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Flipmode Squad - Cha Cha Cha lyrics
Busta] Baby Sham... Rah Digga... Spliff Star... Flipmode... In ya face... U wanna battle [Spliff Star] Yo Yo Yo! It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright Terrorize the mic get the crowd height. Make em want to fight You see the ryhmes I construct. The flows I conduct (say what) It messed up the body like somebody got buck Pluck a word I laze it down flat like a door mat (get down) In every state wherever I toured at. ?bliff my spliff nuttin bubble? Da what, Da undesputed Counting traps, taking trip out the cacilac. Smokin' quan-quan. Chill wit wild chics in the Montreaon Cracking da many bar, for the hell. Grap a Avreon Mink Spliff, be the illest tailor of my fashion The hell what people think. Watch a brother turn platinum Chorus: [Busta] Ya'll people people wanna get down. Ya sucker wanna battle A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll people people wanna get down. Ya sucker wanna battle A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll people people wanna get down. Na cha cha cha cha cha Ya sucker wanna battle. Na cha cha cha cha cha A what Ya'll wannna do. Na cha cha cha cha cha Na 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 Wit nickles and dime staking ryhmes by the eon Situation around the way with my women Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen Tote'n herbals, we got papers like staples Marla Marples, didn't think I could take you Confrontation, now rappers wanna run up Trying to flex muscle on a shorty tring to come up (pssss!) Ryhmes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt Roll em all out like they parapilegic Boy--I got lyrics for the brain You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname I shatter a ego quick. I be that chick The wrong people gonna be round to see that shhhhhh! Chorus [Baby Sham] Get the royal blue nab (nab), and swing my way (way) On some real party type if you hold your way (way) I can hold mine. You wanna battle--blow some lines (lines) Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist. You want this Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits (ugh) Can't hold this jealous cause ya shorty want this You lady blacked out in front of my crib. Her man staked out On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth What you chap out the same word. Been on for ?chriz? The style got you twist up walk wit face ice grilled up Some kat pulled up in a black surburb Let me move first so I can pulled my truck to 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 Blow a whole in this place as soon as my bomb contact Chorus [still Busta] Yeah, Rah Digga, Sliff Star, Baby Sham, Flipmode Squad |
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