karaoke
Yeah!!!
Yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yiggy yiggy (What!!!)
Yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yiggy
Check this out right! It's Lil Jon and the motherfuckin Eastside Boyz (What!!!)
The Kings Of Crunk (What!!!) back at you with some new shit (Yeah!)
Now just cause we 'gon platinum and shit (What!!!)
Don't mean we 'gon change nigga (What!!!)
We the motherfuckin Kings Of Crunk! (Yeah!)
And we 'gon always get this motherfucker crunk
(*Down South, Bomb a Drop!!! Come on!!!)
Let me talk about some niggaz
Gangstas get busy throw it up and rep yuh city city
Elephant and Eastside Boyz up in the plizzy plizzy
Likkle Jon mek dem dance and keepinn it jiggy jiggy
Hennessy and Crunk Juice mek dem head dizzy dizzy
Fuck nigga what's up hell naw you ain't 'gon buck
All that shittin out ya mouth 'gon get ya wet up
Fuck nigga what's up hell naw you ain't 'gon buck
All that shittin out ya mouth 'gon get ya wet up
You done came in the club with your motherfuckin click
We don't give a fuck hoe, y'all pussy like bitch
You done came in the club with your motherfuckin click
We don't give a fuck hoe, y'all pussy like bitch
It's them Eastside niggaz and they deep in this bitch
And they step to every nigga that be talkin that shit
It's them Westside niggaz and they deep in this bitch
And they step to every nigga that be talkin that shit
It's them Northside niggaz and they deep in this bitch
And they step to every nigga that be talkin that shit
It's them Southside niggaz and they deep in this bitch
And they step to every nigga that be talkin that shit
If you fall up in the club and them niggaz wanna mug
When you step up in they face what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
If you fall up in the club and them hoes start actin up
When you step up in they face what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!) (
Yuh see mi?)
Sit yuh fuckin ass down before yuh get shot down
Shut yuh mouth now bitch before yuh get slapped down
Lady Saw and Likkle Jon have di place locked down
If yuh nuh like how we do it then back di fuck down
Yuh need to bite yuh lips, stop talkin shit
All yuh bitches out there caan do it like this
Our styles our hips and all yuh hypocrites
Shut di fuck up before yuh feel we case switch
Tell me what are you gonna do? (Weh yuh a go do?! Huh!!!!)
When Lil Jon and the crew come through (I don't know! I don't know!)
I would run the fuck home if I were you (I would get my ass home right now)
Stop tryin to walk a mile or two in our shoes (Yo mek mi tell yuh this now!!!)
Now mek mi send fi mi bwoys dem shoot up di car
Send fi di shottas then tell dem a war
All yuh fools should know who we are
Neva yuh disrespect no star
Crazy!!! Yuh know we hype!!!
We are facety sometimes nice
We aren't no babies so all you guys
Please shut yuh mouth and stop all di lies (Fools!!!)
Mi ready ready ready mad mi sick mi head gone
Mi ready ready ATL, Elephant Man ready!!!
If you fall up in the club and them niggaz wanna mug
When you step up in they face what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
If you fall up in the club and them hoes start actin up
When you step up in they face what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)
A ready! What yuh ice grillin mi for? (Dem a club badbwoy!)
Step to we yuh get destroyed (Dem a club badbwoy!)
Knock yuh out like we do Roy (Dem a club badbwoy!)
Dem a club bad who? Club badbwoy!
Lil Jon run di city (That's what's up!)
Disappear when yuh see we (That's what's up!)
Jamaicans nah nuh pity (That's what's who!)
That's what's up! (A weddy!!!!)
We nuh care who yuh pray to could a holla could a Buddha
When mi shotta come try stand up like Luda
See if yuh nuh get end up out di ruga (RAH!!!!)
Push di nozzle in yuh mouth mek yuh suck on it like a soda
Yuh coulda, bawl fi yuh muma well if a Aruba
Jon squeeze di ruga try stop it wid yuh ooba cahooba
Shot inna di ATL mek him head land ova Cuba
Lil Jon mad, nah nuh head, why yuh spreadin ruma?
Yuh story dem nuh logic cau yuh only a assuma
(Kill yuh gooba) Yuh nuh hear seh dat we get we gun diploma
Shot will mek yuh big head fly wey like witch deh pon a brooma
Sound from mi gun buss and a give yuh brain tooma
Fire from di nozzle just a bun yuh like a fooma
Stack who nuh site yuh dead and dog a draw wey yuh Puma
Fiber glass glock dat a mek out a Aluma
Get mi cross Likkle Jon, yeah!
Gangstas get busy throw it up and rep yuh city city
Elephant and Eastside Boyz up in the plizzy plizzy
Likkle Jon mek dem dance and keepinn it jiggy jiggy
Hennessy and Crunk Juice mek dem head dizzy dizzy
Hey! (Come on!) Hey! Hey! Yeah! Hey! (Scoobay! Away!)
It's the motherfuckin remix! Yeah! (Clear!) It's the motherfuckin remix!
Throw it up Mother fucker throw it up
If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club
Back up bitch get the fuck out my way
(Aye move the fuck back bitch, Move the fuck back)
What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga
(Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga)
We to deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch
(Its more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch)
Yall niggas over there (yall niggas aint shit)
Yall hoes over there (yall hoes aint shit)
We run this (what)
The last nigga is the pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know: I don't play no mother fucking games
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hangin out the winda
Ready to bust the head :.of a fucking pretender
Nigga as soon as I enter
You know im making noise
Pastor Troy and the Eastside Boyz
AK bustin I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
Fuck him, Fuck her
Im representing
Put some more Yak in my mug
So I can throw it up
Ok ok hold the fuck up hold the fuck up
I'm looking round this bitch
I see a lot of niggas aint throwin up shit (What)
Ya'll niggas must be scared to represent yo shit (You scared)
You must be scared nigga (Scared)
Fuck that shit
All my real niggas that proud of they hood
All my real ladies that's proud of they hood
And they aint never been scared
Say this shit
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
I aint scared mother fucker
Im gon represent where Im from
In the back of the club my tommy gun
Though when I chill
Fuckin burn one
Leave up out the club it's me little Jon
Ballin in the Benzes
Switchin up lanes
Talkin much shit cause we deep in the game cocaine
All white fuckin S fucking six
Young ass niggas I guess we filthy rich
My whole click ready to bust some heads
Imma throw it up bitch and I aint scared
Pastor Troy mother fucker
You know the routine
Represent for the home team
Yeah!
Right about now (whats up)
It's time for the real nigga role call
Now when you hear your city or state being called
You put your motherfuckin' middle finger up in this bitch
ATL, St. Louis, Alabahma, Chicago, The Carolina's, Nep Town,
DC, The Bay Area, VA, Miami, New York niggas, texas, You know!
Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit my niggas ho!
Mothafuck that nigga!
Mothafuck that bitch!
Ya'll bitches!
Come on flexin' ass flauntin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some real ass treal ass niggas!
Your niggas!
Be some ho ass pussy ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some head-bustin' gangsta ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some runnin' and scared ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some Roy Jone beat ya ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some cake and handcuffin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some "Send them hoes out!" ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some tricking "Don't pay them hoes!" ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some Don Juan piumpin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some 22 havin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some chopper street sweepin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Them ol' half ounce sellin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some dirty bird movin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some kissin' security ass ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Fuck them hoes and let 'em know ass niggas!
