C-Walkin Cha Cha Cha Songtext / Lyric

[Kurupt]
In a matter of time, pullin out my pistols and bombs
Diggy gettin wiggy wet out of our minds (hey!)
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

[Daz]
I'ma crack the 'bow, snatch all the money and coke
I'm goin for broke pistols, poppin off from the doe
I'm launchin 'em all, pistols in the swarm of the war
Storm by everybody on the motherfuckin floor
In five seconds, 'bout to leave, five reasons why
High on sky, 'bout to blast everythin inside

[Chorus]
I think I'm good at the (?), C-Walkin cha cha cha
To the bang bang boogie, ha ha! (ha ha ha!)
[Chorus]

[Kurupt]
Nigga we smokin on some bon-bon's, rollin wit my lights off
Not givin a fuck nigga, Daz and Kurupt nigga
Pistols in my right hand, just incase the war's on (yeah!)
Over 'til the war's on, (?) coke's and krunk

[Daz](Kurupt)
What you forgot about the jets, the catch, the t-shirt's
The glock's that don't spots, the curb, the herb
Swangin, gang-bangin, O.G.'s, double fo's, six fo's
Bitches and hoes, methodone, head up, scrable
Rap 'bout how, what heaters gonna heat up the sky
I'm about to drop the bomb, nigga load the clip
(The motherfuckin G's back in the bietch)

[Chorus] - 4X