Timbaland - What Cha Talkin' 'bout
featuring Magoo Lil' Man & Static[Intro](What cha talkin' 'bout?)Repeat above throughout intro[Lil' Man] Uh ohHa 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 TimbalandPeople walkin' around sayin' to theyself "Damn!"People can't realize who the fuck who I amI'm like the VCR tech they call badPeople don't know what they gonna see nextThey might see Timbaland with Funkmaster FlexOr doin' a duet with the group called BeckOr 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 9You see them niggas creepin', what?I thought you knew, I told you soNever, 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 upIf ya chillin' at the club, then tear the party upAnd if you got shove, let it bump bumpNot speakin' for yo' cheddah, but I keep mine in lumpsNigga, my momma taught me that, can't sneak me from the backSo I found her chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty ratsSee I'm wise like the guys, and smart like the streetsSee 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, BWhat cha talkin' 'bout?What you sayin' to me?Why you staring at me?Let's have a party, BRepeat 1[Lil' Man]Play that guitar, man, eh, and damn!That shit is tight like a bowl of crispsListen to the words that I spit, makin' ya sickIt's the Lil' Man puttin' it downGot all my females flashin' aroundIt's that little voice that's makin' ya tickleCome 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 cribI forgot I was on probation (Yeah that shit is real)But ain't nuthin' gon' happen to meMagoo, finish it baby[Magoo]Ha ha, yeahOne more again from VAYes, your southern representativeKeep two Tecs in my Lex, cuz I'm sensitiveAll my competition stop wishin' for my demiseCuz I'm hard like my dick, we'll ever be on the riseGet between some thighs, and fuck until I'm stuckOrder the main course, four bitches, I'm serving duckHow da fuck you payin' a bitch just to fuck?If a bitch want money for me, pray for luckOnly thing I love is weed and big cashIf yo' ass ain't a check, nigga kiss my assLeavin' freaky bitches in stitches, cuz hoe's be enviousMe and Timbaland still friends and will continuousOh, what a web we weaveWhen I achieved to fuck the baddest bitch you niggaz them ever seenPossible, if you got game they blaze a zingPockets of rubbers, bitches go rump with just my nameRepeat 1Repeat 1[Timb]This is how we do itWe make it ride on throughLike liquid fluidThis is how we doWe make it ride on throughLike liquid fluid, what?Me and my posseI know you hear you little airplanes flyin' aroundYeah, have a couple people lookin' forward to thisNow we gotta be outFor the '98Repeat 1
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