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Timbaland - Indian Carpet lyrics
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
 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, to an opium
 Higher than I ever been in my life
 Heard cries throughout the night like
 Let's get 'em started
 While they dance on Indian carpet
 Come on, uh
 Niggas act retarded
 While they dance on Indian carpet
 Come on, uh
 Let's get 'em started
 While they dance on Indian carpet
 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 you dude, and me bein' a barrel of fruit
 But your ears heavenly, when I sit in this chair and produce
 Then my hallway darkenedTimbaland - Indian Carpet - http://motolyrics.com/timbaland/indian-carpet-lyrics.html
 I felt the power surge rush throughout my apartment
 And the glance callin' like
 Let's get 'em started
 While they dance on Indian carpet
 Come on, uh
 Niggas act retarded
 While they dance on Indian carpet
 Come on
 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
 Let's get 'em started
 While they dance on Indian carpet
 Come on, uh
 Niggas act retarded
 While they dance on Indian carpet
 Come on, uh
 Let's get 'em started
 While they dance on Indian carpet
 Niggas act retarded
 While they dance on Indian carpet
 Come on
 Indian carpet
 While they dance on Indian carpet
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 While they dance on Indian carpet









