cha cha cha lyrics – flipmode squad

(intro / spliff star):
hah…
rah digga…
spliff star…
flipmode…
in ya face n*gg*…
you want to battle n*gg*…

(spliff star):
yo, yo, yo!
it’s my time to shine and i’m a shine bright
sodomize the mic
get the crowd hype
make ’em want to fight
you see the rhymes i construct
the flows i conduct
it f*cked up the party like somebody got bucked
n*gg* word!
i lays it down flat like a door mat
get head in every state wherever i toured at
spliff ah spliff
duh-ty n*gg* what the undisputed
counting traps
taking trip out the cacilac
smokin’ quan-quan
doggie style chicks in the montreaon
cracking many bar
f*ck it
n*gg* grab an averon
me spliff, be the f*cking tailor of my fashion
f*ck what n*gg*s think
watch a n*gg* turn platinum

(chorus / busta rhymes):
ya’ll n*gg*s want to get down
ya n*gg*s want to battle
eh, what ya’ll wannna do
let’s cha cha cha cha cha

ya’ll n*gg*s want to get down
ya n*gg*s want to battle
just what ya’ll wannna do
let’s cha cha cha cha cha

ya’ll n*gg*s want to get down
let’s cha cha cha cha cha
ya n*gg*s want to battle
let’s cha cha cha cha cha
eh what ya’ll wannna do
let’s cha cha cha cha cha
cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha

(rah digga):
digga, digga
first name rahshea
sweetest person had no idea
just like that honey flipped three times
with nickles and dime staking rhymes by the eon
situation around the way with my women
looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen
totin’ herbals
we got papers like staples
marla marples
didn’t think i could take you
confrontation now n*gg*s want to run up
trying to flex muscle on a b*tch tring to come up
rhymes hotter than concrete statues in eygpt
roll they *ss out like they parapilegic
boy! i got sh*t for the brain
you faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname
i shatter an ego quick
i be that chick
the wrong n*gg*s gonna be round to see that sh*t

(chorus / busta rhymes):
ya’ll n*gg*s want to get down
ya n*gg*s want to battle
eh, what ya’ll wannna do
let’s cha cha cha cha cha

ya’ll n*gg*s want to get down
ya n*gg*s want to battle
eh, what ya’ll wannna do
let’s cha cha cha cha cha

ya’ll n*gg*s want to get down
let’s cha cha cha cha cha
ya n*gg*s want to battle
let’s cha cha cha cha cha
eh, what ya’ll wannna do
let’s cha cha cha cha cha
cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha

(baby sham):
get the royal blue nab and swing my way
on some real party sh*t if you hold your way
i can hold mine
you want to battle blow some lines
rocks gleam on the top of my wrist
you want this
be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits
you can’t hold this
you jealous cause ya shorty want this
dig her back out in front of my crib
her man staked out
on the rare the cloud sh… shut your mouth
what you chap ’bout, the same sh*t
been on for chris
the style got you twist up
walk wit face ice grilled up
some cat pulled up in a black surburb
let me move first so i can park my sh*t on the curb
ya moves slow get bashed in from q.b. to aspen
i’m short for reason
you spoke and should have p*ssed that
don’t ask my age cause the world made me like that
blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine c*ck back

(chorus / busta rhymes):
ya’ll n*gg*s want to get down
ya n*gg*s want to battle
eh, what ya’ll wannna do
let’s cha cha cha cha cha

ya’ll n*gg*s want to get down
ya n*gg*s want to battle
let’s, what ya’ll wannna do
na cha cha cha cha cha

ya’ll n*gg*s want to get down
let’s cha cha cha cha cha
ya n*gg*s want to battle
let’s cha cha cha cha cha
eh, what ya’ll wannna do
let’s cha cha cha cha cha
cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha

(outro / busta rhymes):
yeah…
rah digga…
sliff star…
baby sham…
flipmode squad n*gg*…
f*ck is the deal…
’98 sh*t…
’99 sh*t…
2000 sh*t…
2001 sh*t…
2002 sh*t…
eternal sh*t motherf*cker…
stay tuned…

/ flipmode squad lyrics