Whatcha Talkin’ Bout

Lyrics

[Chorus: Snug Brim] What you talkin bout? You ain't talkin bout nothing You ain't talkin bout nothinYou ain't talkin bout nothing What you talkin bout? You ain't talkin bout nothing You ain't talkin bout nothing You ain't talkin bout nothing So bitch shut up So bitch shut up So bitch shut up So bitch shut up [Verse 1: Skatterman] What's up with snapping your fingers and doing your little dance? Signing your record deals with no advances Waiting on your album to drop A couple million in the budget, and your shit still flop Got R. Kelly on the hook, Dr. Dre on the snare drum Come through Kan City where a player from If you don't like what I'm saying, then homie fuck you Cause all I know is the streets, that's what I stuck to Getting real tired of the same old same old Lame old bling bling let your chain show Dumb motherfuckers, what you pay for the Range though? Lying bout the shit that you done did for your fame yo I still got niggas starving, let the K go Robbing liquor stores and shit, let the flame go Rag in they pocket, still claming the gang bro Caught by the feds, but that's just how the game go [Chorus: Snug Brim] What you talkin bout? You ain't talkin bout nothing You ain't talkin bout nothinYou ain't talkin bout nothing What you talkin bout? You ain't talkin bout nothing You ain't talkin bout nothing You ain't talkin bout nothing So bitch shut up So bitch shut up So bitch shut up So bitch shut up [Verse 2: Snug Brim] I'm still me, I never changed for you bunk rappers Talking greezy, you must want me to come and get at ya This ain't rap beef, I let the mack speak I'll toss a couple on your neck and blow off your back piece Money attracts me, so get your shit straight You and your mans doing bad [?] [?] You don't really want [?] Telling these hoes you know me, that ain't gon get you shit You ain't gon do too much my nigga, you ain't got the chips Why is you playing, lying saying you with the Crips? I say that's something like a bitch, you should be on the strip Plus I don't 2 step, I get right to it This is the introduction to the full on fight music You don't want me on your ass, keep me out your mouth We could take it there, fuck what you talkin bout [Chorus: Snug Brim] What you talkin bout? You ain't talkin bout nothing You ain't talkin bout nothinYou ain't talkin bout nothing What you talkin bout? You ain't talkin bout nothing You ain't talkin bout nothing You ain't talkin bout nothing So bitch shut up So bitch shut up So bitch shut up So bitch shut up [Verse 3: Snug Brim and Skatterman] I know you mad You can act like it You [?], you can't make it snap like it That's why you turned soft, and them guns hurt You [?], I got my own work So what you saying chief? I ain't heard a thing Pull your pockets up homie, get up on a chain And when you get enough, to where you're seeing something Your mouth will still be over, cause you ain't saying nothing It's Skatterman motherfucker, KC is the place Hop out on your AP and your face Soon as you get out your car, put your nose on the floor You resist, hollo tips through your passinger door They selling coke, poppin pills, so they trigger happy While you rapping bout ass shaking and laffy taffy We don't dance round here, all we do is diss You hear that sound, you won't do shit [Chorus: Snug Brim] What you talkin bout? You ain't talkin bout nothing You ain't talkin bout nothinYou ain't talkin bout nothing What you talkin bout? You ain't talkin bout nothing You ain't talkin bout nothing You ain't talkin bout nothing So bitch shut up So bitch shut up So bitch shut up So bitch shut up