See I'ma mean nigga
Youse afraid nigga
Ol' pretend nigga
Smile and grin nigga
I hate a false niggas
Diana Ross nigga
So if ya lost nigga
Meet tha boss nigga
He's a super nigga
Grin and groupa nigga
Act stupid nigga
I'll fuckin' nuke tha nigga
Cuz youse a happy nigga
And ima nappy nigga
Fuckin' scrappy nigga
Meet ya pappy nigga
Its ice cube nigga
And lil jon nigga
So if ya drunk nigga
Keep it crunk nigga
Til' you punk nigga
Feel tha bump nigga
Get yo testifying ass in tha trunk nigga
You wanna tell nigga
I'll dump a shell nigga
Send a frail nigga
Str8 ta hell nigga
Thats ya shelter nigga
Help-a-skelta nigga
And when I belt a nigga
They'll know nigga!
Yeah!
I see you and your lil click up in tha club nigga
I see ya'll niggas over there talkin' that shit
But you know what nigga
Bitch niggas get dealt wit motherfuckin' real quick!
Here we come boy
Real niggas shoot ta kill betta run boy
Or you can tell me how I feel as a
Real nigga
Which nigga
Go get a bitch nigga
No better
Hoes better do what I say
Cuz I'm insane in tha brain
Bitch I got rip chains in my veins
Real niggas never change
We just let it bang
Roll thru tha gutter lane
Daddy said let 'em hang
And cut 'em like its butter mayne
Skeet skeet skeet
Naw thats tha other mayne
Cuz my skeet never leave
Gotta struggle mayne
TNA ain't workin' niggas DNA
That crazy bitch'll have ya ass off E&J;
Fake niggas got these real bitches bein' gay
Til my peoples come around its like night and day
Now she wanna change her god and the way she pray
Authentic niggas all know thats tha playa way
We runnin this bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't shit
We runnin this bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't shit
We in tha club gettin' crunk
You in tha club gettin' stomped
We in tha club gettin' crunk
You in tha club gettin' stomped
We in tha hood on tha block
You in tha hood gettin' shot
We in tha hood on tha block
You in tha hood gettin' shot
We quick ta show you what we bout
You quick to run ya fuckin' mouth
We quick ta show you what we bout
You quick to run ya fuckin' mouth
Real niggas from tha east
And we got a fuckin' piece
Real niggas from tha east
And we got a fuckin' piece
We against tha niggas from tha west
Puttin' holes in ya vest
We against tha niggas from tha west
Puttin' holes in ya vest
My midwest niggas hard
Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card
My midwest niggas hard
Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card
And down south we set if off
Blow ya fuckin' face off
And down south we set if off
(feat. Ice Cube)
[Lil' Jon talking:]
Yeah!
Right about now (whats up)
It's time for the real nigga roll call
Now when you hear your city or state being called
You put your motherfuckin' middle finger up in this bitch
ATL, St. Louis, Alabahma, Chicago, The Carolina's, Youngstown,
DC, The Bay Area, VA, Miami, New York niggas, texas, You know!
[Hook]
[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit my niggas ho! [x4]
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon and Ice Cube:]
Mothafuck that nigga! [x4]
Mothafuck that bitch! [x4]
[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll bitches!
Come on flexin' ass flauntin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some real ass treal ass niggas!
Your niggas!
Be some ho ass pussy ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some head-bustin' gangsta ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some runnin' and scared ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some Roy Jone beat ya ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some cake and handcuffin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some "Send them hoes out!" ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some tricking "Don't pay them hoes!" ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some Don Juan piumpin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some 22 havin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some chopper street sweepin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Them ol' half ounce sellin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some dirty bird movin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some kissin' security ass ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Fuck them hoes and let 'em know ass niggas!
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube:]
See I'ma mean nigga
Youse afraid nigga
Ol' pretend nigga
Smile and grin nigga
I hate a false niggas
Diana Ross nigga
So if ya lost nigga
Meet tha boss nigga
He's a super nigga
Grin and groupa nigga
Act stupid nigga
I'll fuckin' nuke tha nigga
Cuz youse a happy nigga
And ima nappy nigga
Fuckin' scrappy nigga
Meet ya pappy nigga
Its ice cube nigga
And lil jon nigga
So if ya drunk nigga
Keep it crunk nigga
Til' you punk nigga
Feel tha bump nigga
Get yo testifying ass in tha trunk nigga
You wanna tell nigga
I'll dump a shell nigga
Send a frail nigga
Str8 ta hell nigga
Thats ya shelter nigga
Helt-a-skelta nigga
And when I belt a nigga
Y'all help a nigga!
[Hook]
[chorus]
[Lil Jon Talking:]
Yeah!
I see you and your lil click up in tha club nigga
I see ya'll niggas over there talkin' that shit
But you know what nigga
Bitch niggas get dealt wit motherfuckin' real quick!
[Ice Cube:]
Here we come boy
Real niggas shoot ta kill betta run boy
Or you can tell me how I feel as a
Real nigga
Which nigga
Go get a bitch nigga
No better
Hoes better do what I say
Cuz I'm insane in tha brain
Bitch I got rick james in my veins
Real niggas never change
We just let it bang
Roll thru tha gutter lane
Daddy said let 'em hang
And cut 'em like its butter mayne
Skeet skeet skeet
Naw thats tha other mayne
Cuz my skeet never leak out this rubber man
TNA ain't workin' niggas DNA
That crazy bitch'll have ya ass off E&J;
Fake niggas got these real bitches bein' gay
Til my peoples come around its like night and day
Now she wanna change her god and the way she pray
Authentic niggas all know thats tha playa way
[Hook]
[chorus]
[Lil Jon:]
We runnin this bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't shit
We runnin this bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't shit
We in tha club gettin' crunk
You in tha club gettin' stomped
We in tha club gettin' crunk
You in tha club gettin' stomped
We in tha hood on tha block
You in tha hood gettin' shot
We in tha hood on tha block
You in tha hood gettin' shot
We quick ta show you what we bout
You quick to run ya fuckin' mouth
We quick ta show you what we bout
You quick to run ya fuckin' mouth
Real niggas from tha east
And we got a fuckin' piece
Real niggas from tha east
And we got a fuckin' piece
We against tha niggas from tha west
Puttin' holes in ya vest
We against tha niggas from tha west
Puttin' holes in ya vest
My midwest niggas hard
Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card
My midwest niggas hard
Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card
And down south we set if off
Blow ya fuckin' face off
And down south we set if off
Lemme give it to ya
Ta maluco?
