What Cha Talkin' Bout

Im the Lil Man
Join with the Timbaland
People walkin around
Sayin to theyself 'Damn '
People cant realize who the f**k 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
Im the ill nigga
That loves Chips Ahoy
Timbaland where you at
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
From the 'V ' Static where you at
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
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
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

Play that guitar man

And damn
That shit is tight like a bowl of crisps
Listen to the words that I spit
Makin ya sick

Its the little 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
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 nothin 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 nothin gonna happen to me
Magoo finish it baby
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 f**k until Im stuck
Order the main course
Four bitches Im serving duck
How da f**k you payin a bitch just to f**k
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 f**k 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
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
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

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
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
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
Letshave a party B