Indian Carpet lyrics

Artist  : Timbaland 
Song : Indian Carpet



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 [timbaland]
Yo (yo), yo, ay yo
Timabaland’s flow infamous
Allow me to assemble this flow with limitless
style
For all man, woman and innocent child
I have no perimeter
Break all barriers in various areas
My sound is mimicked
Track prime minister, some say sinister
None stoppin the groove until when it’s
The climax, some niggas is bitin my hot hats
And followed my drum pattern, but I done that
It’s time to change, get more deranged
Feels more strange (doooodooooo)
Follow me through gravel and shallow trees
From mountains to flat plain, to thunder and
black rain
Through the dream state of utopia
Woke up to the sounds of that man timbaland
Five mexican bitches scopin us
Belly dancin, sayin "hell, he’s
handsome" in spanish
We was fine until the subtitles vanished
Then and open fire, totin opium
Higher than I ever been in my life
Heard cries throughout the night like

[chorus: static]
Let’s get ’em started
While they dance on, indian carpet
C’mon, uh
Niggas act retarded
While they dance on, indian carpet
C’mon, uh
Let’s get ’em started
While they dance on, indian carpet

[timbaland]
Ay yo, I woke up to a bowl of rice like the
golden child
T.v. playin like the poltergeist, must been on
overnight
I saw a strong beam of light, decided to walk to
it
Could it be the son of christ, I decided to talk
to it
In the halls I heard music shoutin beautiful
calls
And I swore I heard a voice say:
It’s yours my, gift to you, to do what you
choose
But I suggest you do what you do to make the
spirits move
I hear ya dude, and me bein a barrel of fruit
But your ears heavenly, when I sit in this chair
and produce
Then my hallway darkened
I felt a power surge rush throughout my
apartment
And the glance callin like

[chorus]

[magoo]
Mag spit with a sense of purpose on purpose
When you was eatin collard greens I was eatin
these dreams
I stepped in dog shit and bit skid row twice
Only ice I had put it in my orange slice
What you know about livin in a jail when it
ain’t no bars
Handcuffed with no key, world denyin your plea
A third-degree charge when it ain’t no crime
Twenty-six years old and I got more time
Phone overdue, baby on the way, low pay
Low rent for your mom, gotta get away
Smoke, hate now, then you wanna talk about the
ghetto
I’m tenth generation of that, came out the womb
with a hat
Polo on and nikes with a gold tooth
I’m superman, I can spit from any phone booth
You and your cold ass crew do what you do
Just remember mag never feel good, I am the flu

[chorus]