Timbaland - What Cha Know About This (feat. Baby Blue, Moch) - Текст песни

[Timbaland]


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


.. for my females, hahah


I'ma let my females shine on this track


You see?  I ain't biased


I ain't racist either


So I'ma let uhh.. Mocha bring it in


[Mocha]


The one boss bitch, not on that horse shit


Honey I wanna score with, money, I'm all for it


Speak the raw shit, they on the floor quick


Prepare to be surprised, if you think I'm 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, can't test it


So y'all - ramble on, I'ma get my gamble on


Ceram' handle-arm, while y'all scramble on


Want to battle?  It's on, I'll take you on anywhere


I'll take you on a bus, on a boat, or up in the air


I'll take you on with the gat, I'll take you on on the track


I'll take yo' ass on a trip, and you never come back


Though this a freestyle, these styles ain't free


When I'm done, better believe, they got a PILE for me


Chorus: Timbaland and Babe Blue (repeat 2X)


What cha know about this, ha?  You don't know


Lemme show you bout this, ha?  We gon' blow


We don't go without hits, ha?  Get the dough


You can never doubt this, ha?  Ha?


[Mocha]


Y'all go 'head and yap on, I'ma keep rap strong


Talk but don't 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, y'all - dingy stacks


for - weed in sacks, tote - ki's to crack


Wonder why they can't keep they eyes off me? 


Y'all chicks ain't 8, I'm 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


That's 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]


Y'all chicks assed out, Babe Blue's here


Shook out your mind, cause my debut's near


All y'all demo chicks see me when you master yours


I surpass you whores, then I smash your broads


Shorty, don't 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 ain't 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 ain't 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 ain't over!


[Babe Blue]


Y'all 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 y'all 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 I'm tryin to get my mail ma


But y'all chicks didn't know, so I had to tell y'all


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?