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1. _ Who Make It Hotter
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2. _ Mad Rapper (Skit)
And welcome back from that commercial break
Um I found out some please ladies and gentlemen
Hold your applause please can you hold your applause
I found out something very interesting
The mad producer, he's not really that mad
Uh he well Mr. Producer can you please tell us
Why you're not really that mad?
Eh eh eh yo would I be tellin you shit though?
You can't be you know what I'm sayin
Eh eh eh Yo word up TV you know what I'm sayin what's up for real
Gentlemen please
Yo I gotta tell you something for real
What up? What up?
The niggaz got chedda dog and I did a track on Mase's album
And I ain't gonna lie
Naw naw you can't be talkin like that for real
The niggaz don't you know what I'm say they be raisin..
Naw son naw
I'm sorry dog for real yo but
Man dog!
That kid Mase be doin his thing yo
What you mean he be doin his thing
I know they be doin their..what
What I don't be doin my thing
Millie Vanilli did they thing
New Kid's on the Block, RuPaul
all them bitches and everybody else did they thing
And you ain't do no tracks on them
what happened to my track? You give 'em my shit?
You gave 'em my shit?
You gave em send 'em to the fuckin' projects
you give how could you do that I'm the jolliest nigga you know son
How could you do that to me son? Damn!!
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3. _ M.O.M.M.Y.
A matter of fact I'm ready to spit it so whenever, yeah, yeah
Gangsta, Cha Cha, Esco, the don, the Gucci princess, ya heard, what
Why'all can bounce to this
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Cha Cha, I, I
Imagine Tuskadero, a.k.a. as the wife
And I don't give a damn if these broads don't like me
Cold as the freezer cause the baby stay iced
Heard the neck broke, how these chickens want to fight?
Might be the reason they lost complete faith in your market department
Scared to hear the release date
Keep the beats laced, sell a mill in each state
See the wife get the house and extra keys to the safe
You know this game that I'm in
The pain that I'm in
Esco, cars, jewelry
Catz be out to kill me
The last girl that I tried to make my wife
Was kidnapped, the ransom was an outrageous price
Still paid it, dangerous life
Now I seek out a gangstress made for this life, for me to bang with
I think you'll fit perfect
You're young and you're pretty
You're something that I can work with
We'll be running the city, ya heard
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You gotta have money if ya dealing with me
But ya gotta be a live one to get it from me
You ain't never met a broad that's expensive as me
And you ain't never met a thug that can pimp it like me
Yo, you gotta have money if ya dealing with me
But ya gotta be a live one to get it from me
You ain't never met a broad that's expensive as me
And you ain't never met a thug that can pimp it like me, get it
See mommy, and niggas pop me and replace me like copies
Crying for weeks, thinking what he'd do with out me
Your cake holder, flying all through the states for ya
The one who gets you out of the jams with the fake lawyer
Came along way from the pants-pocket inspector
The young beeper check, collect call acceptor
See I was with you, when you was a two figga nigga
Way before they knew you was that Escobar nigga
You best remember, who kept ya warm during the winter
And kept the judges paid through the whole trial in September
'Cause if ya every try and flip on me
Know everything's in my name that requires a key
So you'll be home missing car notes before you walk over me
Sorry to see, and sorry that you started with me
'Cause when you beefed, I kissed you on your bruised lips
Put you in your blue chips and your new whips
Now you don't want to lose this
Repeat 1
Who gave you bubble baths?
Loving you, bundles of cash
My tongue in you
Hummers to crash, bought you another one, thugging you
Chinchilla furs, Rolls Royce, silver spurs
Who hit it till it hurts, put ya in fifty skirts?
