your Jeep motherfuckers!) I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em [Verse one: Cha Cha] I [gun noise] stick 'em I - IIIII flick 'em Shit 'em and switch 'em
your Jeep motherfuckers!) I get 'em, I stick 'em, I switch 'em, I ditch 'em [Verse one: Cha Cha] I {*gun noise*} stick 'em I - IIIII flick 'em Shit 'em and switch 'em
Traduzione: Cha Cha. Stick 'em.
Traduzione: Cha Cha. Stick 'Em.
government got my soul they want me back in the beam To shoot a practice scoop the toilet bowl BITCH! [Hook] [Verse 2:] Over the stove in the kitchen cooking cha cha
no surpass now I'm outlasting em Damn your favorite rapper he's no match form Nigga disrespect I'll bring his hat too em Spend a little change have a friend shoe em
cha, pops gon' kill ya. Killa Cali. The state where they kill. Down wit Oaktown? What's up homie, can I chill? The bitches lookin funny. Feel em at me
to grab the 'vees Blasted for few winters, rejuvenated Returnin' like you remembered, but more swifter Stronger than your malt liquor Money, hoes and clothes, don't let them whores get cha
to stick ya manye but he stick you first Goodbye! [Chorus:] I seen 'em rise, seen 'em fall (seen 'em fall) Seen 'em come, seen 'em go, seen 'em all (
hoe, I'ma grab you by them dookey braids Put'cha head down, cuz I heard about'cha In Desert Storm, Uncle Sam got that mouth up out'cha So let me get that out'cha
Azz)] We be in 'em streetz, every single day We be in 'em streetz, every single day We be in 'em streetz, every single day We be in 'em streetz, every
gone tell no lie, these playa haters they must die How the fuck these niggas gone tear me down Buckin' em up, Buckin' em down Fuckin' that nigga hoe and hold em
east-westside gutta shit, some gutta shit that's right, and what up to my niggas from the eastcoast, westcoast, down south, we gon ride on niggas, holla at cha
of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) Life in the city, is out of control (Stick ya hands up, Stick ya hands up) [Blaze:] I catch'em while
, high, about to do a bid You wanna be a singer and you got four kids Bitch you crazy, I should quit'cha Aww fuck it, I'ma stay wit'cha [Celph Titled
legal [(Chorus) x2] Now what'cha wanna do Bang or bark, I'm a DPP with tha gangsta bark Give it up to them ladies who bounce that thing Hit em up with
cha, true love can't face it way you do Ohh at shcool when I see ya they wishen they can be us so rumors staring flying deny 'em Can't nobody not my momma
like jason waitin Take em an rape em then I cut em up Bake em an ate them I throw em up Shit em out You gon' forget about em You gotta live without em
