Various Artists - Talkin' Trash lyrics

[Timbaland] Do you like it? Uh, uh, uh, what Do you want it? Uh, uh, uh, what Do you like it? Uh, uh, uh, what Do you want it? Uh, uh, uh, say what, here we go Do you like it? Uh, uh, uh, what, here we go Do you want it? Uh, uh, uh, what, here we go Do you like it? Uh, uh, uh, what, here we go Do you want it? Part two, part two [Ba**ey] Why you always askin' me why I talk like that? What, you think you betta, n***a, cuz your pockets are fat? Excuse me? But wasn't I the one that you meant? You talkin' trash to these n***as about to dent up they whip You know me and I don't think I have to explain You that same crotty n***a that f**ed that b**h in my Range It was the same, life, it was talked up a good game Between that money and that p**y that she claim to fame [Timbaland] Look at you, talkin'-tellin' all the bullcrap lies It was you who made me put my hands on your thighs Never ever was the one that humped that girl on your Rover You forgot your baby cousin humped that girl on your Rover It's Timbaland, baby, I don't get down like that Don't try to explain, get yo a** to the back Never ever disrepsect the man that put you on his team Now baby dove, get the keys to your Beem' 1 [Timbaland] Why you talkin' big trash to me? [Ba**y] Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy [Timbaland] Why you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be [Ba**y] Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy [Timbaland] Why you talkin' big trash to me? [Ba**ey] Cuz you always playin' games, Timothy [Timbaland] Why you tryin' to make me mad, ba-be [Ba**ey] Because you always playin' games with Ba**y [Ba**ey] I done met many players that act like you Think because they spend some money that I'm ready to screw Instead of talkin' 'Hit me up around the 1st and the 5th' Cuz you rot in a crumbed out six, you think I'm whipped Got numerous n***as that be rottin' my sh** And the last thing I need is a n***a for kicks I stay dibbed and forever spend the louchie on Gucci f** the money and diamonds cuz n***a, I'm still shinin' [Timbaland] Look at you, girl, talkin' trash Talkin' trash, actin' grown, show your a** Don't try to get on my track and clown You my queen, my mistress, my Jackie Brown Why you tryin' to start trouble in my can? Now hot and angry and I'm getting amped Keep on givin' me the cold shoulder Now I got to get the keys to the Roller You gone Repeat 1 [Ba**ey] It was all for the paper, that's right, all for the love Only wanted most what ghetto girls dream of I need the Hummers and the yachts, Don P on the rocks Cardierre wrist wear with the shivel on top Then you lace me, now you hate me, now you tryin' to replace me Had a woman when you dated me, I guess I was crazy (know you was crazy) Tried to play me but your game's a little lazy Cuz I hooked up and got with your man, n***a scrammed [Timbaland] Girl, what you know about Cardi and wrist wear? When you don't even wear Vic's Underwear Think before you start talkin' sh** Remember, I'm the man with the diamonds and whips I ain't tryin' to beg, but a legend like those speedos I ain't gon get mad if you hump one of my people I keep tellin' you this is me you talkin' to Talkin' trash won't get you nowhere, baby boo Repeat 1 Repeat 1