Текст песни Timbaland - What Cha Talkin bout, слова песни Timbaland

Текст песни Timbaland - What Cha Talkin bout

Timbaland - What Cha Talkin bout слова песни

[intro](what cha talkin bout? )Repeat above throughout intro[lil man] uh ohHa ha, what? Uh oh, what? [timb] told yall[lil man] what? [timb] told yall[lil man] what? check it out[lil man]Im the lil man, join with the timbalandPeople walkin around sayin to theyself "damn!"People cant realize who the fuck who I amIm like the vcr tech they call badPeople dont know what they gonna see nextThey might see timbaland with funkmaster flexOr doin a duet with the group called beckOr back in the studio gettin, gettin sex[timb] Im 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 9You see them niggas creepin, what? I thought you knew, I told you soNever, 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 upIf ya chillin at the club, then tear the party upAnd if you got shove, let it bump bumpNot speakin for yo cheddah, but I keep mine in lumpsNigga, my momma taught me that, cant sneak me from the backSo I found her chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty ratsSee Im wise like the guys, and smart like the streetsSee 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? Lets have a party, bWhat cha talkin bout? What you sayin to me? Why you staring at me? Lets have a party, bRepeat 1[lil man]Play that guitar, man, eh, and damn!That shit is tight like a bowl of crispsListen to the words that I spit, makin ya sickIts the lil man puttin it downGot all my females flashin aroundIts that little voice thats makin ya tickleCome on timbaland, and gimme some of that liquor[timb]Are you drunk? (yes, Im drunk)Are you pump? (yes, Im pump)Do you wanna see the party get chrump? (yes, I pump)This aint nuthin but a party (say what? )After the party (where ya goin? )Hearty, I gotta make my way back to the cribI forgot I was on probation (yeah that shit is real)But aint nuthin gon happen to meMagoo, finish it baby[magoo]Ha ha, yeahOne more again from vaYes, your southern representativeKeep two tecs in my lex, cuz Im sensitiveAll my competition stop wishin for my demiseCuz Im hard like my dick, well ever be on the riseGet between some thighs, and fuck until Im stuckOrder the main course, four bitches, Im serving duckHow da fuck you payin a bitch just to fuck? If a bitch want money for me, pray for luckOnly thing I love is weed and big cashIf yo ass aint a check, nigga kiss my assLeavin freaky bitches in stitches, cuz hoes be enviousMe and timbaland still friends and will continuousOh, what a web we weaveWhen I achieved to fuck the baddest bitch you niggaz them ever seenPossible, if you got game they blaze a zingPockets of rubbers, bitches go rump with just my nameRepeat 1Repeat 1[timb]This is how we do itWe make it ride on throughLike liquid fluidThis is how we doWe make it ride on throughLike liquid fluid, what? Me and my posseI know you hear you little airplanes flyin aroundYeah, have a couple people lookin forward to thisNow we gotta be outFor the 98Repeat 1

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