Lemme give it to ya
Machuka
Machuka, in and out
Up and down shake that shit, round and round,
Roll those hips to the ground, do those dips, pump and pound,
Try to stick, wicked chick you love this shit, you nasty dancer on my dick,
You wanna fuck I beat it up, tear it up and leave you stuck,
I put in work, make it hurt, back it up into reverse,
Round two will leave you murked, murk your legs to the jerk
Machuka
Machuka, in and out
Kama sutra, I beat it up machuka,
And when I cum, I skeet it on the bunda
Don't tell your girl, cause yes I will seduce her
I'll turn her out, and send her right back to ya
In the bed, catuca, in the club, catuca, everywhere, catuca, told my girl, catuca
Machuka
Machuka, in and out
Assim, assim, me pega com jeitinho... assim, assim, me pega com carinho... assim, assim, ai, ai, ai
Agora vai... eu vou te aquecer, pode crer, vai sentir prazer, só eu e voçe, vem bebe, mexe pra mim ver, vem me faz passar mal, demorou esse vucu-vucu, voce já ta doida a muito tempo e eu tou maluco, vocé me faz passar mal, demorou esse vucu-vucu, voce já ta doida a muito tempo e eu tou maluco, eu tou maluco, eu tou maluco, eu tou maluco, eu tou maluco, muito doido
Machuka
Machuka, in and out
Machuka
Tchum tchum tcha tcha tchum tchum tcha
Vem Lil Jon, com a Mulher Filé,
Vem Lil Jon me deixando maluquinha
[Pleasure P:]
Lemme see you go round an round [x4]
Staletos, she in the middle of the floor
Need a medal for all the junk up in her trunk
Shawty dance like stripper
She dance like a stripper
She dance like a stripper
When she dips in your patron
Get to the party (party) like she workin on the floor
Shawty got it (got it) when she drop it outta control
Shawty dance like a stripper
She dance like a stripper
She dance like a stripper
When she pop that catalogue
[Lil Jon:]
Shake it off (shake it off)
Shake it down (shake it down)
Don't stop (don't stop)
To the ground (to the ground)
Pick it up (pick it up)
Put it down (put it down)
Lemme see you go round an round
Put it up (put it up)
Push it back (push it back)
Make it jump (make it jump)
Make it cry (make it cry)
Like that (like that)
Like that (like that)
Make a nigga wanna hit it from the back
Yo dick
Yo back
Pop that ass and that cat
Get it girl, that thing ain't to fat
Grind the dick just like that
[Chorus:]
Round an round you go (go) [x4]
Back to Pleasure P instead of got the party
(Party) like she workin on the floor it's:
When her body (body) let's her work it on the pole
[Shawty Putt:]
Heart breaker
Money maker
Booty shaken on the floor
Couple shots and patrons
She start dancin like a HOEEE
Bend it over
Touch them toes
Girl you do that like a pro
You know you bad with all that ass
Show me what it's made for
Shake it to the left
Shake it to the right
Shake it to the front
Now shake it back
Pop that back
Twist the cap
What you do with all that giiiirl
Round an round you go (go) [x4]
[Chorus]
[Pleasure P:]
Ladies on the dancefloor
Ladies by the bar
Ladies in the sound club
Shake it like a star
If it's just on girl
Bring it up to show the world
If it's just on girl
Bring it up to show the world
Lil Jon:
How low can you go (go) [x4]
Take it to the floor (floor) [x4]
[Chorus]
Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard Mutha fucka
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with
You fuckin with the killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
You fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fukin realist niggas
[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I might just snap the piss, out a pussy ass nigga like you, nigga fuck ya
Take a 45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah!)
Ya'll pussy-ass niggas ain't hard, stomp that ass out like a million man march
Sawed off shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga
Ready to dump
Blow a mutha fucker bye bye
Point blank range, yeah niggas gon' die
That's why I never leave the crib without packing my gat
Strap on my vest, put on my hat. Mutha fuckers outta line
Gettin laid down flat, I'm a show you how a real nigga act
[Chorus:]
Hey! 3 hard mutha fuckas
3 hard mutha fuckas
3 hard mutha fucka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin With
You fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
You fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
[The Game:]
It's 3, The hard way
Black Lambo, No passengers
Black Ski mask, Chain Saw Massacre
Kill fast with the Ak-four 7
(Blacka) Yellow Tape the intersection
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five
Call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz
And sentance with a life without rehabillitaion
Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger
It's my statment
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you catch Osama, Tell Mr. Waso
Please let oprah know that I won't ever stop sayin bitch and hoe
[Chorus:]
Hey! 3 hard mutha fuckas
3 hard mutha fuckas
3 hard mutha fucka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with
You fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
You Fuckin with some killas you fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
[Ice Cube:]
Dirty Mutha fuckas tryina clean hip-hop, but it don't stop, like L.A grid Lock
If you get popped, your shit will stop
Clostamy bags, for all these fags, I don't wanna hear that shit
Hu Heff's a prince, magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you, so why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks and nerds,
Mad cause I flip these verbs and pull that phantom away from the curb
I think they jelous of the hood fellas, hot dogs make alota relish
Remember a world without
Hip-hop, Lord used to believe these bitch cops
[Chorus:]
Hey! 3 hard mutha fuckas
3 hard mutha fuckas
3 hard mutha fucka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with
You fuckin with some killas
You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
You fuckin with some killas
Hey, hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom
hey hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom
What are we doing tonight baby?
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step off in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
Now we about to show ya how wild it gets
When a girl at the party when she backin it
Now this girl dance freaky 'cause she passionate
If I ask for some chips, then she's staking it
She don't need no introduction, she's a diamond of dough
And I don't mean no janet, other way she mopping the floor
Tattoo on her back's saying ready to go
Man this girl must be a pimp the way I'm ready too hoe
I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe
We can the kitchen door so we around the stove
In the chumps we chilling in some hotel room
I put her towels on her body and massage her toes
There ain't nothing like some sex on a friday night
But then again nothing like some sex in any night
After that gotta go got appointments girl
I'm a doctor, I got other clients girl
Now listen up close, I won't say it again
Skip a dog your cat is a man's best friend
Lil' Jon and Luda on the first class flight
from ATL we about to get it crunk tonight
Where we going?
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step off in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club
Hey Kelly!
Oh damn! There go expensive Chris
At the bar buyin' all the most expensive shit
And his car always got the most expensive kit
So his gun always got the most extended clip
Hey! Luda Luda, I'm built to last
Nicknamed double barrel and I'm build to blast
Since your girl ain't a freak, well you gotta convince me
Cause I'm all up in the pimp getting straight lewinsky
And smoking some of that kill bill
Ten bill motherfucker I'm still trill
Can't part with the women that like the dick
Refuse to cut my hair like Michael Vick
Dirty bird even judges say the burns are dirty
We the reason that the clubs start closing early
Walk up and watch the crowd start moving quick
And I ain't gotta pay the DJ to play my shit
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
Will the bull pimp come man I'm sloppy drunk
I don't broke into club it's the king of crunk
Let the anal way find, and I'ma put more flow
Throw some ass in my lap and I'm good to go
I spread a shined out bottle, crack a beer
While the ladies all rubbin' my neck and beard
No need to even ask it, who's the boss?
