[Cha Cha] Cha Cha, uh-huh Ninety-nine (Cha), you know Cha, Cha, ah, ah Ladies I see Cha got to sit wit' y'all, spit to y'all For about a half-a-minute
Traduction: Cha Cha. Que les grandes.
'm burstin' hittin' serpents up And in the Carter we still workin' with that work for ya' I'm the God and the turban fits perfect, word Puffing' on that
cha, don't cha Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me Don't cha, don't cha [Verse 2] Fight the
shine I'm on my chief, jumpin out the wagon like Tyco And get the kind of paper that these niggaz'll die fo' Bossed out, camouflage under my vest B Motorbike, fast cars, broads
let's ride All I need... That new coupe (got that) A doo-rag and a pocket full o' loot (got those) A sunny day some chicks that wanna play And I'll be
on they cover cause I earn for them Soon as I sell too much, watch them turn on him cause that seem to be the shit that'll earn for them I spit that murder
cakin on these broads spend a stack on that bitch I'll throw that ho right out the VIP and throw some yak ('gnac) on that bitch And as far as all this
hold it down (well all rite cha) yo yo [M] Mad dick up in your mouth (all nite cha) cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha... [fades in and out before
niggaz put in hard work Twenty four hours and packs go like front work (I got love) Crips and Bloods, chick who'll split'cha mugs Same bitches that strip
white like I?m Pat Sayjack Plus I had my A game up since 8-track I?m Diddy with the flow, ?Take that, take that? My flow say (cha-ching) and my flow
that thang Make a pimp wanna hurt that thang Stop frontin ma and do dat dance Make yo knees touch ya elbows and do dat dere What you got dere? Bend ova show that
t cha Don't cha Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me? Don't cha Don't cha Fight the feeling
juice You got whack rhymes use the mic cord as a noose I'm sorta confused, cuz I thought I saw on the news That there's an epidemic spreading and they
I ain't mad at cha girl, do your thing! Last night I hit the club and I threw that change! (Yeah!) I'mma write you off, unemployed to a Boss! Another young broad