Timbaland - What Cha Know About This текст песни

[timbaland]

You see? I think its time for me put it down..

.. for my females, hahah

Ima let my females shine on this track

You see? I aint biased

I aint racist either

So ima let uhh.. mocha bring it in

[mocha]

The one boss bitch, not on that horse shit

Honey I wanna score with, money, Im all for it

Speak the raw shit, they on the floor quick

Prepare to be surprised, if you think Im a poor chick

Got off the wall shit, who could be more thick?

Plus I can flip, rough-up, or flatten out, four bricks

As for the mic, I can break flow out, or either bless em

My style is my own, and a shorty, cant test it

So yall - ramble on, ima get my gamble on

Ceram handle-arm, while yall scramble on

Want to battle? its on, Ill take you on anywhere

Ill take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the air

Ill take you on with the gat, Ill take you on on the track

Ill take yo ass on a trip, and you never come back

Though this a freestyle, these styles aint free

When Im done, better believe, they got a pile for me

Chorus: timbaland and babe blue (repeat 2x)

What cha know about this, ha? you dont know

Lemme show you bout this, ha? we gon blow

We dont go without hits, ha? get the dough

You can never doubt this, ha? ha?

[mocha]

Yall go head and yap on, ima keep rap strong

Talk but dont act on what you rap on (say what? )

I speak facts to beat clacks, and lead tracks

Heed that, relax, feedback? keep that

Bet-ta ease back, never see me slack

Break your kneecaps - then, have you do three laps

Tryin to see this half a mil, yall - dingy stacks

For - weed in sacks, tote - kis to crack

Wonder why they cant keep they eyes off me?

Yall chicks aint 8, Im a dime plus 3

Got a 6? I got a stack

Got a whip? I got a jet

Got a clip? I got a tec

Thats why you not a threat

Wanna know how you could be down too?

Can not do, make em say "ahhh, oohh"

Been through it, put too much into it

And writin so long, I ran out of pen fluid

Chorus {except last line}

[timbaland] babe blue

[babe blue]

Yall chicks assed out, babe blues here

Shook out your mind, cause my debuts near

All yall demo chicks see me when you master yours

I surpass you whores, then I smash your broads

Shorty, dont get your hopes high, praise the most high

Babe blue, livin loca

I crush all those, small hoes, what?

My go-to-the-store clothes is better than your wardrobe

You aint seein mine, I walk right in the club

You one of them chicks that be in line

Me? studded out, ice flooded out

Bitch you aint nice - please, cut it out

Bronx to the death, we gon spit raw

Timbaland got beats, what you talkin shit for?

Forget yours, moch and blue, comin through

Bystorm, z man, tell me what you gon do?

Chorus

[timbaland] it aint over!

[babe blue]

Yall chicks talk a lot, now you wanna hate me?

Moch and blue, cagney and lacey

Start the biddin wars at 1.2

We gonna show all of yall what one joint do

You wanna get the third degree, cause you never heard of me?

See thugs murder me, deep blood burgundy?

Hell nah, see Im tryin to get my mail ma

But yall chicks didnt know, so I had to tell yall

Chorus

[timbaland]

Doubt this, uh uh uh, whaaat?

Let it ride, uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh

Tonight (1 life 2 live) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh

Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh

(1 life 2 live baby) uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh

Uh uh, uh-uh uh-uh, 1 life 2 live

What what? uh uh uh uh

What cha know about this, ha?