When the dreadlocks slam and the roof come off
The crunk juice got me up all night shit
And in last year making that bite shit
Not an essay calling me Loc De Niro
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
Fresh by the front and I'm ready to blast
Got the dog but I knew my had to lie (ok)
BME turn millionaire, and we all like 'what what, yeah'
Now any other times I would say it's over
Since the party so laugh, I can keep it going
Shit don't stop till 6 in the morning
Come 7 o'clock a nigga still ain't yawning
Baby girl leaving now on her toes
Hangover, wait a minute girl you leaving your cloth
And tickets gonna sell for a major show
If yousa a hater at the booth and the booth is closed
And move out the way I'm a Luda fan
Up north, dirty south, west eastside man
All strippers in the club stand up right now
We wanna see you shake your booty in the place right now
Uh-uh, Lil' Jon and them Eastside Boyz (Yeah)
Chyna Whyte (Yeah, yeah), $hort Dog (Yeah, yeah)
For the remix baby
It's some girls in this house
It's some girls in this house
If you see 'em point 'em out
If you see 'em point 'em out
There's some thugs in this house
There's some thugs in this house
With that bling in they mouth
Bling-bling in they mouth
I like them girls with that long, long hair
I like them girls that don't care if you a player
I like them girls that'll let ya feel they ass
At the club with her empty champaigne glass
I like them girls that'll tell you what they think
Feelin' freaky after 2 or 3 drinks
I like them girls that be choosin' on a baller
Let you holler when she see you pop yo collar
I like them girls that don't like to have sex
Unless a player got a diamond Rolex
I like them girls that'll let ya move around
Catch a plane and meet a player outta town
I like them girls that like to stay up real late
Even though she gotta be at work at 8
I like to ride her like that 1980 Caddy
Real nasty cause she hate her baby daddy
I like them girls
Some call 'em hoochies
Some call 'em breezies
Some call 'em chickens
But we call 'em girls and that's how it goes
I like dem gurls with them tats on they back
That be dem gurls with them fresh cowboy hats
I like dem thugs with them big face bills
That be dem thugs with that gold in they grill
I like dem gurls with them cute, pretty toes
That be dem gurls where anythang goes
I like dem thugs with them tooked out bikes
Kawasaki with the 2 headlights
I like dem girls
(Where dem gurls at - Where dem gurls at)
I like dem thugs
(Where the thugs at - Where the thugs at)
I like dem gurls
(What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up)
I like dem thugs
(Yeah, Where the thugs at - Yeah, Where the thugs at
Yeah, Where the thugs at - yeah)
I like dem gurls
(I like dem gurls)
I like dem thugs
(I - I like dem thugs, I - I like dem thugs)
I like dem gurls
(What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up)
(Yeah, Where the thugs at - Yeah, Where the thugs at
Yeah, Where the thugs at - yeah)
I like dem gurls that be sippin' on that Cris
That be dem gurls that'll let you lick they . . .
I like dem thugs with dem candy coated whips
That be dem thugs that put they mouth on the lips
I like dem gurls that can bounce it to the beat
That be dem gurls that'll put yo boy to sleep
I like dem thugs with curly hair and pretty eyes
That be dem thugs with dem 20-inch tires
I like dem gurls with dem short Prada dresses
That be dem gurls that'll cook a playa breakfast
I like dem thugs with dem tats on they neck
Down they arm, on they chest, cross they back
I like dem gurls that always wear a thong
That be dem gurls that'll cut ya all night long
I like dem thugs with dem Ree's on they feet
Soldier rag, t-shirt, Girbaud jeans
I like dem girls
(Where dem gurls at - Where dem gurls at)
I like dem thugs
(Where the thugs at - Where the thugs at)
I like dem gurls
(What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up)
I like dem thugs
(Yeah, Where the thugs at - Yeah, Where the thugs at
Yeah, Where the thugs at - yeah)
Just ride on out (Ride on out)
All the ladies just ride with me (Ride with me)
All the ladies just bounce with me (Bounce with me)
All the ladies just ride
Featuring: 30H3
Drinks up high every time I hit the party
Shots, shots, shots, shots,'cause it's time to get retarded
Everybody, everybody grab a motherfucking cup
And drink that shit 'til you get fucked up
Shake that ass like it's your birthday
Stay out all night like tomorrow ain't a work day
Let's get it crunk, let's get drunk
Let's get buck-ass wild, tear it up
Turn the lights down low and let the DJ go
Until the speakers blow
(Stay up 'til the break of dawn)
Take a sip of Jack, she's with a sip of that
There ain't no turnin' back
But hey, I don't care
Wherever there's a party, I'm the first one with a drink in the air
We can share, 'cause when we finish this one
There will be another bottle right here
Bottles in the air, pour me another one
Who believe in havin' sex? I'm tryin' to get me some
Work it nice and slow, when the bass get low
Jump up on the table and lose control
Fucked up, fucked up, wasted, wasted
Go crazy, get shit-faced
Let's get it crunk, let's get drunk
Let's get buck-ass wild, tear it up
When the bass is low, you work it nice and slow
You let your body go
(Shake it 'til the break of dawn)
We can take a shot of anything they got
Dance on the tabletop
But hey, I don't care
Wherever there's a party, I'm the first one with a drink in the air
We can share, 'cause when we finish this one
There will be another bottle right here
We don't want this night to end
We won't sleep, then we'll do it again
We don't want this night to end
We won't sleep, then we'll do it again
Pour me another one, pour me another one, pour me another one
Pour me another one, pour me another one, pour me another one
'Cause when we finish this one
I'm gonna keep party...
I'm gonna give it all I got,
So I need you doing the same thing.
Party, party, pa, pa, pa party,
You know it's never over,
What's twist up on the floor you know you take it over
Hands up in the air, Rihanna on the coaster, ohhh.
Ladies to the dance floor, ladies to the dance floor,
Ladies to the dance floor, ladies to the dance floor,
Ladies to the dance floor, ladies to the dance floor,
Ladies to the dance floor, ladies to the dance floor.
... give it up,.. give it up,
Drink it up, hands up
Ladies look like super models,
Everybody... pop the bottles
Me... like tomorrow
[Chorus:]
Party, party, pa, pa, pa party,
You know it's never over,
What's twist up on the floor you know you take it over
Hands up in the air, Rihanna on the coaster, ohhh.
Drink it up, don't stop, you can give it up,
Let's rock, don't stop, you can give it all you got,
To the top, top, top, you can give it all you got.
... make your body rock,
Lose control,.. pop,
Beat so hard, make the hard stop,
Drink it to your body, drop,
Start the fire ladies, let's go animal,..
Let's behave...
Never grown up, never slowed up,
Anytime, anywhere... I'll give you what...
[Chorus:]
Party, party, pa, pa, pa party,
You know it's never over,
What's twist up on the floor make it over
Hands up in the air, Rihanna on the coaster, ohhh.
Drink it up, don't stop, you can give it up,
Let's rock, don't stop, you can give it all you got,
To the top, top, top, you can give it all you got.
All the ladies...
Oooooooooooooooo
Let's go
Bring it down
[Chorus:]
Party, party, pa, pa, pa party,
You know it's never over,
What's twist up on the floor you know you take it over
Hands up in the air, Rihanna on the coaster, ohhh.
Drink it up, don't stop, you can give it up,
Let's rock, don't stop, you can give it all you got,
To the top, top, top, you can give it all you got.
Ok let me make you say
[Chorus:]
Party, party, pa, pa, pa party,
You know it's never over,
What's twist up on the floor you know you take it over
Hands up in the air, Rihanna on the coaster, ohhh.
