Muchachacha Lyrics

Muchachacha lyrics

[willie stubz]

 Can i hit that?

 It's willie stubz and beatnuts, beatnuts and willie stubz

 What up, real pimp niggas on the cut, what up

 Uh huh, let's blaze it

 Yo check it out yo

 I hit the world unexpected like a meteor shower

 Twist l's, hennesey sour, pass on the powder

 Make an entrance like a vigilante wit a vengence

 Fight for independence, like my descendants

 Write a whole chapter, compressed in one sentence

 I blast in an instance, america's most makin a toast

 Fine women playin us close

 Underground to the street level

 Money and jewels we embezzle

 Never play the fool for the devil

 The temptation is there to hug you like a grizzly bear

 Fuckin wit the wild life, beware

 Willie stubz the underboss and i move wit force

 When po-po take a loss i have no remorse

 You know the deal, only blazin shit that could feel

 Beatnuts be movin the crowd like blue steel

 Cho-cha-cha, that's the three course meal

 

 "cha cha cha, forward back

 Cha cha cha cha, back forward"

 

 [swinger]

 Yo i pop up like sicles

 When you ain't on point like hard nipples

 I flow, y'all clowns merely trickle

 Like hot sweat down a fat bitch ass cheek

 I'm so nice that i'm not, call me nasty

 I bite my toenails and spit em at wack niggas

 I used to sell crack, now i'm gettin rap figgas

 Too hype to be unsigned, so i unwind, puffin on vines, baby and nines

 Till the spotlight is mine, pullin up in the lex truck

 Wit four chrome rims, ha for the best buck

 Three tv's and twelve-changer cd's

 Bumpin everything from beatnuts to the bee gee's

 Ain't nuttin funny like missy wit her hee-hee's

 Mc's get popped but not wit no bibi's

 Swing calhoun and styles like sassoon

 Vidal, fuck a trial give me hundreds for miles

 

 "cha cha cha, forward back

 Cha cha cha cha, ?put it on me?"

 

 [psycho les]

 You don't know the half so

 Sit down fatso, watch me blast boats like gas blows

 Outta assholes, i'm on a roll

 So butter me, bitches wanna mother me

 Take they bras off and smother me

 Irkin me, for an appointment

 Cuz they love jerkin me off the ointment

 It's pyscho, the new pimp, the new pimp

 Dead all the bullshit, get wit this new hit

 As i hit the bong so, stay puff like sean combs

 Bang heads like bongos, you get the *gong sound* like the gong show

 Catch you comin out the tree spot

 Cripple you wit a knee drop

 Now you struttin real cute like a peacock

 Personal injuries when faces run into these

 Y'all niggas need more treats, fuck them keyboard beats

 Hip hop hippy, jump in my whippy

 Light up the clippy and let the vibes hit me, c'mon

 

 "cha cha cha, forward back

 Cha cha cha cha, back forward"

 

 [ju ju]

 Yo i used to spit outta anger, now i just spit out a banger

 Flip and pull your lungs out wit a hanger

 I'm not a trouble-making nigga, but i handle my beef

 You on some eric b. shit like "what happened to peace?"

 Got no problem wit smashin teeth, fuckin your wife

 Robbin you nigga, kidnappin your niece

 Bless your cheek wit a permanent crease

 I'm a problem you don't need

 Y'all probably go run for police

 Y'all could sell all the drugs in the world

 Hang wit all the thugs in the world

 Won't be the first hole that i dug in the world

 Taste dick when you kissin your girl?

 Well you should cuz she swallow more nut than a squirrel nigga

 

 "cha cha cha, forward back

 Cha cha cha cha, back forward

 Cha cha cha, forward back

 Cha cha cha cha, back foward"

 

 *swinger talking shit to the end*