Rah Digga - Cha Cha Cha lyrics

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Rah Digga - Cha Cha Cha lyrics

[Intro: Busta Rhymes] Hah... Rah Digga... Spliff Star... Flipmode... In ya face n***a... You wanna battle n***a... [Spliff Star] Yo, Yo, Yo! It's my time to shine and I'm a shine bright Sodomize the mic Get the crowd hype Make 'em want to fight You see the rhymes I construct The flows I conduct It f**ed up the party like somebody got bucked n***a word! I lays it down flat like a door mat Get head in every state wherever I toured at Spliff ah spliff Duh-ty n***a what the undisputed Counting traps Taking trip out the cacilac Smokin' quan-quan Doggie style chicks in the Montreaon Cracking many bar f** it n***a grab an Averon Me Spliff, be the f**ing tailor of my fashion f** what n***as think Watch a n***a turn platinum [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Ya'll n***as wanna get down Ya n***as wanna battle Eh, what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll n***as wanna get down Ya n***as wanna battle Just what ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya'll n***as wanna get down Let's cha cha cha cha cha Ya n***as wanna battle Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh what Ya'll wannna do Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha [Rah Digga] Digga, Digga First name Rahshea Sweetest person had no idea Just like that honey flipped three times With nickles and dime staking rhymes by the eon Situation around the way with my women Looking spiffy wit the vendi type linen Totin' herbals We got papers like staples Marla Marples Didn't think I could take you Confrontation now n***as wanna run up Trying to flex muscle on a b**h tring to come up Rhymes hotter than concrete statues in Eygpt Roll they a** out like they parapilegic Boy! I got sh** 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 n***as gonna be round to see that sh** [Chorus] [Baby Sham] Get the royal blue nab and swing my way On some real party sh** if you hold your way I can hold mine You wanna battle blow some lines Rocks gleam on the top of my wrist You want this Be the same dude that hop on the pubic splits You can't hold this You jealous cause ya shorty want this Dig her back out in front of my crib Her man staked out On the rare the cloud sh...shut your mouth What you chap 'bout, the same sh** Been on for chris The style got you twist up Walk wit face ice grilled up Some cat pulled up in a black surburb Let me move first so I can park my sh** on the curb Ya moves slow get bashed in from Q.B. to Aspen I'm short for reason You spoke and should have pa**ed that Don't ask my age cause the world made me like that Blast a hole in ya face soon as my nine co*k back [Chorus] [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Yeah... Rah Digga... Sliff Star... Baby Sham... Flipmode Squad n***a... f** is the deal... '98 sh**...'99 sh**... 2000 sh**... 2001 sh**... 2002 sh**... Eternal sh** motherf**er... Stay tuned...