What Cha Talkin` `bout lyrics

Artist  : Timbaland 
Song : What Cha Talkin` `bout
 


featuring Magoo Lil' Man &
Static

[Intro]
(What cha talkin'
'bout?)
Repeat above throughout
intro

[Lil' Man] Uh oh
Ha ha
what?
Uh oh what?
[Timb] Told
y'all
[Lil' Man] What?
[Timb] Told
y'all
[Lil' Man] What? Check it
out

[Lil' Man]
I'm the Lil' Man join
with the Timbaland
People walkin' around
sayin' to theyself "Damn!"
People can't
realize who the fuck who I am
I'm like the VCR
tech they call bad
People don't know what they
gonna see next
They might see Timbaland with
Funkmaster Flex
Or doin' a duet with the group
called Beck
Or back in the studio gettin',
gettin' sex

[Timb] I'm the ill nigga that
loves Chips Ahoy
[Lil' Man] Timbaland where
you at?

[Timb]
Here I go boy, I got yo'
back with a Tec 9
You see them niggas creepin',
what?
I thought you knew, I told you
so
Never, ever step over my toe (nah nah)
I
got that nigga (what what)
>From the "V",
Static, where you at?

[Static]
Here I
go, if ya pearlin' in a 'lac, then turn that shit
up
If ya chillin' at the club, then tear the
party up
And if you got shove, let it bump
bump
Not speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep
mine in lumps
Nigga, my momma taught me that,
can't sneak me from the back
So I found her
chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty rats
See
I'm wise like the guys, and smart like the
streets
See I be rollin' blunts while Timb' be
makin' them beats, Timbaland

[Lil' Man &
Timbaland]
1 - What cha talkin' 'bout?
What
you sayin' to me?
Why you staring at
me?
Let's have a party, B

What cha
talkin' 'bout?
What you sayin' to me?
Why
you staring at me?
Let's have a party,
B

Repeat 1

[Lil' Man]
Play that
guitar, man, eh, and damn!
That shit is tight
like a bowl of crisps
Listen to the words that
I spit, makin' ya sick
It's the Lil' Man
puttin' it down
Got all my females flashin'
around
It's that little voice that's makin' ya
tickle
Come on Timbaland, and gimme some of
that liquor

[Timb]
Are you drunk? (Yes,
I'm drunk)
Are you pump? (Yes, I'm pump)
Do
you wanna see the party get chrump?
(Yes, I
pump)
This ain't nuthin' but a party (Say
what?)
After the party (Where ya
goin'?)
Hearty, I gotta make my way back to
the crib
I forgot I was on probation (Yeah
that shit is real)
But ain't nuthin' gon'
happen to me
Magoo, finish it
baby

[Magoo]
Ha ha, yeah
One more
again from VA
Yes, your southern
representative
Keep two Tecs in my Lex, cuz
I'm sensitive
All my competition stop wishin'
for my demise
Cuz I'm hard like my dick, we'll
ever be on the rise
Get between some thighs,
and fuck until I'm stuck
Order the main
course, four bitches, I'm serving duck
How da
fuck you payin' a bitch just to fuck?
If a
bitch want money for me, pray for luck
Only
thing I love is weed and big cash
If yo' ass
ain't a check, nigga kiss my ass
Leavin'
freaky bitches in stitches, cuz hoe's be
envious
Me and Timbaland still friends and
will continuous
Oh, what a web we
weave
When I achieved to fuck the baddest
bitch you niggaz them ever seen
Possible, if
you got game they blaze a zing
Pockets of
rubbers, bitches go rump with just my
name

Repeat 1
Repeat
1

[Timb]
This is how we do it
We
make it ride on through
Like liquid
fluid
This is how we do
We make it ride on
through
Like liquid fluid, what?
Me and my
posse
I know you hear you little airplanes
flyin' around
Yeah, have a couple people
lookin' forward to this
Now we gotta be
out
For the '98

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