Before me you was getting jerked
Transporting any nigga work, now your clothes matching fifty purse
You was a thug mommy, wild in the club mommy
But now I got to know you, it's nothing but love mommy
I hold you down with the pump to the handgun
Prince Handsome, Escobar, nobody compares
In this cold world it's hard to find somebody who cares
And you was there, when I though I was getting twenty-five years
When them fake niggas left me, you stayed
When them jakes tried to arrest me, I only got away cause you sprayed
Top of the world, just us two, got you
Nas and Cha Cha, amazing, worth respect, I trust you mama
Repeat 1 (3x)
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4. _ New Millennium (What Cha Wanna Do)
It's Cha Cha, Noontime
Shekspere, Nine-nine
What cha want to, what cha want to
What cha want to do
What cha want to yeah
What cha want to, what cha want to
What cha want to do
It's Cha Cha the Tuskadero the one they call most
I'm high post
So what I'm gonna sweat a broad for
Don't why'all know?
We ain't finished till it's almost
You gotta deal with a broad that ain't even 5'4?My live goal is to send three or four in the Tahoe
To your door, visit courtesy of Tuskadero
Now where they going, from Detroit, yeah the capital
Which made us national, seven miles with haters after you
They sure to catch you
The vendettas, trend setters, and Benz getters
With big cheddar fellas, pay bills and just met us
The big set up, the big let up inside their leathers
Tical fellas spray for the baby
If she tell ?m, blast half your middle or half your nickel
On command in general, imagine me on my menstrual
And these broads ain't exempt, they get it good as him
Probably worse if the baby have to reach down in her purse
1 ?Yo what cha want to do?
want to ride with, want to roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo what cha, what cha want to do?
What cha want to do?
want to ride with, want to roll with the crew, get live with the crew?
In 99, it's time to shine with the crew
Yo what cha, what cha want to do?
Why every time I leave the driveway why'all playas get sick
Is it cause I'm 18 with this four point six?
Come on why'all, why'all gotta admit I'm looking good in my whip
Couple carats in the air, twenty-seven on the wrist, you pissed
And I can tell by the way that you wav
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5. _ I Need You (Cha, Cha, Cha) [Cha-Cha-Cha]
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6. _ It's Like That
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7. _ That Broad
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8. _ What Cha Wanna Do [New Millenium][Mix]
[JD]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Noontime and So So Def
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
See it don't stop
Y'all don't stop, yo
[Cha Cha](JD)
Yo I'm killing the flow, I'm promo crossing the globe
Got these rap chicks scared to breathe the cough on their toe
Crossing their toes damn near fart through their nose
Buckin' that whoa, I hope they put her project on hold
Few seconds ago, seems like I had your blessings to flow
Now I'm next and you're nervous and hexing me mo'
You make the call I can school you on becoming a broad
It ain't hard to find me y'all I'll show you how mommy ball
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[JD]
All my niggas keep getting that paper
Stand your ground let nobody take you
Look them bitches right dead in the face
And say what'cha want to do?
[Cha Cha]
All my down broads keep taking that paper
Stand your ground let nobody break you
Look them niggas right dead in the face
And say what y'all wanna do, holla
[Cha Cha]
Face to face with you, face the case with you
Visit rooms every time the state say switch you
To state the truth, probably a thing I wouldn't do
Except blaze with you and get your face tattooed
Mistake you fool I wish I would chase that dude
Wait for dude and let alone lace that dude
See too many checks get to many banks
You're on my neck, you're just a guess
I'm too in effect, I'm doing my best
Two on my right, two on my left
Who under stress?
You got me in the Lex doing the preps
See these checks is peever
Cha spitting the fever
Don't smoke so imagine if I was hitting the refer
See mamacita, miss senorita
Spend your visa till you give your keys up
Have you higher than chocha
And niggas that know Cha know she's livin' la vida loca
[JD]
All my niggas keep getting that paper
Stand your ground let nobody take you
Look them bitches right dead in the face
And say what'cha want to do?