Drink it up, don't stop, you can give it up,
Let's rock, don't stop, you can give it all you got,
Once again up in that south from my motherfucking mouth
and creeping up on y'all niggas like a motherfucking mouse
Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens
And shitting on you busters like I ate some bake beans
Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits
We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk
What, What
Now drop dem bozs' on 'em
Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating niggas try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
From a place called T-town be down in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes
Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz
I can't afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what's up
Now ladies are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, everything that you do
and telling ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and shit
They go around sucking on every dope boys dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'
Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some love
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
for my thugs
Now right now I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me
what
[Lil Jon]
Let me see you throw your motherfuckin' sets up (in the sky)
Throw your motherfucking rags out (wave em' high)
Pussy niggas keep on eyein' me (you wanna die)
I got shawty them in your deep (they gonna ride)
Bitch we too cruck to try to dance (I got that thang)
It's right here on my side (don't make me pay)
You must not know where the fuck we from (pick a side)
Eastside to the West nigga (and we don't hide)
[Soulja Boy]
G walkin' through the club
Haters gettin' that mug
I gave your bitch a hug
And she got wetter than a tub
I'm hot nigga (I'm hot nigga)
G walkin' on yo block nigga
80 grand spent, tell the jewler make my watch bigger
Soulja Boy blowed up like a fuckin' ball
All I need is ten minutes in a club wit Lil Jon
Get my goons in this bitch, so shawty don't press yo luck
Chairs flyin' in the club, quack, quack, bitch you better duck
[Chorus]
Swag to the left, swag to the right
Soulja Boy and Lil Jon gettin' crunk all night
G walkin' wit the realest wit some pants on
Tell everybody in the club, turn their motherfuckin' swag on
G walk do it (G walk nigga, gangsta walk nigga)
G walk do it (G walk nigga, gangsta walk nigga)
[Soulja Boy]
We not playin' boy, I'm not playin' hoe
Fuck swag, Bitch I got mojo
No homo, I got them thangs cocked
25 bans all wrapped in one not
Soulja Boy shawty, let arm, right arm shawty
27 tattoos shawty
Walk inside the party
Polo on my body
G walkin', all my goons get retarted (look)
[Lil Jon]
I don't give a fuck
Yeah that's what's up
Thank you too tough
You get touched up
I sick a hoe on ya, you get sucked up
She let them goons in, that's how you're fucked up
But it don't even matter
Fuck that little chatter
I'm in the club wit it, I make them niggas splatter
I shake them bottles up, we make that liquor slpatter
Cuz I'm a crunk nigga and it don't even matter
[Chorus]
Swag to the left, swag to the right
Soulja Boy and Lil Jon gettin' crunk all night
G walkin' wit the realest wit some pants on
Tell everybody in the club, turn their motherfuckin' swag on
G walk do it (G walk nigga, gangsta walk nigga)
Hey Jon, man whas wrong wit these really foo foo rif raf ass niggas huh?
Always tryna go to war over a mothafuckin biatch
Man niggas don’t be procrastinatin niggas be procrasta-fakin
Yea pimp, I ain’t no mothafuckin hater Ima mothafuckin money motivator mayne
Ya know what im talkin bout?
Yea big scrill playin the feild tryna money mack up on a mothafuckin meal
Like my O.G. padna stomp downer say mayne, I ain’t gon give it to ya later Ima give it to ya all
the way mothafuckin straight
It is what it is mayne and as I say its me e mothafuckin 40 water bellified tay mayne
The best thang since the triple beam pimp
Pop com pimp spit them L-I-Ps
Its confirmed like a don king perm
And what ever it is im sellin it, whether its pills to a dope fiend or peanuts to a elephant
Ladies and fuckin gentlemen (Whassup)
It's the kings of fuckin crunk (You know it)
Me, your boy Lil Jon, Lil Bo, Big Sam
On the motherfuckin track, Rick Rubin (Yeah)
I don't think y'all ready for this shit (y'all ain't ready nigga)
Nothin but some real gangsta shit (gangsta shit)
For them niggaz and bitches out there (Yeah)
Now I'm havin a hard fuckin life right now (a hard life)
And I'm gunna give y'all some of my fuckin pain
Why you fuckin wit me?
Stop fuckin wit me!
Don't be fuckin wit me!
Stop fuckin wit me!
You know, it seems like no matter, no matter how hard I fuckin try
I can't do the right motherfuckin shit
Like I be tryin and shit and shit always be turning out fucked up
Like my bitch always on my fuckin back talkin bout I need to get a fuckin job
Talking bout how I need to pay my fuckin child support and shit
Bitch I'm out here tryin to do all that shit and that shit don't go my fuckin way
Sometimes you need to get the fuck up off my back
And let me learn how to get this shit right on
I want you to stop fuckin wit me
Why don't you stop fuckin wit me
Bitch I'm tryin to get a job, but it just don't work
(Bitch I'm tryin to get a job, but that shit don't work)
Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk
(Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk)
Can't hire no nigga like me in that bitch
(Can't hire no nigga like me in that bitch)
Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads and shit
(Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads and shit)
Man, fuck these niggaz, I'll go back to sellin' dope
(Man, fuck these niggaz, I'll go back to sellin' dope)
Now my baby mama callin bout that child support
(Now my baby mama callin bout that child support)
Bitch back the fuck up, and let me smoke my weed
(Bitch back the fuck up, let me smoke my weed)
Motherfuck you bitch, stop screamin at me
(Motherfuck you bitch, stop screamin at me)
Seem like no matter what the fuck I do, my bitch, she always on fuckin top of me
I'm out here tryin to make fuckin money and shit
And everytime I motherfuckin come home this bitch always got something to say
I'm cheatin on her and shit, I ain't doin nothin
I'm tryin hard as I can bitch, leave me alone
(I'm tryin hard as I can bitch, leave me alone)
You better back your ass up, before you catch it to your dome
(You better back your ass up, before you catch it to your dome)
I've been out all day, all I want is a beer
(I've been out all day, all I want is a beer)
Now here yo ass come with bullshit in my ear
(Now here yo ass come with bullshit in my ear)
I ain't been with no bitch, been tryin' to make this money
(I ain't been with no bitch, been tryin' to make this money)
Keep pushin' a nigga, and shit gunna get funny
(Keep pushin' a nigga, and shit gunna get funny)
You mad cause you heard that a girl like me
(You mad cause you heard that your girl like me)
You better check that bitch before you come and check me
(You better check that bitch before you come and check me)
Know what? I'm just gunna leave the motherfuckin house
cause if I stay in this motherfucker, I'm gunna end up fuckin' yo ass up
And I ain't tryin' to motherfuckin go to jail
I'm just going to jump in my motherfuckin shit get on the highway
find me some dro, and get the fuck away from your motherfuckin ass
before I lose my motherfuckin mind
Bye bitch
Oh shit
What the fuck...the motherfuckin police behind me
Shit
Had to get out the house far away from my bitch
(Had to get out the house far away from my bitch)
Cause if I stay any longer it might be some shit
(If I stay any longer it might be some shit)
And now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the flo'
(Now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the flo')
And a nigga just fired up a blunt of that dro
(And a nigga just fired up a blunt of that dro)
The police pulled me over on some seatbelt shit
(The police pulled me over on some seatbelt shit)
That's when he finds out my license and my tag ain't legit
(That's when he finds out my license and my tag ain't legit)
Hope he don't pop my truck cause in there is some shit
(Hope he don't pop my truck cause in there is some shit)
Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that bitch
A BME Clique (Yeah Yeahh)
We back motha fuckers (We Back)
The Kings of Motha fuckin crunk (Kings of Crunk)
Yeah Yeah
A Lil John (Lil john)
Lil Bo (Lil Bo)
Big Sam (Big Sam)
A BME clique (a mean)
It's time for some motha fuckin crunk juice (Crunk Juice)
Get some crunk juice in your system (Yeah yeah)
Now this is about to be (What)
The most incredible (What)
Experience you eva felt in your fuckin life (Yeah)
So sit back (Sit Back)
Smoke a blunt (Smoke a blunt)
And turn this shit up (Turn this shit up)
Yeah lets go hey lets go hey lets go
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know what I'm taking about
Only time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know what I'm talking about
Hey man, you understand me
Master constitution for the prostitution
And let prostitution be the only solution
Please believe it, you understand it, bitch, you know my choosing fee bitch
It's a lifetime, bitch of ho crime, believe that ho you know what I'm talking about
Yeah, bitch you know what I'm talking about
Don coochie hole bitch, better known as pimp coochie hole
Pimpin' Ken the Don in this shit ho
You know what I'm talking about, yeah
Milwaukee, Wisconsin you fuck-ass bitch
As I pull up to the club
Jumping out of the Jag
24's still spinning with a dealership tag
Brand New
Bright leather guts and pearl blue
These hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe
But that's alright cause I don't pay these hoes no mind
As I stroll to the front of the VIP line
Straight in I go, headed straight to the bar
I got a superstar status, so I guess I'm a star
Haters checking me out
Now tell me what's that about?
