C-walkin Cha Cha Cha Lyrics - Tha Dogg Pound

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 mine 

I'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' inside 

I think, I'm good at the alabara 

C-Walkin' cha cha cha 

To the bang bang boogie daha 

I think, I'm good at the alabara 

C-Walkin' cha cha cha 

To the bang bang boogie daha 

Nigga, 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 chrome 

What 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, scramble 

Ridin' 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 bitch 

I think, I'm good at the alabara 

C-Walkin' cha cha cha 

To the bang bang boogie daha 

I think, I'm good at the alamara 

C-Walkin' cha cha cha 

To the bang bang boogie haha 

I think, I'm good at the alabara 

C-Walkin' cha cha cha 

To the bang bang boogie daha 

I think, I'm good at the alamara 

C-Walkin' cha cha cha 

To the bang bang boogie haha