Muchachacha Lyrics

Muchachacha lyrics

featuring Willie Stubz, Swinger

[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*