[Cha Cha]
All my down broads keep taking that paper
Stand your ground let nobody break you
Look them niggas right dead in the face
And say what y'all wanna do, holla
[Cha Cha]
So hectic, dealing with broads least expected
Accepted, I'mma problem too late for correction
Exceptions, none given, you just need direction
Either exit or take a few keen suggestions
This year I hope you know I'mma keep me dough
Cha Cha and Chi Chi, yo the remix ho
Seasoned flow, trying to get this cheese to marvelous
So umph get off me, uh get off me
Its small change is what these broads should be costing me
They all small time chicks that I'm straining to see
Angry with me, don't get mad your man came up to me
It's ain't my fault he holler at everybody famous he see
Blame it on me, because I want the goodies with gems, no hoodies
And ten Timbs, and grain wood in the Benz
Too many friends, niggas be assuming we friends
If I fool with you daddy, I be dead before I do it again
[JD]
All my niggas keep getting that paper
Stand your ground let nobody take you
Look them bitches right dead in the face
And say what'cha want to do?
[Cha Cha]
All my down broads keep taking that paper
Stand your ground let nobody break you
Look them niggas right dead in the face
And say what y'all wanna do
[JD]
All my niggas keep getting that paper
Stand your ground let nobody take you
Look them bitches right dead in the face
And say what'cha want to do?
[Cha Cha]
All my down broads keep taking that paper
Stand your ground let nobody break you
Look them niggas right dead in the face
And say what y'all wanna do
[JD]
All my niggas keep getting that paper
Stand your ground let nobody take you
Look them bitches right dead in the face
And say what'cha want to do?
[Cha Cha](JD)
All my down broads keep taking that paper
Stand your ground let nobody break you
Look them niggas right dead in the face
And say what y'all wanna do, holla, holla, holla, holla
(What'cha wanna do?) Holla
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9. _ Dear Diary
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10. _ Here We Go Again
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 want to 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 see-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
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11. _ Dear Diary (Interlude)
And welcome back from that commercial break
Um I found out some please ladies and gentlemen
Hold your applause please can you hold your applause
I found out something very interesting
The mad producer, he's not really that mad
Uh he well Mr. Producer can you please tell us
Why you're not really that mad?
Eh eh eh yo would I be tellin you shit though?
You can't be you know what I'm sayin
Eh eh eh Yo word up TV you know what I'm sayin what's up for real
Gentlemen please
Yo I gotta tell you something for real
What up? What up?
The niggaz got chedda dog and I did a track on Mase's album
And I ain't gonna lie
Naw naw you can't be talkin like that for real
The niggaz don't you know what I'm say they be raisin..
Naw son naw
I'm sorry dog for real yo but
Man dog!
That kid Mase be doin his thing yo
What you mean he be doin his thing
I know they be doin their..what
What I don't be doin my thing
Millie Vanilli did they thing
New Kid's on the Block, RuPaul
all them bitches and everybody else did they thing
And you ain't do no tracks on them
what happened to my track? You give 'em my shit?
You gave 'em my shit?
You gave em send 'em to the fuckin' projects
you give how could you do that I'm the jolliest nigga you know son
How could you do that to me son? Damn!!
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12. _ Busted (Interlude)
And welcome back from that commercial break
Um I found out some please ladies and gentlemen
Hold your applause please can you hold your applause
I found out something very interesting
The mad producer, he's not really that mad
Uh he well Mr. Producer can you please tell us
Why you're not really that mad?
Eh eh eh yo would I be tellin you shit though?
You can't be you know what I'm sayin
Eh eh eh Yo word up TV you know what I'm sayin what's up for real
Gentlemen please
Yo I gotta tell you something for real
What up? What up?
The niggaz got chedda dog and I did a track on Mase's album
And I ain't gonna lie
Naw naw you can't be talkin like that for real
The niggaz don't you know what I'm say they be raisin..
Naw son naw
I'm sorry dog for real yo but
Man dog!
That kid Mase be doin his thing yo
What you mean he be doin his thing
I know they be doin their..what
What I don't be doin my thing
Millie Vanilli did they thing
New Kid's on the Block, RuPaul
all them bitches and everybody else did they thing
And you ain't do no tracks on them
what happened to my track? You give 'em my shit?
You gave 'em my shit?
