Cha Cha lyrics

[CJ Mac] (Too $hort)
(God damn!... CJ) What up Too $hort?
(What we gon' do with this hoe?)
I feel like doin' the motherf*ckin' Cha Cha or somethin'
Cha Cha b*tch (Beotch!) Cha Cha b*tch (Beotch!)
Cha Cha b*tch (Beotch!) Cha Cha b*tch (Beotch!)
$hort this b*tch act like she don't wanna Cha Cha, man
(Man you can't make that b*tch 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
f*ck around and get used, a square b*tch 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 f*ck 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 f*ck, but she ain't freeze up
So I bought her that bullsh*t 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 sh*t
The Hotel Nikko a motherf*cker when you ain't never had sh*t
She said "Mac, playa thank you for the fly outfit"
She laughed and said "But what's this big ass gertle and sh*t?"
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 b*tch
Cha Cha b*tch, Cha Cha b*tch
Cha Cha b*tch, Cha Cha b*tch
($hort $hort $hort, it don't stop
Funky fresh to the motherf*ckin' beat beotch)
Cha Cha b*tch, Cha Cha b*tch
Cha Cha b*tch (That's right)
b*tch 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 f*ckin' you
Two hours later, the bed squeakin'
We talked about doin' this sh*t every weekend
I asked you could my homie f*ck, 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 sh*t 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' f*ck him and suck his di*k
I said don't talk about it be about it b*tch