C-Walkin Cha Cha Cha

In a matter of time, pullin' out my pistols and bombs
Me and Diggy gettin' wiggy wet out of our minds
In a couple of days, switch it up a couple of ways
In a matter of time, findin' out so this world could be mineI'ma crack the bolt, snatch all the money and coke
I'm goin' for broke pistols, poppin' off from the doe
I'm launchin' 'em all, missiles in the swarm of the war
Storm, now everybody on the motherfuckin' floor
In five seconds, 'bout to leave, five reasons why
High on sky, 'bout to blast everythin' insideI think, I'm good at the alabara
C-Walkin' cha cha cha
To the bang bang boogie dahaI think, I'm good at the alabara
C-Walkin' cha cha cha
To the bang bang boogie dahaNigga, we smokin' on some bomb, bomb, rollin' wit my lights off
Not givin' a fuck nigga, Daz and Kurupt nigga
Pistols in my right palm, just in case the war's on, yeah
Over through the war zone with calicos and the chromeWhat you forgot about the chucks, the khaks, the T-shirts
The glocks, the dope spots, the curb, the herb
Swangin', gang-bangin, O G's, double fo's, six fo's
Bitches and hoes, methodone, head up, scrambleRidin' by high wit the heaters bout to heat the sky
I'm about to drop the bomb, nigga load the clip
The motherfuckin' G's back up in this bitchI think, I'm good at the alabara
C-Walkin' cha cha cha
To the bang bang boogie dahaI think, I'm good at the alamara
C-Walkin' cha cha cha
To the bang bang boogie hahaI think, I'm good at the alabara
C-Walkin' cha cha cha
To the bang bang boogie dahaI think, I'm good at the alamara
C-Walkin' cha cha cha
To the bang bang boogie haha