You gave em send 'em to the fuckin' projects
you give how could you do that I'm the jolliest nigga you know son
How could you do that to me son? Damn!!
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13. _ Ride Out
Haters approach but they DOA'd
Try next week we ain't with it today
It ain't my fault you got no money
You need to go get you some, won't make me none
I hit hard like a slam drum
Slum and slang with a ton of games
Wreck my brain, my patience wearing in
Fake friends trying to blend in
It tend to get on my nerves
My circles get 'sturbed
Split a check firt a real man Chula furs
Try to make it home but he struck on third
Me fall off? No sir
Had did it once before, but I call it whiplash
Snap back quick when It comes to cash
That's when them niggas start watching ya ass
But I make 'em dizzy you like who is it
Chorus:2xs
[Jim Crow]
The backstabbers keep an eye out
You better watch out, before they find out
Where you hide out, deep down south
Shorty ride out, before ya time out
[Cha Cha]
How many niggas you know down and crazy
Down to lie for the baby, in a ride like y'all
To many ladies is jealous of the Mercedes
And how close we are lately, that's why I don't like broads
Either you chickens like all in the business
Asking y'all who did it, them inquiring type broads
Intimidated cause I could be the misses
But I'm like a little sister and I'm tired of liking y'all
I only ride shot gun cause it's rightful
Make her hope in the back just to be fightful
Just because I know it's tight when my eyes closed
Just as soon as these niggas drop me off she gone be out though
Both times I co-signed the whole nine
Proved to be ya third eye when you go blind
Know I'm, Miss Cha Cha sadiddy
Off the top and many, pop them any
And the Crow out to get him
Chorus:
What's it's gone be is you and me
We in the middle of the streets, it's midnight
You got a problem wit me my nigga, then get right
But sit tight, hold on I got shit up on my mind
And every time I rhyme I represent niggas that grind
And I find that these gold digging hoes, they out to get a nigga
Fuck up my foes and enemies, I'm bout to hit a nigga
Let a nigga mettle wit not cheddar, will I kill a nigga?
Just because he jealous of the fellas got him drinking liquor
Thinking that a nigga is slipping, but I ain't shorty
Damn what you keep money for?
In the bank shorty, (Wanna get some)
Well I can't doubt it, might as well forget about it
Lot of folk talk I'm talking shit about him
Jack move, get up out it
When we pull the ball out to test, so bitch I been bout it
Mama said attend college
Make it big, my friends doubt it
In 5 years I'm gone buy myself about 10 houses
Get chin from 10 shorties at the same time
Jump in my whip, hit the strip then shine
Cha Cha, Jim Crow, Noontime
Oww, I'm so fresh like a shoe shine
I ain't lying
Chorus:
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14. _ Sunglasses
[Cha Cha]
Yo, yo, yo
[D-Dot]
Yeah, uh
Another D-Dot joint, Cha Cha
[Cha Cha]
Cha Cha, Cha Cha
1 - I wear my sunglasses at night
So I can, so I can
Keep track of visions in my eyes
Repeat 1
Yo pretty feisty ain't she, eighteen she can't be
Heard he was some broad getting over then that ain't me
Cause I'm that broad that their broads tell more broads about
And on their mouths is the mouths my name won't stay out
Big benjamining in the slimming
And see me, I keeps in it
Chrome spinning window tinted
I can see me all up in it
It's only summer I have him moving out before fall
How the misses gon' let the mistress steal dough from y'all?
Have him taking me to the places he don't go with y'all
Be the one he sneak and call when he out with y'all
Come on y'all gotta admit it's kind of good to be young
Got his whip, got him whipped, and she don't know what's going on
Yeah I ran that bank account, spent everything in it
Took the credit cards, pushed the Visa to the limit
She be so nieve too the things you believe boo
If I was you I'd be rocking these sunglasses too, come on
Repeat 1
I see this industry gon' love me or hate me
But y'all aren't fans, ain't gonna make me or break me
It takes you a year to get a hit I can't relate see
Cause what you doing in minutes, seconds it takes me
Ain't got no choice so take your verbal spanking like a troop
We're all actors and I'm whooping your whole cast and crew
I make this vow if it's the last thing a sister do
To rip this mic until I'm out of breath or black or blue
This is going out to all your rappers who be acting new
Give me my props or I'mma take them like a rapist do
And why you females hatin' me cause I ain't hatin' you?
