What Cha Talkin bout Lyrics by Timbaland & Magoo

What Cha Talkin bout Lyrics

    [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

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