Cha Cha - Running lyrics

[Royce Da 5'9"] + (Cha Cha) (Stick up, stick up) Gangs 'til we play brains We pick up (pick up) when them thangs spray This how it goes down in the hood that you can't stay I'll invite a n***a over then make him leave in the same day Can you meet her? I'm talkin bout a chick wit a Coke bottle figure but never the 2-liter Whatever you choose, especially you Definitely I rhyme better than who rhymes better than you! Cause this is your sire, I spit in the fire Thinkin that I'm fittin to retire? {"b*tch, you a liar!"} Ah-hah! The home of the willest, I'm only the illest I only'll steal it, phony-est n***as'll feel it, c'mon widdit But when the battle is through It's all-out "Jerry Springer" every arena, I'm on the panel, too Spit sh** for my peeps, sh** for the Jeeps (Stick up, stick up) Strange pick-ups, brains hittin your feet Stained in ya mayn, listen, change in dissin (And recognize) You MC's, nothin; you leave with nothin (And recognize) f** it, hold on - I hear somebody comin {"Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, what is his name?"} 5-9! [Hook] Can't keep comin around me baby Make my girls say (OHHHH!) Can't keep running awayyyy Give it to me now (RUN) [Interlude: Cha Cha] You can't leave, you can't breathe, you can't sleep Hearts beat's goin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! (It's like) Precious comin, can't turn your back from it And your heart keeps drummin - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! See deep, see the world from beneath And all you hear is that beat - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! (YO!) Evictions (YO!) enrichment (YO!) Contentment - bu-bu-b-b-BUMP! (YO! YO!) [Royce Da 5'9"] + (Cha Cha) Yeah, then after THAT I just thu-thu-th-thump, for fun I'm co*kIN back my (pu-pu-p-p-PUMP!) Yeah, what n***a man, you better be du-du-d-dumb You better stutter, you better SAY I'm th-th-th-the one Cause I'm the, rap oxy moron, feel that? Cause I bring tracks to life while I k**, cracks Ladies say (Royce I wanna get with, you!) And it's cool cause I got a whole (get with) crew And I hit, writers, right where it hurts Don't call me no hit, writer; I am a fighter, first n***as try to murk on my fire since fireworks Now you hurt, have you goons in a drive-by verse Cause I'm STRONG in that area thuggin I just, LOVE leavin n***as layin there like a area RUG Plus you, yeah, smellin my game Ev-ery girl +Wanna Be Bad+, ask Willa Ford, tell her my name It's, 5-9! Hah, now I see why you can't see See why you can't breathe, why you can't beat or be ME! Man please, you better be Sam Sneed (And recognize) You just feet, a piece of a stampede (And recognize) Shh, hold on - I think somebody comin {"Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, who could it be?"} 5-9! [Hook] [Outro: Royce Da 5'9"] A round of applause for the brand new Mrs. Montgomery My lil' sister Cha Cha, Rush! Of course my name is Royce 5'9" When you think of my name Think of a fresh new sound A fresh new face, let's go [Interlude]