I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out
Sipping on the Crystal
Bitches wanna get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my style
These bitches calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darling
Bring your friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can fuck till the end
Hey bitch, sign your name on the dotted line (well)
Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (well)
Cause now you're mine
Just pulled up at the club
I'm flyer than a motherfucker
Damn, why they staring? ho, shit I'm the motherfucker
Not the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go through 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G and said "what's up for later?"
I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur"
And motherfuck the hater
It's about this making paper
And while she choosing hard, guaranteed I'ma take her
So shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the vapor
I ain't got love for niggaz cause all they try to do is cake her
I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter
You goddamn right, I'm a motherfucker player
So tell me how you want it
You riding? Get up on it
I ain't fucking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real
Hey bitch (hey bitch), sign your name on the dotted line (well)
Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (well)
Cause now you're mine
Hey, hey bitch
Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I love a bitch
Why would I trust a bitch?
Always gonna dog a bitch
They only good for sucking dick
Or riding on a nigga cock
Trying to get a nigga stock
I'm never gonna break bread
Not even for a little head
I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho
Always gotta break ho, down to the fucking floor
You step up, I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME
P to the I to the M P
No, I'm Southside
Sorry, bitch, you better pay me
Old school white Lac pimpin like I'm Don Juan
When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn
Make these hoes come running like Mike for travs
Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap
Cause I don't love a bitch and won't save a bitch
If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense
I'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a bitch
As long as she making me filthy rich
Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer
Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank accounts
After that I bounce
To another ho, in a totally different city
for a whole other show
They say, "why you don't call?" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
"You always out of town" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
"You probably in the club" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
You bout to make me break your neck, I have to ask your ass again
I'm Don a.k.a "stay pimpin hard"
That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall
Cause I have to ball, there's no other way
Even if the bitch's pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here)
Cause you belong to me (you my bitch now)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (right here)
Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho)
Get your ass up
If you get out line, I'm a slap you out
I'm a slap you out
I'm a slap you out
Better have my money (you better have my money, bitch)
Cause you signed your name on the dotted line
So get off your ass and get on the grind
(Get up, get out there and make my motherfucking money, right now)
Forgot what I am, bitch? What am I?
I'm a pimp in every inch of the word
Every inch of the verb
Every inch of the curb
I'm a hit it, like the lottery baby
Better believe it (please believe it)
Hey, yeah
If it's pimping you wanting (what), pimping you needing (what)
Everyday from me (from a real motherfucking pimp)
But bitch that's all I can see
Any day of the week, when you fucking with me
If you fucking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherfucking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill for a motherfucking pimp like me, ho
"Say, I'm comin at you with lines, think they lies
Just because I don't match your compatible sign
I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate
Now I hate when some crazy bitch says "Let's Be Friends".
Yeah I wanna be the friend that's fuckin you in the ass bitch!
Lil Jon, East Side Boyz, Ballin-G, shit we pimpin bitch
Baby I just want you to know
That I don't trust you but I need you
And I can't let you go no
And baby I just need you to promise me
That you won't hurt me or desert me and the everything I need
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
Ain't no way I can control my P.I
See why women hit the strip and wanna be my bitch (bitch)
Break them heels off and make me rich
Now which one of these old tramps you gonna pick
I'm the M-J-G
I be rollin in big classics
Caddilacs, top drop back, hoe its a habit
Ain't no rabbits in my hat
No drinks on my allie
Let's stay spendin some money to fuck challie
I'm a pimps baby
Cut me I bet ya I please bitches
Ain't no shame in my game
I needs bitches to increase my dividends
I'm livin in shit that looks like i'm makin the killin in
I'm a plan maker
I'm the man that can break a school girl down to be in the grand shaker
In a strip club somewhere near you I makes it happen
M-J-G slash breakin these bitches slash rapper
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
I'm a dawg bitch
You ain't in love with me at all
Got ya hand out tryin to get something from big ball
Look I told you I hang with niggaz that pimp hoes
Shakin every trap and collectin from strip shows
I'm a fat playa with a mouth full of gold
I be smokin plenty dro
But I don't put none up my nose
Qualification for any selection I'm makin
Fast talkin, street walkin, non-stop trip breakin
They don't keep nothin dough
They bring it straight to daddy
You catch them stealin dawg
You beat that ass badly
If you not a pimp or broad on the strip
You might not understand this pimpin fallin off my lips
Just don't fake it playa cause it ain't hard to spot
You think you ballin you square like a match box
See I can't help baby
I was born with it
Real hustler have to beat the street and go and get it
See I don't want to
I do need to
Cause I know I can't trust you
I can't be you
So I'm hopin that one day that you can be true
Cause all of my plans involve you
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
Well I'm Big Sam, got bitches galore
You may have alot of bitches
But I got much more
Short hair, long hair in them fitted suits
Prada boots and hoes that think they cute
But bitch come short with my cheese
Hoe you ain't seen in me
You bets go get me my cheese or you can limp for me
Cause I'm a breaker man and I'm a pimp you see
And I ain't got time for you chickenhead, tricks you fleas
Cause I P-I-M to the P
Pimpin these hoes ain't a thang to me
Been breakin these bitches since '79
Pimpin they ass for them nickles and dimes
And don't give me no excuses
When it come to my money
Cause I'm Nino Brown and you G-Money
And I'm a motherfucker nigga you will never try
Fuck you hoes cause I'm a pimp 'till I die
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
Tell me why (tell me why)
Why you won't stop (why you won't stop)
Your pimpin baby
Cause I need you baby (baby)
See ya won't stop ya pimpin
See ya just won't stop ya pimpin
Ya won't stop ya pimpin
See ya just won't stop....
Won't stop, can't stop this pimpin, know what I'm sayin
its ya boy Lil Jon,
Lil Jon them East Side Boyz, Ballin-G, my girl Oobie
doin this shit for Memphis to H-town to the ATL
this pimpin ain't goin never stop, no matter what a motherfucker do
like my boy Big Ball say "spades ace pimpin fo' ever"
Man like everything fina workout like this shit fina jump cuz this shit fina jump like a
trapolena i promise u feel me
i already know boi i'm talkin bout this fina go down dough
but shit yea my dog i 'ma holla at you man u be cool out thre though
shit gotta be cool gotta be cool cuz gotta stay down like u know what i'ma sayin like like u my
nigga i love u u feel me i know u feel me
i feel u dog
u know i love u nigga
i been yea nigga scince day one
i'm talkin from day one
nigga i been right there beside ya
but hell yea but uh u be cool dog and i'ma fuck wit u in 1 min
yea in 1 min cuz like u holla at me in 1 min ne time u want to holla at me 1min is 1min my min
is yo 1min we gotta stay down this shit man we gotta stay strong in this shit man fuck these
niggas haten on us man
fuck these niggas man
i'm tellin u boi a nigga
a nigga gotta stay strong dog but hell yea u be cool ima probably hit u like somtime tommorrow
or somtime man
but heel yea man
cause like i was tellin my got damn wife like niggas gotta make this bread cuz like niggas think
we playin out here like i don't know what tha fuck the fuck the rest of these niggas out here doin
i'm tryin to make this money nigga u feel me i know u feel me
nigga i feel u if ne nigga in the world feel u nigga i feel u but u be cool my nigga and i'll
Yeah, Yeah...
