Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Cha Talkin Bout, artist - Daz Dillinger. Album song RAW, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.08.2000
Record label: Dogg Pound Online
Song language: English
What Cha Talkin Bout |
| All dem niggas right there |
| SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS |
| Fuck y’all |
| I thought you knew about us |
| You know what we throw on this |
| 1−87 on rhyme |
| Anybody killa |
| Fuck all y’all |
| We run the streets, come run with my game |
| We make paper, big paper, all day, it’s a thang |
| And we ride up on the quickness up the side of you |
| Keep heat, big heat just to drop on you |
| Nigga we keep the streets hot |
| It’s just us and the cops |
| And niggas die in shady spots over hustlin rock |
| Guess money rule the world |
| Materials and girls, fly |
| Did ya never seen? |
| Never, even dreamless, these things |
| That make the world we live in what it is |
| And though with paper you would die |
| It’s a shame what is real on these wheels |
| Foes on a hundred smoke weed |
| Me and Bad and Tray-Dee |
| In an ice machine |
| Big strap that let a nigga have to come out |
| Flyin down Atlanta, go on, come out |
| Hit the liquor store when nigga used to run out |
| Throwin up the gang hollerin What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn’t have enough in the touch to know everythang) |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) |
| Though we all wanna live it up |
| 'fo the lights go out in your house |
| No one is gon' get there |
| Fillin all doubts, and hold out |
| Only when ya sure to take a loss |
| Otherwise man get yours, 'cause light don’t blast |
| If the guns don’t get cha |
| It’s sure to be the cancer |
| Why ask why? |
| You gonna believe his answer |
| He made it up and just about to get your chances |
| It’s a baby I’ve been knowin |
| Trust of homage you could go insurin |
| Gats at close range or betrayal of my trust |
| Only gave me one change, it’s just us |
| Who banging at the poppa stops |
| Gangsta network your G shit |
| Makin million dollar plans |
| Pullin million dollar scams |
| It be a trillion dollar man |
| Fuck y’all, I’m gettin rich |
| The world make me sick |
| I really wanna live it up |
| It’s like I’m druck and didn’t need, I wanna give it up |
| I stay calm and stay composed with no doubts |
| Throwing up Dogg Pound hollerin… |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn’t have enough in the touch to know everythang) |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) |
| We run these streets 'cause we all tryna live it up |
| Mashin for this dream and never will we give it up |
| Puttin up with nothin |
| The world let us hear with no fury |
| Holla fuck 'em, filthy rich with a big plan to touch 'em |
| Talkin nothin |
| Provin, movin I can make a difference |
| Any action’ll speak louder then |
| All that y’all jackin at gettin payed |
| One of the two main reasons I keep rappin |
| It just happened |
| The peace so niggas don’t know |
| Sublime would open, how they dyin, I’m just tryin |
| Till I keep all my times boy, I hit the line |
| Someone should defy the law |
| I’ve forgot what I was looking for |
| Even though it’s hard, you’ve still gotta go for yours |
| Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door |
| Even though it’s hard, you’ve still gotta go for yours |
| Smokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open door |
| Even though it’s hard, you’ve still gotta go for yours |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn’t have enough in the touch to know everythang) |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks) |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang) |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob) |
| Hahaha |
| Yeah |
| We run these streets |
| And some big dope sacks |
| Nigga |
| Smoke some, drink some |
| That’s what I’m talkin about |
| Yeah |
| Haha |
| Still blastin at close range |
| Things ain’t changed |
| We the gang |
| But we blast and mash to maintain |
| Like to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, Soopafly and Mr B-A-D |
| Gang bangin |
| But we blast and mash to maintain on all y’all suckers |
| To my big homeboy C-Style |
| What up dogg? |
| Yeah |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |
| What Cha Talkin Bout |