CJ MAC - Cha Cha lyrics

(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 motherfuckin' Cha Cha or somethin'

Cha Cha bitch (Beotch!) Cha Cha bitch (Beotch!)

Cha Cha bitch (Beotch!) Cha Cha bitch (Beotch!)

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

(Man you can't make that bitch 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

Fuck around and get used, a square bitch 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 fuck 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 fuck, but she ain't freeze up

So I bought her that bullshit 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 shit

The Hotel Nikko a motherfucker when you ain't never had shit

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

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

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 bitch

Cha Cha bitch, Cha Cha bitch

Cha Cha bitch, Cha Cha bitch

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

funky fresh to the motherfuckin' beat beotch)

Cha Cha bitch, Cha Cha bitch

Cha Cha bitch (That's right)

Bitch 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 fuckin' you

Two hours later, the bed squeakin'

We talked about doin' this shit every weekend

I asked you could my homie fuck, 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 shit 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' fuck him and suck his dick

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