Cha Cha Cha - Flipmode Squad, Busta Rhymes, Baby Sham

Hah… Rah Digga…

Spliff Star… Flipmode…

In ya face nigga…

You wanna battle nigga…

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 fucked up the party like somebody got bucked Nigga word!

I lays it down flat like a door mat

Get head in every state wherever I toured at

Spliff ah spliff

Duh-ty nigga what the undisputed

Counting traps Taking trip out the cacilac

Smokin' quan-quan doggie style chicks in the Montreaon

Cracking many bar Fuck it, nigga grab an Averon

Me Spliff, be the fucking tailor of my fashion

Fuck what niggas think, watch a nigga turn platinum

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down

Ya niggas wanna battle

Eh, what ya’ll wannna do

Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down

Ya niggas wanna battle

Just what ya’ll wannna do

Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down

Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya niggas wanna 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

Digga Digga, first name Rashia

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 Fendi type linen

Totin' herbals We got papers like staples

Marla Marples Didn’t think I could take you

Confrontation, now niggas wanna run up

Trying to flex muscle on a bitch tring to come up

Rhymes harder than concrete statues in Eygpt

Roll they ass out like they parapilegic

Boy!

I got shit 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 niggas gonna be round to see that shit

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down

Ya niggas wanna battle

Eh, what ya’ll wannna do

Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down

Ya niggas wanna battle

Just what ya’ll wannna do

Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down

Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya niggas wanna 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

Get the royal blue Nav and swing my way

On some real party shit if you hold your weight

I can hold mine

You wanna battle blow some lines

Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist

You want this

Be the same dude that hop on the pubics quick

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 shit

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 shit on the curb

Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B.

to Aspen

I’m short for reason

You spoke and should have passed that

Don’t ask my age cause the world made me like that

Blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine cock back

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down

Ya niggas wanna battle

Eh, what ya’ll wannna do

Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down

Ya niggas wanna battle

Just what ya’ll wannna do

Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya’ll niggas wanna get down

Let’s cha cha cha cha cha

Ya niggas wanna 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

Yeah… Rah Digga… Sliff Star… Baby Sham…

Flipmode Squad nigga… Fuck is the deal…

'98 shit…'99 shit… 2000 shit… 2001 shit… 2002 shit…

Eternal shit motherfucker… Stay tuned…