New Millennium Lyrics

It's Cha Cha, NoontimeShekspere, Nine-nineWhat cha wanna, what cha wannaWhat cha wanna doWhat cha wanna yeahWhat cha wanna, what cha wannaWhat cha wanna doIt's Cha Cha the Tuskadero the one they call mostI'm high postSo what I'm gonna sweat a broad forDon't y'all know?We ain't finished till it's almostYou gotta deal with a broad that ain't even 5'4"My live goal is to send three or four in the TahoeTo your door, visit courtesy of TuskaderoNow where they going, from Detroit, yeah the capitalWhich made us national, seven miles with haters after youThey sure to catch youThe vendettas, trend setters, and Benz gettersWith big cheddar fellas, pay bills and just met usThe big set up, the big let up inside their leathersTical fellas spray for the babyIf she tell 'em, blast half your middle or half your nickelOn command in general, imagine me on my menstrualAnd these broads ain't exempt, they get it good as himProbably worse if the baby have to reach down in her purse1 - Yo what cha wanna do?Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?In 99, it's time to shine with the crewYo what cha, what cha wanna do?What cha wanna do?Wanna ride with, wanna roll with the crew, get live with the crew?In 99, it's time to shine with the crewYo what cha, what cha wanna do?Why every time I leave the driveway y'all playas get sickIs it cause I'm 18 with this four point six?Come on y'all, y'all gotta admit I'm looking good in my whipCouple carats in the air, twenty-seven on the wrist, you pissedAnd I can tell by the way that you waveTell your peeps yeah she's cool but gots some funny acting waysThat some paper stacking stage that our minds all craveAnd 'out it, we ain't got it, we gonna get it alwaysRepeat 1Watch these feared one's glare throughFront how dare you?Catch you backstage and wreck your twenty dollar hair-doYeah you ostrich, raising like you want shitI'll break all these nails and just came from getting doneYou ain't a broadTurn around and face oneYou'll be surprised who they hot ones and make onesThat's why they think I'm so hard to meetWhen fact is they to intimidated to speakOr maybe it is the physiqueSize, zero petiteAnd this is way before I hit the charts and the streetsWho's she?Tuskadero, trump tight with all acesAngels with dirty faces, leave you in thirty pacesFrom heavy rotation to every rotationThe number one in the nation, especially on your stationThey say it's over, and 99 they can't stop itAnd if it's true remember I'm the last one that rocked itRepeat 1 (2x)What would you, would you, would you?And if you could, could you what?Would you, would you, would you?And if you could, could you what?Would you, would you, would you?And if you could, could you what?Would you, would you, would you?And if you could would you?What cha wanna, what cha wannaWhat cha wanna do?What cha wanna, what cha wannaWhat cha wanna do?Repeat 1New millennium, Cha ChaYeah, trump tight, yeah, NoontimeSlick I see ya, what? what? what? what?Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uhYo what cha wanna do?Yo what cha wanna, what cha wanna, what cha wanna do?