What Cha Talkin Bout Lyrics - Daz Dillinger

All dem niggas right there 

SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS 

Fuck y'all 

I thought you knew about us 

You know what we throw on this 

1-87 on rhyme 

Anybody killa 

Fuck all y'all 

We run the streets, come run with my game 

We make paper, big paper, all day, it's a thang 

And we ride up on the quickness up the side of you 

Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you 

Nigga we keep the streets hot 

It's just us and the cops 

And niggas die in shady spots over hustlin rock 

Guess money rule the world 

Materials and girls, fly 

Did ya never seen? 

Never, even dreamless, these things 

That make the world we live in what it is 

And though with paper you would die 

It's a shame what is real on these wheels 

Foes on a hundred smoke weed 

Me and Bad and Tray-Dee 

In an ice machine 

Big strap that let a nigga have to come out 

Flyin down Atlanta, go on, come out 

Hit the liquor store when nigga used to run out 

Throwin up the gang hollerin What Cha Talkin Bout 

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What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang) 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) 

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Though we all wanna live it up 

'fo the lights go out in your house 

No one is gon' get there 

Fillin all doubts, and hold out 

Only when ya sure to take a loss 

Otherwise man get yours, 'cause light don't blast 

If the guns don't get cha 

It's sure to be the cancer 

Why ask why? You gonna believe his answer 

He made it up and just about to get your chances 

It's a baby I've been knowin, 

Trust of homage you could go insurin 

Gats at close range or betrayal of my trust 

Only gave me one change, it's just us 

Who banging at the poppa stops 

Gangsta network your G shit 

Makin million dollar plans 

Pullin million dollar scams 

It be a trillion dollar man 

Fuck y'all, I'm gettin rich 

The world make me sick 

I really wanna live it up 

It's like I'm druck and didn't need, I wanna give it up 

I stay calm and stay composed with no doubts 

Throwing up Dogg Pound hollerin... 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang) 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) 

We run these streets 'cause we all tryna live it up 

Mashin for this dream and never will we give it up 

Puttin up with nothin 

The world let us hear with no fury 

Holla fuck 'em, filthy rich with a big plan to touch 'em 

Talkin nothin 

Provin, movin I can make a difference 

Any? 'll speak louder then 

All that y'all jackin at gettin payed 

One of the two main reasons I keep rappin 

It just happened 

The peace so niggas don't know 

Sublime would open, how they dyin, I'm just tryin 

Till I keep all my times boy, I hit the line 

Someone should defy the law 

I've forgot what I was looking for 

Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours 

Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door 

Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours 

Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door 

Even though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yours 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang) 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) 

Hahaha, 

Yeah 

We run these streets 

And some big dope sacks 

Nigga 

Smoke some, drink some 

That's what I'm talkin about 

Yeah 

Haha 

Still blastin at close range 

Things ain't changed 

We the gang 

But we blast and mash to maintain 

Like to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, Soopafly and Mr B-A-D 

Gang bangin 

But we blast and mash to maintain on all y'all suckers 

To my big homeboy C-Style 

What up dogg? 

Yeah 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout 

What Cha Talkin Bout