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Flipmode Squad ‎– Cha Cha Cha (Official Video)
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Flipmode Squad
Flipmode Squad
Künstler:in
Dave Ellis
Dave Ellis
Musiker:in
Rasheed Booth
Rasheed Booth
Musiker:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
B. White
B. White
Songwriter:in
G. Spivey
G. Spivey
Songwriter:in
L. Jones
L. Jones
Songwriter:in
R. Fisher
R. Fisher
Songwriter:in
T. Smith
T. Smith
Songwriter:in
Wendy Lewis
Wendy Lewis
Songwriter:in
W. Seastrunk
W. Seastrunk
Songwriter:in
Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment
Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment
Arrangeur:in
DJ Scratch for B.U.D.A. Productions Inc.
DJ Scratch for B.U.D.A. Productions Inc.
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment
Busta Rhymes for Flipmode Entertainment
Mischtechniker:in
DJ Scratch for B.U.D.A. Productions Inc.
DJ Scratch for B.U.D.A. Productions Inc.
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Eduardo Larez
Eduardo Larez
Ingenieurassistent:in
Rich Tapper
Rich Tapper
Ingenieurassistent:in
Rick Posada
Rick Posada
Ausführende:r Produzent:in
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Vinny Nicoletti
Vinny Nicoletti
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Letras

[Verse 1]
Yo it's my time to shine and I'ma shine bright
Terrorize the mic, get the crowd hyped, make 'em wanna fight
You see the rhymes I construct
Flows I conduct
It mess up the party like somebody got bucked
Brother, word
I lays it down flat like a doormat (Get down)
In every state, wherever I tore that
Spliff, I spliff Duchy Brother (What?)
The undisputed
Counting trap taking trips out to Cakalack
Smoking chron quan
Chill with wild chicks
In the Montreal
Crack the mini bar what the hell
Grab a Evian
Mean Spliff be the illest
Tailor up my fashion the hell what people think
Watch a brother turn platinum
[Verse 2]
Y'all people wanna get down, them suckas wanna battle
Hey what y'all wanna do?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Y'all people wanna get down, them suckas wanna battle
Hey what y'all wanna do?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Y'all people wanna get down?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
You suckas wanna battle?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Hey what y'all wanna do?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
[Verse 3]
Digga, Digga first name Rahshia, sweetest person
Had no idea, just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes stackin' rhymes by the eon
Situation round the way with my women
Looking spiffy with the Fendi-type linens
Toting herbals, we got papers like Staples
Marla Maples, didn't think I could take you
Confrontation, now rappers wanna run up
Tryna flex muscle on a shorty tryna come up
Rhymes harder than concrete statues in Egypt
Roll 'em all out, like they paraplegic
Boy, I got lyrics for the brain
You fakin' in a new head callin' me by my nickname
I shatter egos quick
I be that chick, the wrong people
Wanna be around and see that sh**
[Verse 4]
Y'all people wanna get down, them suckas wanna battle
Hey what y'all wanna do?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Y'all people wanna get down, them suckas wanna battle
Hey what y'all wanna do?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Y'all people wanna get down?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
You suckas wanna battle?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Hey what y'all wanna do?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
[Verse 5]
Get the royal blue now and swing my way
Wants a real party type, yeah, if you hold your weight
I can hold mine, you wanna battle blow some lines
Rock's 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
Get jealous 'cause your shorty want this
Your lady blacked out in front of my crib
Her man staked out on a red cloud
Shh, shut your mouth
What you chat 'bout this ain't worth
Bent off of Cris'
This style's got you twist up, walk with face ice grilled up
The cab pulled up and the black Suburb', let me move first
So I can park my truck on the curb
You move slow get bashed in from QB to Aspen
I'm short for a reason you spoke you shoulda passed that
Don't ask my age 'cause the world made me like that
Blow a hole in this place soon as my bomb contact
[Verse 6]
Y'all people wanna get down, them suckas wanna battle
Hey what y'all wanna do?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Y'all people wanna get down, them suckas wanna battle
Hey what y'all wanna do?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Y'all people wanna get down?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
You suckas wanna battle?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Hey what y'all wanna do?
Let's cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha, cha
Written by: B. White, G. Spivey, L. Jones, R. Fisher, T. Smith, W. Seastrunk, Wendy Lewis
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