Timbaland

Timbaland - What Cha Talkin' 'bout lyrics

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[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

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 [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

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 [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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