What Cha Talkin' 'bout
Uh oh
Ha ha, what?
Uh oh, what?
Uh oh
What?
Told y'all
What?
Check it out
I'm the Lil' Man, join with the Timbaland
People walkin' around sayin' to they self, "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
I'm 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
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, 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
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
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
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
Are you drunk?
Yes, I'm drunk
Are you pump?
Yes, I'm pump
Do you wanna see the party get chump?
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
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