Daz Dillinger - What Cha Talkin Bout Lyrics
All dem niggas right thereSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS***** y'allI thought you knew about usYou know what we throw on this1-87 on rhymeAnybody killa***** all y'allWe run the streets, come run with my gameWe make paper, big paper, all day, it's a thangAnd we ride up on the quickness up the side of youKeep heat, big heat just to drop on youNigga we keep the streets hotIt's just us and the copsAnd niggas die in shady spots over hustlin rockGuess money rule the worldMaterials and girls, flyDid ya never seen?Never, even dreamless, these thingsThat make the world we live in what it isAnd though with paper you would dieIt's a shame what is real on these wheelsFoes on a hundred smoke weedMe and Bad and Tray-DeeIn an ice machineBig strap that let a nigga have to come outFlyin down Atlanta, go on, come outHit the liquor store when nigga used to run outThrowin up the gang hollerin What Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)What Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)What Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)What Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)Though we all wanna live it up'fo the lights go out in your houseNo one is gon' get thereFillin all doubts, and hold outOnly when ya sure to take a lossOtherwise man get yours, 'cause light don't blastIf the guns don't get chaIt's sure to be the cancerWhy ask why? You gonna believe his answerHe made it up and just about to get your chancesIt's a baby I've been knowin,Trust of homage you could go insurinGats at close range or betrayal of my trustOnly gave me one change, it's just usWho banging at the poppa stopsGangsta network your G shitMakin million dollar plansPullin million dollar scamsIt be a trillion dollar man***** y'all, I'm gettin richThe world make me sickI really wanna live it upIt's like I'm druck and didn't need, I wanna give it upI stay calm and stay composed with no doubtsThrowing up Dogg Pound hollerin...What Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)What Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)What Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)What Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)We run these streets 'cause we all tryna live it upMashin for this dream and never will we give it upPuttin up with nothinThe world let us hear with no furyHolla ***** 'em, filthy rich with a big plan to touch 'emTalkin nothinProvin, movin I can make a differenceAny ??? 'll speak louder thenAll that y'all jackin at gettin payedOne of the two main reasons I keep rappinIt just happenedThe peace so niggas don't knowSublime would open, how they dyin, I'm just tryinTill I keep all my times boy, I hit the lineSomeone should defy the lawI've forgot what I was looking forEven though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yoursSmokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open doorEven though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yoursSmokin, hopin I get into heaven through some open doorEven though it's hard, you've still gotta go for yoursWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin Bout (I wouldn't have enough in the touch to know everythang)What Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin Bout (We run these street teams and big dope sacks)What Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin Bout (Mash to maintain, blast gats to gang bang)What Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin Bout (Anybody kill a whole mob)Hahaha,YeahWe run these streetsAnd some big dope sacksNiggaSmoke some, drink someThat's what I'm talkin aboutYeahHahaStill blastin at close rangeThings ain't changedWe the gangBut we blast and mash to maintainLike to say what up to Tray Deee, Slip Capone, Soopafly and Mr B-A-DGang banginBut we blast and mash to maintain on all y'all suckersTo my big homeboy C-StyleWhat up dogg?YeahWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin BoutWhat Cha Talkin Bout
