What Cha Talkin' Bout

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[intro] (what cha talkin bout? ) Repeat above throughout intro [lil man] uh oh Ha 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 timbaland People walkin around sayin to theyself "damn!" People cant realize who the fuck who I am Im like the vcr tech they call bad People dont 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] 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 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, cant sneak me from the back So I found her chasing cheese, so I watch for dirty rats See Im 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? Lets have a party, b What cha talkin bout? What you sayin to me? Why you staring at me? Lets 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 Its the lil man puttin it down Got all my females flashin around Its that little voice thats makin ya tickle Come 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 crib I forgot I was on probation (yeah that shit is real) But aint 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 Im sensitive All my competition stop wishin for my demise Cuz Im hard like my dick, well ever be on the rise Get between some thighs, and fuck until Im stuck Order the main course, four bitches, Im 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 aint a check, nigga kiss my ass Leavin freaky bitches in stitches, cuz hoes 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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