MINNI-HA-CHA WRITERS HANK WILLIAMS, FRED ROSE, BETTIE WESTERGARD, TOMMY COLLINS Minni-ha-cha was the name of the maid That was old Kawliga's gal The
Echa pa'lante! I know you're a little shy, boy I can see it in your eyes You're trying to play it cool But I see right through your disguise You're
cha gonna do, what cha gonna do) What cha gonna do, what cha gonna do What cha gonna do What cha gonna do, what cha gonna do What cha gonna do What cha
me, yeah What'cha got to lose What'cha, what'cha, what'cha, got to lose What'cha got to lose What'cha got to lose What'cha, what'cha, what'cha, got to
It's alright to like or want a material item But when you fall in love with it And you start scheming and carryin' on for it Just remember, it's gonna get'cha
cause I ain't mad at cha (Hmm, I ain't mad at cha) [Chorus: Danny Boy] I ain't, mad, at cha [2Pac:] (I ain't mad at cha) I ain't, mad, at cha [Verse
hair so come on and stay with me all night (chorus) i wanna rock wit'cha baby all night long i wanna roll wit'cha lady feeling so srong i wanna rock wit'cha
the trunks of cars of the upper esilonge Blunts and guns roll like M1s tasers Smoke weed all the way to the bank Nigga what the fuck you think [Chorus] What cha
we got cha opin!!! Hook: Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid Don't front, you know we got cha opin kid
niggas wanna battle? Let's cha cha cha cha cha Eh, what ya'll wanna do? Let's cha cha cha cha cha Cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha cha Get the royal
the fist Don't cha, don't cha get mad when I swerve an' I twist Ridin', ridin' down yo' block, I got my charm out the window Don't cha get mad when
I knew you niggaz would be back See, see, you need to fuck with me you know I mean? Yeah, you need to holla at your boy, man Stop fuckin' with them punk
to catch ya but now I gotta wet'cha Chorus: Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) Now I gotta wet'cha (wet'cha) I'm comin ta get'cha (get'cha) You better hope
dollar bitches to stab Sets up nice on boom, bam ab, makes me laugh sometimes Fine bitches and money makes me do the cha-cha, ooh, la, la 'Cross the
I never Met'cha 'Cos I'm gonna wet'cha Now I gotta wet'cha (Wet'cha) Now I gotta wet'cha (Wet'cha) I'm comin' ta get'cha (Get'cha) You better hope I
Oh baby, please come home Won'tcha come home I'm sick and I'm all alone Won'tcha come home Oh, I love and miss you so Won'tcha come home How much you'
what'cha say love, tell me what'cha sayin) [Chorus: Bizzy Bone] Only him to come to us, come to us Tell me what'cha sayin love, tell me what'cha sayin
"Don't go out at night. That's when they all come out! That's when they'll get you. Hey look out! On the right! He doesn't look like you? Call us,