Timbaland & Magoo

Timbaland & Magoo - What Cha Know About This lyrics

You see? I think it's time for me put it down..

.. for my females, hahah

I'ma let my females shine on this track

You see? I ain't biased

I ain't racist either

So I'ma let uhh.. Mocha bring it in

The one boss bitch, not on that horse shit

Honey I wanna score with, money, I'm all for it

Speak the raw shit, they on the floor quick

Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm a poor chick

Got off the wall shit, who could be more thick?

Plus I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, four bricks

As for the mic, I can break flow out, or either bless em

My style is my own, and a shorty, can't test it

So y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my gamble on

Ceram' handle-arm, while y'all scramble on

Want to battle? It's on, I'll take you on anywhere

I'll take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the air

I'll take you on with the gat, I'll take you on on the track

I'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you never come back

Though this a freestyle, these styles ain't free

When I'm done, better believe, they got a PILE for me

What cha know about this, ha? You don't know

Lemme show you bout this, ha? We gon' blow

We don't go without hits, ha? Get the dough

You can never doubt this, ha? Ha?

Y'all go 'head and yap on, I'ma keep rap strong

Talk but don't act on what you rap on (say what?)

I speak facts to beat clacks, and lead tracks

Heed that, relax, feedback? Keep that

Bet-ta ease back, never see me slack

Break your kneecaps - then, have you do three laps

Tryin to see this half a mil, y'all - dingy stacks

for - weed in sacks, tote - ki's to crack

Wonder why they can't keep they eyes off me?

Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm a dime plus 3

Got a 6? I got a stack

Got a whip? I got a jet

Got a clip? I got a tec

That's why you not a threat

Wanna know how you could be down too?

Can not do, make em say "ahhh, oohh"

Been through it, put too much into it

And writin so long, I ran out of pen fluid

Y'all chicks assed out, Babe Blue's here

Shook out your mind, cause my debut's near

All y'all demo chicks see me when you master yours

I surpass you whores, then I smash your broads

Shorty, don't get your hopes high, praise the most high

Babe Blue, livin loca

I crush all those, small hoes, what?

My go-to-the-store clothes is better than your wardrobe

You ain't seein mine, I walk right in the club

You one of them chicks that be in line

Me? Studded out, ice flooded out

Bitch you ain't nice - please, cut it out

Bronx to the death, we gon' spit raw

Timbaland got beats, what you talkin shit for?

Forget yours, Moch' and Blue, comin through

Bystorm, Z Man, tell me what you gon' do?

Y'all chicks talk a lot, now you wanna hate me?

Moch' and Blue, Cagney and Lacey

Start the biddin wars at 1.2

We gonna show all of y'all what one joint do

You wanna get the third degree, cause you never heard of me?

See thugs murder me, deep blood burgundy?

Hell nah, see I'm tryin to get my mail ma

But y'all chicks didn't know, so I had to tell y'all

Doubt this, uh uh uh, whaaat?

Let it ride, uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh

Tonight (1 Life 2 Live) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh

Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh

(1 Life 2 Live baby) Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh

Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 Life 2 Live

What what? Uh uh uh uh

What cha know about this, ha?

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