What Cha Know About This lyrics

Artist  : Timbaland 
Song : What Cha Know About This
 


featuring Babe Blue (1 Life 2 Live)
Mocha

[Timbaland]
You see? I think it's
time for me put it down..
.. for my females
hahah
I'ma let my females shine on this
track
You see? I ain't biased
I ain't
racist either
So I'ma let uhh.. Mocha bring it
in

[Mocha]
The one boss bitch not on
that horse shit
Honey I wanna score with money
I'm all for it
Speak the raw shit they on the
floor quick
Prepare to be surprised, if you
think I'm a poor chick
Got off the wall shit,
who could be more thick?
Plus I can flip,
rough-up, or flatten out, four bricks
As for
the mic, I can break flow out, or either bless
em
My style is my own, and a shorty, can't
test it
So y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my
gamble on
Ceram' handle-arm, while y'all
scramble on
Want to battle? It's on, I'll take
you on anywhere
I'll take you on a bus, on a
boat, or up in the air
I'll take you on with
the gat, I'll take you on on the track
I'll
take yo' ass on a trip, and you never come
back
Though this a freestyle, these styles
ain't free
When I'm done, better believe, they
got a PILE for me

Chorus: Timbaland and
Babe Blue (repeat 2X)

What cha know about
this, ha? You don't know
Lemme show you bout
this, ha? We gon' blow
We don't go without
hits, ha? Get the dough
You can never doubt
this, ha? Ha?

[Mocha]
Y'all go 'head
and yap on, I'ma keep rap strong
Talk but
don't act on what you rap on (say what?)
I
speak facts to beat clacks, and lead
tracks
Heed that, relax, feedback? Keep
that
Bet-ta ease back, never see me
slack
Break your kneecaps - then, have you do
three laps
Tryin to see this half a mil, y'all
- dingy stacks
for - weed in sacks, tote - ki's
to crack
Wonder why they can't keep they eyes
off me?
Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a dime plus
3
Got a 6? I got a stack
Got a whip? I got
a jet
Got a clip? I got a tec
That's why
you not a threat
Wanna know how you could be
down too?
Can not do, make em say "ahhh,
oohh"
Been through it, put too much into
it
And writin so long, I ran out of pen
fluid

Chorus {except last
line}

[Timbaland] Babe Blue

[Babe
Blue]
Y'all chicks assed out, Babe Blue's
here
Shook out your mind, cause my debut's
near
All y'all demo chicks see me when you
master yours
I surpass you whores, then I
smash your broads
Shorty, don't get your hopes
high, praise the most high
Babe Blue, livin
loca
I crush all those, small hoes,
what?
My go-to-the-store clothes is better
than your wardrobe
You ain't seein mine, I
walk right in the club
You one of them chicks
that be in line
Me? Studded out, ice flooded
out
Bitch you ain't nice - please, cut it
out
Bronx to the death, we gon' spit
raw
Timbaland got beats, what you talkin shit
for?
Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, comin
through
Bystorm, Z Man, tell me what you gon'
do?

Chorus

[Timbaland] It ain't
over!

[Babe Blue]
Y'all chicks talk a
lot, now you wanna hate me?
Moch' and Blue,
Cagney and Lacey
Start the biddin wars at
1.2
We gonna show all of y'all what one joint
do
You wanna get the third degree, cause you
never heard of me?
See thugs murder me, deep
blood burgundy?
Hell nah, see I'm tryin to get
my mail ma
But y'all chicks didn't know, so I
had to tell
y'all

Chorus

[Timbaland]
Doubt
this, uh uh uh, whaaat?
Let it ride, uh uh,
uh-uh uh-uh
Tonight (1 Life 2 Live) uh uh,
uh-uh uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
(1 Life 2
Live baby) Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh
Uh uh, uh-uh
uh-uh, 1 Life 2 Live
What what? Uh uh uh
uh
What cha know about this, ha?