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Timbaland lyrics - What Cha Talkin' Bout (feat. Lil' Man, Magoo and Static)

album: Tim's Bio: Life From Da Basement (1998)
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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 y'all 
[Lil' Man] What? 
[Timb] Told y'all 
[Lil' Man] What? Check it out 

[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? 

[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, 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 

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