Cha Cha

[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