Timbaland - Pa** That Dutch lyrics

[Verse 1] More modest than most mouse But your style's honestly gotten me grossed out Don't know how many a co*ks run your mouth And the copies of your album you're buying, they don't count Low-brow talent is profound Brolic-y bro, yeah my body of work is so stout No doubt, organically grown, sold out When my own sound make for a properly worn crown Yeah, my language it low languish It's so strange it makes aliens learn English It's so strange just like the pants on the Lone Ranger It's so strange just like the cankles on Bojangles So dangerous, Ringo had met Rambo Drank a handle of Jame, when we taught ‘em how to tango Way I'm slinging my ammo, think I could light a candle When standing up on a banister and landing on a mantle Mickey, Minnie, spitting Riperton I'm kicking sh** exquisite cause I'm sick of looking in Just in case you missed it I'm gon' rip this sh** again So all the haters listening gotta listen to him again Mary Kate taught me S&M in the LES Hell, he'd body, yes, let's begin Equestrian, call a quest to Questlove To get drums, but guess what? Request snubbed Gut check, regret less, regress none Best bet is to get dressed and get some (Time to get out of bed man, gotta rock and roll… let's go!) [Verse 2] A phenomenon is what I be on Doin' shotty rips with hottie chicks and talking body armor Got an awesome arsenal, I don't need a bodyguard With some Vince Lombardi in him, but I got a car alarm (Woop woop!) Time to make the party start Yeah, but once we start the party, sorry kids, we party hard Already barred, I've been blacklisted from the bar Yeah, but disregard the part about pissing in Clinton's yard I'm a track star, I'm faster than Pat Stark That has to grab a stash after crashin' his dad's car On par when the city has gone dark It ain't selling tickets, the visitors gon' starve En garde, kids wanted an encore Bong guard, get b**hes in on tour OnStar, the commissioners on board When I asked for permission to ditch and he said sure (Yeah, sure) See y'all be going to war I'm ordering more Porsches on the Bora Bora shore While the girls explore sorta like Dora Dora More curls, more curves, obviously more grown up Yeah but hold up, won't ever compromise Even if it means the end of me and leaves them outta… Outta time, outta line, I'm outta limelight Need to pour my gin and tonic right before I rhyme Got my manager on hold Get rid of all the Styrofoam on the radio Adios batty boy, yo you gotta go Me and the hot sh**, we stay simpatico While I'm riding my exotic animal, Amalfi coast (Wheee!) Giddy up, getting up with Olivia with the pretty bu*t Get enough before I give it up Getting stuck, thinking ‘bout how I'mma finish up When there's really no limit to how much I don't give a f** For the love, I'm only doing this just because With a little sense of humor to loosen, but who's the judge? Who's the rush? Aww, who was the last to touch? Man you ruining my groove, move it and pa** the dutch