Cha Cha

(feat. Too $hort)

[CJ Mac (Too $hort):]

(God damn!... CJ) What up Too $hort?

(What we gon' do with this hoe?)

I feel like doin' the **********in' Cha Cha or somethin'

Cha Cha ***** (Beotch!) Cha Cha ***** (Beotch!)

Cha Cha ***** (Beotch!) Cha Cha ***** (Beotch!)

$hort this ***** act like she don't wanna Cha Cha, man

(Man you can't make that ***** Cha Cha?)

[CJ Mac:]

Smilin' at the wrong piece of work baby, I lust for cash and jewels

Quick to blast and ain't no rules

**** around and get used, a square ***** just ain't my hype

And I can tell by them shoes that you ain't my type

Look how these alligators rest around my feet

You still meetin' at the swap baby, so what the **** make you want me?

Can you handle a man that's gon' boogie and bang

And put you on a plane with about 10 of them thangs?

She got this workin', neck workin', hands swingin' side to side

Talkin' about she wanted a playa like me and she was down to ride

I said what, high as ****, but she ain't freeze up

So I bought her that ******** dress she wanted and put her in the truck

For two nights, I had her butt naked playin' in my jewels

Runnin' up my phone bill and orderin' up my food

She just uh smilin' and playin' and dancin' and ****

The Hotel Nikko a ************ when you ain't never had ****

She said "Mac, playa thank you for the fly outfit"

She laughed and said "But what's this big ass gertle and ****?"

I said it's kinda fly baby, but you wannabe rich?

You said "uh-uh", I said don't talk about it be about it *****

Cha Cha *****, Cha Cha *****

Cha Cha *****, Cha Cha *****

($hort $hort $hort, it don't stop

Funky fresh to the **********in' beat beotch)

Cha Cha *****, Cha Cha *****

Cha Cha ***** (That's right)

***** do you hear me speakin' to you?

(Beotch!)... Beotch!

[Too $hort:]

I met you at a rap show standin' in the crowd

Hands in the air, screamin' out loud

I knew you was a Too $hort fan, I said what's up with you

Knowin' later on, I'll probably be ****in' you

Two hours later, the bed squeakin'

We talked about doin' this **** every weekend

I asked you could my homie ****, you said "Cool"

"No problem... we could do that too"

So I flew you to my town, the next Friday

You do what I say, we gon' do this **** my way

Put you in the car, burnin' rubber out the airport

You kissed me on the cheek said "You's a real player $hort"

I said I know, this my homie Pizzo

Remember what you said about my homie before?

She said it's on, she gon' **** him and suck his ****

I said don't talk about it be about it *****