What Cha Talkin` `bout Lyrics

What Cha Talkin` `bout lyrics

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

Repeat 1