I'll take your man for a second but I'll give him back to you
Ain't trying to keep him every state have a him and you
If you were in these sneaker shoes you would do it too
So understand y'all just got picked out of the chosen few
But he gon' always gonna think of me when he holding you
What'cha want to do? Come on
Repeat 1
I make 'em come up out the cuffs quick to touch this Miss Luscious
Make you see how much you miss from the broad you fuss with
Ask a friend if you don't know-oh, vanilla slash cocoa
I be dipping your five to the uh-oh
Messing with that Sebring chick, touch knee deep quick
And if need be switched cause the team is getting thick
I keeps all I leave with ain't nothing strategic
Broads see chick want to be chick
Without cause, sea sick
So if you really just going there buying a Benz
Moving that kind of weight, getting them kind of ends
Count me in, you really trying to ball and spin
In front all you men, I rock these shades for all you men
Repeat 1 till end
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15. _ He Likes
[Cha Cha]
Uh, uh, yeah, uh, yeah, uh, yo
Where the payback?
Throw the clothes on the counter
Like pay for that
I know these broads hate me now
That's cause you okay with that
Them payments, kind of late with that
Baby boy straighten out
Baby girl stay getting backs
Car note you can't wait for that
No strings attached, we don't match
See you like a loyal cat
Cha Cha like a spoiled brat
Bounce your checks like an acrobat
Then after that, take half of that
Still not gonna be tapping that
I'll sell my life, gonna sell my half
Something that I'm just laughing at
Daddy taught me that, they talk game
Talk it back, love you and hope for that
Last brother taught me that
Shady you can buck me down
Not compatible to my zodiac
Da grip, naw don't show me that
From da Z where we plenty that, plenty that
1 - [Jagged Edge]
Said what he likes
That's what she likes
Get the cash, get the dough
And we stay tight
Gotta stay down for baby
I'm telling you now baby
Said that I want
Tell what you want
Get the cash, get the dough
Baby don't front
I'm telling you now he likes what she likes
2 - [Cha Cha]
Zipping through lab tops
Women in ta-tas
Linen in drop tops
Listening to Cha Cha
3 - [Jagged Edge]
She likes clothes and bankrolls
That's how the game goes
Chips to Montigo, feeling everything yo
[Jagged Edge]
I like a mommy who get rowdy with a body so sweet
Make a nigga drop right down to his knees
Plus she's staying laced and she's so fly
Make a nigga tell a woman bye-bye
I like the way she get down with me
I like the way she keep it cock when she hit the street
I like what she likes and he likes
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
Repeat 3
[Cha Cha]
Yo, yo he likes a hottie with teeter-totters and body
Chocolate ta-teys, bank grande and Jake say I excel like Hyundai
In a hundred and one ways, Monday through Sundays
Living bigger than Pun days, my fun only begun days
From ways of Cali to the sun rays in Maui
Or a one way to an alley or a mind over Howie
Had his angel at a dead-end
Leaving Hawaiian, papayan and Mr. Hiti Patitti
For America's sweetie, politicking to get some chickens
Lead the chicklings
Always thinking get cream
I don't like it neither if it don't bling, bling
See he on a mission and I know what he likes
Petite waist, cute face, and I'm just as tight
Went from swallows to bottles with a real super model
Somebody told them the time and it wasn't Miss Movado
So where the dough, huh?
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
Repeat 3
Repeat 2
Repeat 3
[Cha Cha]
What she likes, he likes
What she likes, he likes
What she likes, he likes
What she likes, he likes
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16. _ Set It Off
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17. _ Intro
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18. _ Wheredapaperat?
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