Текст песни Timbaland - What Cha Know About This
Timbaland - What Cha Know About This слова песни
[timbaland]You see? I think its time for me put it down.... for my females, hahahIma let my females shine on this trackYou see? I aint biasedI aint racist eitherSo ima let uhh.. mocha bring it in[mocha]The one boss bitch, not on that horse shitHoney I wanna score with, money, Im all for itSpeak the raw shit, they on the floor quickPrepare to be surprised, if you think Im a poor chickGot off the wall shit, who could be more thick? Plus I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, four bricksAs for the mic, I can break flow out, or either bless emMy style is my own, and a shorty, cant test itSo yall - ramble on, ima get my gamble onCeram handle-arm, while yall scramble onWant to battle? its on, Ill take you on anywhereIll take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the airIll take you on with the gat, Ill take you on on the trackIll take yo ass on a trip, and you never come backThough this a freestyle, these styles aint freeWhen Im done, better believe, they got a pile for meChorus: timbaland and babe blue (repeat 2x)What cha know about this, ha? you dont knowLemme show you bout this, ha? we gon blowWe dont go without hits, ha? get the doughYou can never doubt this, ha? ha? [mocha]Yall go head and yap on, ima keep rap strongTalk but dont act on what you rap on (say what? )I speak facts to beat clacks, and lead tracksHeed that, relax, feedback? keep thatBet-ta ease back, never see me slackBreak your kneecaps - then, have you do three lapsTryin to see this half a mil, yall - dingy stacksFor - weed in sacks, tote - kis to crackWonder why they cant keep they eyes off me? Yall chicks aint 8, Im a dime plus 3Got a 6? I got a stackGot a whip? I got a jetGot a clip? I got a tecThats why you not a threatWanna know how you could be down too? Can not do, make em say "ahhh, oohh"Been through it, put too much into itAnd writin so long, I ran out of pen fluidChorus {except last line}[timbaland] babe blue[babe blue]Yall chicks assed out, babe blues hereShook out your mind, cause my debuts nearAll yall demo chicks see me when you master yoursI surpass you whores, then I smash your broadsShorty, dont get your hopes high, praise the most highBabe blue, livin locaI crush all those, small hoes, what? My go-to-the-store clothes is better than your wardrobeYou aint seein mine, I walk right in the clubYou one of them chicks that be in lineMe? studded out, ice flooded outBitch you aint nice - please, cut it outBronx to the death, we gon spit rawTimbaland got beats, what you talkin shit for? Forget yours, moch and blue, comin throughBystorm, z man, tell me what you gon do? Chorus[timbaland] it aint over![babe blue]Yall chicks talk a lot, now you wanna hate me? Moch and blue, cagney and laceyStart the biddin wars at 1.2We gonna show all of yall what one joint doYou wanna get the third degree, cause you never heard of me? See thugs murder me, deep blood burgundy? Hell nah, see Im tryin to get my mail maBut yall chicks didnt know, so I had to tell yallChorus[timbaland]Doubt this, uh uh uh, whaaat? Let it ride, uh uh, uh-uh uh-uhTonight (1 life 2 live) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uhUh uh, uh-uh uh-uh(1 life 2 live baby) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uhUh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 life 2 liveWhat what? uh uh uh uhWhat cha know about this, ha?