Busta Rhymes - Cha Cha Cha Lyrics

Baby Sham
Rah Digga
Spliff Star
Flipmode
In ya face
You wanna battle?

Yo, yo, yo
It's my time to shine and I'ma shine bright
Terrorize the mic
Get the crowd hype
Make 'em wanna fight
You see the rhymes I construct
Flows I conduct (say what?)
It messed up the party like somebody got bucked
Brother, word
I lays it down flat like a door mat
Get down in every state wherever I toured at
Spliff ah spliff
Dutty brother, what the undisputed
Counting traps
Taking trip out the Cadillac
Smokin' quan-quan
Triple wild chicks in the Montreal
Crack the mini bar
What the hell?
Grab an Averon
Me Spliff, be the illet tailor of my fashion
The hell what people think
Watch a brother turn platinum

Ya'll people wanna get down
Y'all suckers wanna battle
Ayy, what ya'll wanna do?
Let's cha-cha cha-cha cha

Ya'll people wanna get down
Y'all suckers wanna battle
Ayy, what ya'll wanna do?
Let's cha-cha cha-cha cha

Ya'll people wanna get down
Let's cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Y'all suckers wanna battle
Let's cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Ayy, what ya'll wanna do?
Let's cha-cha cha-cha cha
Cha-cha cha-cha cha-cha
Cha-cha cha-cha cha-cha

Digga, Digga
First name Rahshea
Sweetest person, had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes staking rhymes by the eons
Situation around the way with my women
Looking spiffy with the Fendi type linens
Totin' herbals
We got papers like staples
Marla Marples
Didn't think I could take you
Confrontation, now rappers wanna run up
Tryna flex muscle on a shorty tryna come up
Rhymes hotter than concrete statues in Egypt
Roll them all out like they paraplegic
Boy, I got lyrics for the brain
You faker than them new heads calling me by my nickname
I shatter an ego quick
I be that chick
The wrong people gon' be around to see that sh

Ya'll people wanna get down?
Y'all suckers wanna battle?
Ayy, what ya'll wanna do?
Let's cha-cha cha-cha cha

Ya'll people wanna get down?
Y'all suckers wanna battle?
Ayy, what ya'll wanna do?
Let's cha-cha cha-cha cha

Ya'll people wanna get down?
Let's cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Y'all suckers wanna battle?
Let's cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Ayy, what ya'll wanna do?
Let's cha-cha cha-cha cha
Cha-cha cha-cha cha-cha
Cha-cha cha-cha cha-cha

Get the royal blue nab (nab) and swing my way (way)
On some real party type (uh) if you hold your way (way)
I can hold mine (uh)
You wanna battle blow some lines (lines)
Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist
You want this (what)
Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits
You can't hold this
You jealous cause ya shorty want this
Your lady blacked out in front of my crib
Her man staked out (what)
On the rare the cloud sh-shut your mouth (uh)
What you chat 'bout?
The same word, been on for Cris'
The 'stal's got you twist up
Walk with face ice grilled up
Some cat pulled up in a black Suburb'
Let me move first so I can park my truck on the curb
You move slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen
I'm short for a reason
You spoke, you should've passed that
Don't ask my age 'cause the world made me like that
Blow a hole in his place soon as my bomb contact

Ya'll people wanna get down?
Y'all suckers wanna battle?
Ayy, what ya'll wanna do?
Let's cha-cha cha-cha cha

Ya'll people wanna get down?
Y'all suckers wanna battle?
Ayy, what ya'll wanna do?
Let's cha-cha cha-cha cha

Ya'll people wanna get down?
Let's cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Y'all suckers wanna battle?
Let's cha-cha-cha-cha-cha
Ayy, what ya'll wanna do?
Let's cha-cha cha-cha cha
Cha-cha cha-cha cha-cha
Cha-cha cha-cha cha-cha

Yeah
Rah Digga
Spliff Star
Baby Sham
Flipmode Squad

This is Rah Digga of the Flipmode squad
And I'd like to take this time to say
Peace to all my bitches across the globe
Listenin' to this shit right here
And to all y'all jealous ass MC's right now
F*ck all y'all
'Cause we 'bout to hit you with the heat
For the '98, you know what I'm sayin'?
Imperial six
Flipmode is the squad
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