Timbaland & Magoo

Timbaland & Magoo - What Cha Talkin' 'Bout lyrics

(What cha talkin' 'bout?)

Ha ha, what?

Uh oh, what?

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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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