Текст (слова) песни: Timbaland - What Cha Talkin bout

[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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Timbaland - What Cha Talkin bout [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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни What Cha Talkin bout: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/119/1/8539.html Все тексты песен: Timbaland » Timbaland - Who Am I » Timbaland - Drop » Timbaland - Put em On » Timbaland - Indian Carpet » Timbaland - To My » Timbaland - Here We Come » Timbaland - What Cha Talkin bout » Timbaland - I Am Music » Timbaland - We at It Again » Timbaland - Man Undercover » Timbaland - John Blaze » Timbaland - Sex Beat » Timbaland - What Cha Talkin` `bout » Timbaland - Peepin My Style » Timbaland - Love Me » Timbaland - What Cha Know About This » Timbaland - Birthday » Timbaland - Smoke in Da Air » Timbaland - I Get It On » Timbaland - 3:30 In The Morning Рекомендуем скачать: » Funkmaster Flex f Mobb Deep - The Mix Tape Volume III » Foxy Brown - Fallin` » Fancy - All My Loving » Fear Factory - Manipulation » Faith No More - Jizzlobber » Frank Black - So Hard to Make Things Out » Funkmaster Flex - FreestyleLost Boyz » From Zero - The Other Side » Fleetwood Mac - Believe Me » Frank Zappa - Uncle Bernies Farm » Faith Hill - Free » Frank Sinatra - The Moon Was Yellow » Frenzal Rhomb - mum changed locks \| guitar chord и Mp3 » Faction - Let`s Go Get Cokes » Fredriksson Marie - Jag Gr Min Vg » Feeder - buck rogers \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Fear Of God - Running Through The Blood » Frank Sinatra - Dig Down Deep » Fishbone - I Like To Hide Behind My Glasses » Frost - One Shot
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