From the recording Not A Drill
One of the early tracks I made at my longtime engineer and primary producer Gekko's New Gotham Studio. After finishing some songs I can't even remember, Gek played this instrumental. I kept saying "slide like cha cha" and I was doing a little dance all around the studio. I got in and freestyled flows and melodies without many real words. IYKYK but basically the sounds of the cadance and punch lines you hear throughout the song. This is known as a reference, which I listen to over and over again to fill in the sounds with words. Once I get the words for the first line or two, I go back in the booth and go bananas. If you don't believe me cop some merch and a couple more copies of this album to help me pay the astronomical fee required to recover the footage on my fucking dumb ass hardrive that happened to break right around album submission time. But that's a story for another day. Any ways, this song was just laughs and giggles in the studio with two friends looking to cure boredom and ambition with having fun while they work.
Lyrics
1 2 1 2 baby just slide like Cha Cha
Getting late I ain’t leaving here with nada
Put your number right here in my phone
Call you later might let you see my home
Might let you see the crib
Baby don’t do me wrong
Like how you move your hips
Get right to your favorite song
Tats on your neck and ribs
Know you like living on edge
So baby lets fuck
Baby lets fuck in the whip
Wet drenched its hot in this V I ain’t pressed
Feel like that nigga I’m him
I say that shit with my chest
Roll me a spliff and I’m set
Walk in a room and they threatened
So baby just always be there
This shit could get deeper than sexing
It can get deep turn to love
But I’m not the type to be loving
Rarely the type to be trusting
So don’t let me feel like I’m buggin
Girl if you loyal its up
Treat you good eat off the punchins
Roses at work by the dozens
On balconies fuck out the country
Hoes on my line but I might cut them off
Who am I kidding I’m keeping me one
You got me fiending I’m ready for war
We can just dip and get right in the lot
Told you I’m him give me chance let me show it
Good with my words baby girl I’m a poet
Toasting up glasses we sipping on Moet
Just make sure we ending the night in the morning
1 2 1 2 baby just slide like Cha Cha
Getting late I ain’t leaving here with nada
Put your number right here in my phone
Call you later might let you see my home
Might let you see the crib
Baby don’t do me wrong
Like how you move your hips
Get right to your favorite song
Tats on your neck and ribs
Know you like living on edge
So baby lets fuck
Baby lets fuck in the whip