Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What Cha Know About This, artist - Timbaland. Date of issue: 18.09.2019
Song language: English
What Cha Know About This |
| 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 |
| 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? |
| 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 |
| 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 |