What Cha Talkin' 'bout Lyrics - Tim's Bio: Life From Da Bassment - Timbaland

(Timbaland) 

C'mon ah what? Ah, what? 

C'mon, ah, what? Ah, what? 

C'mon, c'mon, ah, what? 

Ah, 1 Life 2 Live, what? 

Ah, what? 

(1 Life) 

Live, huh? Yeah 

Y'all cats ain't ready, I'm just too much 

When I was young, my mamma said I used to cuss too much 

If I ain't known you twenty years, I don't trust you much 

Roll with nuthin' but thugs and hustlers, yeah 

I don't care if they crackin' down 

I'mma drug graduate without the caps and gowns 

I used to have a thing for buying gats and pounds 

And I laugh in my rhymes cuz you cats is clowns 

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(Baby Blue) 

Smash you down, patch you down 

We take yo guns and we blast yo' round 

Pass the crown to the new female king 

This is real dog, you nuthin' but a Lee Nail thing 

(1 Life) 

Like the end of the world 

We put it all to a stop and 

Chicken heads and dimes, yeah, they all gon' flock 

And you go against us and you all gonna flop 

When we reign, you gon' need more than a mop 

(All) 

1 - Can't nobody do it like we do 

What what what what what 

Can't nobody do it like we do 

What what what what 

Can't nobody do it like we do 

What what what what what 

Can't nobody do it like y'all do 

What what what what 

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When we spit, yo we never run outta rounds 

This is lifeball not football, you outta bounds 

Since some of you people's houses I be cruisin' around 

Slow it down cuz I think that I'm losing you now 

For those that's not lost, tell y'all hoe's to stop 

Cuz the union is in here, toast it up 

When they shoot you suppose to duck 

Look at them by the bar posing drunk 

Say what? 

(Baby Blue) 

We don't care who we toast in here 

We get you for how much you gross this year 

You not a punk, you suppose to fear 

Better not come out until the coast is clear 

(1 Life) 

Totin' beer, you hatin', sayin' how they get a deal that fast 

But even without this rap game I still have cash 

My mommy wears a money wiz, I'm trickin' buying Vickey Secret 

Just to cover her punani hair 

Repeat 1 

(Little Man) 

Uh oh, you didn't think I was coming 

My people can't stand for the little man 

To rock without or with bad 

I can determine what chu gon' do 

Are ya gon' play it? Are ya gon' move? 

The party ain't gon' start if ya don't dance 

I don't care if you leave, but you still be my man 

I don't get mad over silly pettyness 

I say to hell with it, say oh well with it 

Timbaland is known watch him make ya move ya feet 

Make dope beats, rhyming sound so unique 

His Beats are like Sean Archer and Caster Troy 

Ya need the same identity to find how he soars 

He's the wicked man, the wicked just begun 

Call him Timbaland the resurrection 

Clear-ese 

Don't try to hide from ya fear 

Clear-ese 

Don't ya hear the set got in ya ear? 

Clear-ese 

This is the love man you're talking to 

Clear-ese 

His beats are dope, I try to tell you 

Can't nobody see us in the nine eight 

Or the nine nine 

(Freaky freaky) 

You're late 

(Freaky) You're late 

(Freaky) You're late 

(Hey girls and guys) 

You're late 

Repeat 1 

Repeat 1 

Like y'all, the public 

Is y'all the public 

Ya do it so well 

This goes out to y'all 

Quiet Storm, Z-man 

1 Life 2 Live 

Little Man 

Wanna thank y'all 

For makin' us 

Who we are today.