What Cha Talkin' About - Timbaland Lyrics - Timbaland

[Intro] 

(What cha talkin' 'bout?) 

[Repeat above throughout intro] 

[Lil' Man] Uh oh 

Ha ha, what? 

Uh oh, what? 

[Timb] Told y'all 

[Lil' Man] What? 

[Timb] Told y'all 

[Lil' Man] What? Check it out 

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[Lil' Man] 

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 

[Timb] I'm 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? 

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[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, 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 

[Lil' Man & Timbaland] 

[1] - What cha talkin' 'bout? 

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 

[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 

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 

[Timb] 

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 

[Magoo] 

Ha ha, yeah 

One more again from VA 

Yes, your southern representative 

Keep two Tecs in my Lex, 'cause I'm sensitive 

All my competition stop wishin' for my demise 

'cause 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, 'cause 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 

[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]