Cha Cha - Here We Go Again Lyrics

What? What?

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh



*Samples MC Lytes "Shut The Eff Up (Hoe)"*



I ain't the broad you want to curse out

Rip what's in the purse out

Oh yeah, you ain't heard how

The baby got nerve now

She think I like homie, putting her ice-grill on me

Nice build on him, and I might feel naughty

But I feel for him, when it's said too fake

Now he throwing me light meals when he can't even pay my light bills for me

I ain't enticed lil' homie, got ice bills... show me

Coz this nice deal holds me to this acting field nosy

I ain't the broad you wanna beef wit'

Better use what you sleep wit'

That language that you speak wit'

Will make you lose your teeth quick

Crushed velvet and sequins

You broads are just the cheapest

Same chick Kim said you'd find down at FreakNic

Hush puppy muse, oh enough I'm amused

Same chickens in sessions around Jagged & Absolute

Studio groupies is what I call that

Say it, cause that's how y'all act

Same chickens on the bra-strap

Actin' like we go all back, yo



*Samples MC Lytes "Shut The Eff Up (Hoe)"*



Say what?

You broads don't get it do you

Uh-huh, uh-huh I put it down like this

Y'all don't know what it is

Is it cause big girls be tough beneath the C-cups

Pull up to your club, ten deep, three trucks

Rovers for the winner, with the seats heating up

Oh the tint too dark, what's wrong can't see enough

Cause hell when I show up, didn't expect me to blow up

Advance like Boa, now I want you to throw up

Cause I'm the type of broad that set a goal, reach a goal

Say three, cause it's reasonable

Then go Gold, just regional, so...



*Samples MC Lytes "Shut The Eff Up (Hoe)"*



Y'all really should just stop hatin'

We're gonna do it like this

Oh, this where you broads gonna piss me

What you got against me?

Mr. Man stand wit' me, get back you all quizzy

Call me charged as if I'm guilty, in a minute, I'ma simply

Snap my finger like a sissy, tell 'em all where to kiss me

In the club, same thing (now ain't that a coincidence)

Now I'm the one you spill your drink on (Clumsy with Chrissy Chrissy)

These broads are fake, I know, but they gon' face Cha though

I'm in a lace condod, ballin' down the Lake Tahoe

Fellas with broads is trife now, but it costs my lifestyle

Sitting steady for a while, just to figure your wives out

Put an end to these fits, makin' it with a long kiss

Make her jam meet these fists, she f'ed with the wrong chick

Astonished, you want this, I promise I won't miss

And I get Miss Who She Wit', ice grillin' accomplice

She modeling from the Explorer, think my man ex-whore

Had run-ins with her before, but this time here's what I told her

You know what?



*Samples MC Lytes "Shut The Eff Up (Hoe)"*



I tell her like that uh-huh yeah

Tuskadero baby, what you thought

You know? See how you gonna hate the laced broad

Cause I'm in the club with you and we got the same thing on

But I'm 'bout it

Be a broad about it, don't be afraid to compliment me

Cause right is right, haters

I love y'all though, I love y'all

That makes us who we are

Thanking you for making me