LiL' Jon and the east side boyz (thats right bitch)
Suga free (suga free)
Bad boy snoop dogg, oobie wassup girl
And this nigga right here
Sing it to them nate dogg (hey) (sing it man)
Back in the days i use to like bitches (uhh)
But i tell you now days bitches aint shit (tell 'em)
And if you wonder why i say this (yeah,yeah)
I've had a lot of women and bitches think they slick (shoopbop ??)
Sneakin' around fuckin' around whenever were not around (always)
Actin' all sophisticated spending money that she didnt make (oh,ya)
I get so mad that i could slap her actin like she cleopatra (ya,ya,hey)
Aint no need to ask shes a slave to tha money and im the master
Thats why i smoke sunday monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday saturday
Dont let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no nigga get in my way
I keep my gun with me (always) for peace i keep it right by my side (05 bitch)
Big nate long beach we'll keep Lil' Jon tight beat so come on let's ride
Whats up with these tryin'to play a nigga
?? hoes straight stay a nigga
No more dick in yo pussy just stick with your throat
You aint gon get no child support
Playing a nigga like you were one to know that
But i love yo gurls, naw i was just playing
You say you love me if i was just playing
Why i gotta be likr that, why must i chase the cat
Or really why must i chase the rat
Nigga fucking bitches how bout that
Wont you buy me a drink (bitch hell naw)
Let me hit yo thang?(bitch hell naw)
Wont you take me to yo crib(bitch hell naw)
Lets go to the mall(bitch hell naw)
Stop. SHYEAH. take a left. SLAM.
Pimped out. shyeah. take a left. SLAM.
Stop. SHYEAH. take a left. SLAM
Pimped out. SHYEAH. take a left. SLAM.
Now dont get me started
And never say what you wanna do
Cause your just a recess pieces to get turned out too
Now i can get that man back
But how you gonna sue me child support
When you aint sat down and wrote me a rap
See you cant??
Uh oh suga free the last dinosaur from caveman
(she'll center) i toast? to this
So she can check the track, i toast? to that
You can catch him on the dance floor, i toss to this
And you know she aint got no panties, i toss to that
Gooshie-gooshie-moshie-mooshie-push me-push me
I can tell by the way she dance shes got a nice pussy
Yeah, let me get a glass of that
Puff puff pass it back
Doggy dogg with a classic rap, blazing sacks back-to-back
Imagine that
Im tryibg to holla at shiniqua
Champagne for me and my peopa
VIP'ing, LBC'ing, DPG's, they'll be G's
Until the end of time, and will continue to shine
My games gettin' bigger, its a wrap. chuuch my nigga
Let me tell ya about a bitch
Bitches are??
Bitches dont give a shit
All a bitch want is a victim of??
You aint get no loyalty
Cause a bitch gon always be
They love it when you fuck 'em
They love it when you leave? em
Better yet when you mistreat her
For the bitch, nigga you dont need em
You bitches, aint getting shit
(hey hey) there you have ladies and gentlemen (there you have it)
Our desdription (uh uh)
Of how these bitches be actin' this
Motherfucka that cant be
All i gotta say is keep oit pimpin' pimpin' (keep it pimpin' pimpin')
Ay yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris nigga), $hort Dogg
(Ay tell them niggaz what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucka where you from (Where you from)
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucka where you from (Where you from)
Well represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Well you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No Doze and coffee
No sleep, I 'm lookin' 40
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot Benigan's dinner
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swang
Bitches make ya ass clap
I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin' DUI
Look cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'm livin' or die
Who on this track fuckin' with me, y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's inside
Motherfucka
Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold
Clear then I shot the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the bows
I rock the shows
Pop, lock, and knock yo nose
You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mob the flo'
I mop and glow
The Feds tryin' to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the pain
Cock back and swing the thang
Yo girl mad cause she told me don't even bring the thang
And then I told her - I said it's cool, get at me
And then my voice got raaasty
Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze
Bitch niggaz in the house tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, that's what the callin' you
You'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and live a real life
You just a
[Computer Voice]
Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight,
Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight
[Come in after 7th Ight]
Wuz up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up
[Eastside Boyz with shout outs]
[Chorus: (Shake sumethin')]
[in background]
Who u wit', who u wit', who u wit',
get crunk, who u wit [repeat 4x]
[Hook 1:]
To the flo', to the flo', to the flo', to the flo',to the flo',
to the flo, let's go, let's go, to the flo', to the flo', to the flo',
to the flo', to the flo', to the flo', to the flo', let's go
[Hook 2:]
Get 'em up [repeat 16x],
Just bounce, just ride [repeat 8x]
Just ride [repeat 15x]
[Hook 3:]
Grab shawty [repeat 16x]
Now hump, now hump, now hump, just hump [repeat 4x]
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, shawty
[Chorus]
[Hook 4: (suup in background)]
Just drop [repeat 15x],
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, like this
[Hook 5:]
Freak sumethin' [repeat 7x]
shawty [repeat 2x]
Little lower now [repeat 8x]
Get higher now [repeat 8x],
Ay! [repeat 15x], shawty
[Chorus]
[Hook 6: (ight in background after 10th wuz up!)]
Wuz up! [repeat 16x]
[Hook 7:]
Just bounce [repeat 16x]
[Hook 8:]
Eastside playa's don't give a what
Westside playa's don't give a what
Southside playa's don't give a what
So put 'em up , so put 'em up (put 'em up)
Highclass playa's don't give a what
Eastside playa's don't give a what
Westside playa's don't give a what
So put 'em up (put 'em up), so put 'em up
[Hook 9: (ight in background)]
Get Crunk [repeat 10x]
[Chorus: (until fade)]
[ight in background]
[Chorus]
[4x]Throw it up Mother fucker throw it up
[4x] If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club
[Lil Jon (Eastside Boyz)]
[2x] Back up bitch get the fuck out my way
(Aye move the fuck back bitch, Move the fuck back)
[2x] What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga
(Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga)
[2x] We to deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch
(Its more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch)
Yall niggas over there (yall niggas aint shit)
Yall hoes over there (yall hoes aint shit)
[4x] We run this (what)
[Chorus]
[Pastor Troy]
The last nigga is the pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know: I don't play no mother fucking games
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hangin out the winda
Ready to bust the head :.of a fucking pretender
Nigga as soon as I enter
You know im making noise
Pastor Troy and the Eastside Boyz
AK bustin I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
Fuck him, Fuck her
Im representing
Put some more Yak in my mug
So I can throw it up
[Chrorus]
[Lil Jon talking]
Ok ok hold the fuck up hold the fuck up
I'm looking round this bitch
I see a lot of niggas aint throwin up shit (What)
Ya'll niggas must be scared to represent yo shit (You scared)
You must be scared nigga (Scared)
Fuck that shit
All my real niggas that proud of they hood
All my real ladies that's proud of they hood
And they aint never been scared
Say this shit
[4X]
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
I aint scared mother fucker
[Pastor Troy]
Im gon represent where Im from
In the back of the club my tommy gun
Though when I chill
Fuckin burn one
Leave up out the club it's me little Jon
Ballin in the Benzes
Switchin up lanes
Talkin much shit cause we deep in the game cocaine
All white fuckin S fucking six
Young ass niggas I guess we filthy rich
My whole click ready to bust some heads
Imma throw it up bitch and I aint scared
Pastor Troy mother fucker
You know the routine
Represent for the home team
Throw it up
[Chorus]
Shriek the lips across ragged tongue
Convulsing together, sing violently
Move the jaw cry aloud
Bound up the dead triumphantly
The ragged they come and the ragged they kill
You pray so hard on bloody knees
The ragged they come and the ragged they kill
Down in the cool air I can see
HEY, YEAH - I'm the one that you wanted
HEY, YEAH - I'm your superbeast
HEY, YEAH - I'm the one that you wanted
HEY, YEAH - I'm your superbeast
Stir the limbs across the wrist
Full possession of memory
Bury me as a dog
Icy hands surrounding me
The ragged they come and the ragged they kill
You pray so hard on bloody knees
The ragged they come and the ragged they kill
Down in the cool air I can see
HEY, YEAH - I'm the one that you wanted
HEY, YEAH - I'm your superbeast
HEY, YEAH - I'm the one that you wanted
HEY, YEAH - I'm your superbeast
Shriek the lips across ragged tongue
Convulsing together, sing violently
Move the jaw cry aloud
Bound up the dead triumphantly
The ragged they come and the ragged they kill
You pray so hard on bloody knees
The ragged they come and the ragged they kill
Down in the cool air I can see
HEY, YEAH - I'm the one that you wanted
HEY, YEAH - I'm your superbeast
HEY, YEAH - I'm the one that you wanted
HEY, YEAH - I'm your superbeast
Rage in the cage
And piss upon the stage
There's only one sure way
To bring the giant down
Defunct the strings
Of cemetary things
With one flat foot
On the devil's wing
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Raping the geek
And hustling the freak
Like a hunchback juice
On a sentimental noose
Operation filth
They love to love the wealth
Of an SS Whore
Making scary sounds
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Psyclone Jack
Hallucinating Hack
Thinks Donna Reed
Eats dollar bills
Goldfoot machine
Creates another fiend
So Beautiful,
They make you kill
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Crawl on me
Sink into me
Die for me
Living Dead Girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with Sin
Do it again
Living Dead Girl
Blood on her skin
Dripping with Sin
Do it again
Living Dead Girl
[Too $hort]
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like ?
