(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 *****
(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 *****
