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(feat. Too $hort) |
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[CJ Mac (Too $hort):] |
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(God damn!... CJ) What up Too $hort? |
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(What we gon' do with this hoe?) |
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I feel like doin' the motherfuckin' Cha Cha or somethin' |
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Cha Cha bitch (Beotch!) Cha Cha bitch (Beotch!) |
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Cha Cha bitch (Beotch!) Cha Cha bitch (Beotch!) |
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$hort this bitch act like she don't wanna Cha Cha, man |
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(Man you can't make that bitch Cha Cha?) |
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[CJ Mac:] |
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Smilin' at the wrong piece of work baby, I lust for cash and jewels |
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Quick to blast and ain't no rules |
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Fuck around and get used, a square bitch just ain't my hype |
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And I can tell by them shoes that you ain't my type |
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Look how these alligators rest around my feet |
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You still meetin' at the swap baby, so what the fuck make you want me? |
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Can you handle a man that's gon' boogie and bang |
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And put you on a plane with about 10 of them thangs? |
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She got this workin', neck workin', hands swingin' side to side |
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Talkin' about she wanted a playa like me and she was down to ride |
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I said what, high as fuck, but she ain't freeze up |
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So I bought her that bullshit dress she wanted and put her in the truck |
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For two nights, I had her butt naked playin' in my jewels |
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Runnin' up my phone bill and orderin' up my food |
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She just uh smilin' and playin' and dancin' and shit |
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The Hotel Nikko a motherfucker when you ain't never had shit |
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She said "Mac, playa thank you for the fly outfit" |
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She laughed and said "But what's this big ass gertle and shit?" |
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I said it's kinda fly baby, but you wannabe rich? |
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You said "uh-uh", I said don't talk about it be about it bitch |
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Cha Cha bitch, Cha Cha bitch |
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Cha Cha bitch, Cha Cha bitch |
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($hort $hort $hort, it don't stop |
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Funky fresh to the motherfuckin' beat beotch) |
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Cha Cha bitch, Cha Cha bitch |
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Cha Cha bitch (That's right) |
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Bitch do you hear me speakin' to you? |
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(Beotch!)... Beotch! |
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[Too $hort:] |
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I met you at a rap show standin' in the crowd |
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Hands in the air, screamin' out loud |
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I knew you was a Too $hort fan, I said what's up with you |
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Knowin' later on, I'll probably be fuckin' you |
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Two hours later, the bed squeakin' |
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We talked about doin' this shit every weekend |
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I asked you could my homie fuck, you said "Cool" |
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"No problem... we could do that too" |
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So I flew you to my town, the next Friday |
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You do what I say, we gon' do this shit my way |
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Put you in the car, burnin' rubber out the airport |
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You kissed me on the cheek said "You's a real player $hort" |
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I said I know, this my homie Pizzo |
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Remember what you said about my homie before? |
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She said it's on, she gon' fuck him and suck his dick |
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I said don't talk about it be about it bitch |