I be fuckin' hoes every day of the week
You never could be a better playa than me
Even if you rolled in luxery
I know you sport-coatin' that top knotch freak
You never could be a better playa than me
When I first got to the club it was cool to fuck
Walked passed these hoes and they looked me up and back down again
Recognize a pimp
Next thing I know, I'm tellin' lies again
Sellin' dreams to hoes from everything I know
Grab the microphone then I spit these flows
I came in this muthafucka with my niggaz
I plan on leavin' here with yo bitches
Anybody feel they got a problem with that
You need to take off yo pimp hat nigga
And get the fuck out my way
Cause I don't fuck with scrubs on any day
I can't buy her no drink, she can't ride with me
I don't know her and she can't stand beside me
But yo bitch, I might fuck her
Just because I know you's a sucker
[Hook]
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my nuts go - bitch
Do you like the way they swang
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my nuts go - bitch you keep rappin' in my ear and got me mad as hell
Let me hit that weed, ? what you drinkin'
6 months ago, hoe yo ass wasn't speakin'
Now I see yo face in every bad way stop
Tryin' yo plots since the CD dropped
I went nuts cause I'm like that with Too $heezy
Got no time for you triflin' ass broke breezies
Jon ? doin' thangs, now that's so true
And you bad news bitch I ain't fuckin' with you
Punk bitch think she real smart, runnin' that G
But talk is cheap hoe, spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up and come runnin' to see
If $hort Dog is in the car, Murder 1 is with me
You heard Nationwide was ballin', we make 100's and G's
Takin' trips to the islands, smilin' under the trees
When I step up, all these heffers start comin' for me
Let my nuts go chickenhead you gets nothin' for free
[Hook]
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my nuts go - bitch
Do you like the way they swang
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my muthafuckin' nuts go
Bitch, you keep rappin' in my ear and got me mad as hell
Now we gettin' hell of looks soon as we pimped through the door
And we seen hell of freaks we ain't fucked before
They got some bitches on the prawl of gold-diggin' missions
And my folks is livin' foul, they whoopin' ass with precision
Fallin' back at the club, smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before yo big ass hit the flo'
Let my nuts go
Nigga when I step in the club
Cause y'all blowin' stress and we blowin' bud
I showed him love once and let him come with my crew
Now every fuckin' time he tryin' to jump in line
Yellin' out, "?? can I get in with y'all?"
I ain't feelin' sorry for him, so I tell him, "Hell naw"
Now $hort Records in the VIP
I'ma sock you if you don't get off my N-U-T's
[Hook]
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my nuts go - bitch
Do you like the way they swang
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
You better let my nuts go
Bitch, you keep rappin' in my ear and got me mad as hell
[Lil' Jon & Eastside Boys]
What the fuck my nigga what the fuck (What the fuck)
[Repeat 3x's]
Back up bitch nigga back (Back up)
[Repeat 3x's]
Now if you want some (What), come and get some (Get some)
If you want some nigga come get some (Come get some)
[Repeat]
Why you all on my nuts like a trick
I heard you was a jailhouse bitch
[Repeat]
Nigga
[Hook]
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
I told ya let my nuts go - bitch
Do you like the way they swang
Let my nuts go - you bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my muthafuckin' nuts go
Bitch, you keep rappin' in my ear and got me mad as hell
Uh, the word is Dollar ain't the same
Ever since I started Nation ridin', got a lil' change
Surrounded myself by game, niggaz sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop ridin' my dick
Leave that to yo main bitch, let her live once
Niggaz always surround when I burn my blunts
Give me 3 feet and let me eat
Niggaz some bitches, used to be too good now they can't speak
[Chorus 2:]
You little punk motherfucker do yo thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck up and peep some game from me
[Chorus:]
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
BI-ITCH (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
[Hook:]
YEAH!,YEAH!, YEAH!, YEAH!
Well get yo hands up, get yo hands up
Got damn it motherfucker get yo hands up [repeat 2x]
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherfucker throw yo click up [repeat 2x]
Well what you looking at, nigga what you looking at
Nigga what you looking at, nigga what you looking at [repeat 2x]
Now what you wanna do, what you wanna do
Got damn it fuck nigga what yo wanna do [repeat 1x]
Now what you wanna do (you scared) [repeat 2x]
Well nigga FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!
[Chorus:]
BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
[Verse 1: Too $hort]
Pour me some Bombay and fire up that pine
Its bout time somebody checked you you bitch ass punk
I heard you slap ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get it down hoe
The chin checker all you do is play the role nigga
You just a actor, won't let a bitch breathe
If she wanted to yawn
She just a weak motherfucker so insecure
How come she can't leave home without getting cursed out?
Everytime you get mad you tell her get the fuck out
Put I told that her, I said its cool
Get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if ya tell me you a player youse a liar
Cause you never be like Willie Dynamite Supafly...
[Chorus:]
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk motherfucking BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
[Verse 2: Chyna]
Pump, pump, pump, pump
Let no shots
Double glock glock
Nigga pop pop it don't stop in that dirty south
Burn up the whole block that's what this here be bout
Niggas living lowless, niggas labeled heartless
Gone see who life the shortest
Regardless this whole world to me is garabage
Trying to reap my harvest
I'm starving, let's live the life of ballin
And still trying to find my calling, and make a change
Look into my eyes, all you see is pain
Look up in the sky all I see is rain
Ain't no sunshine, call me a monkey
But look I got K-9 bloodlines
With P-9's and semiautos
And guaranteed tomorrow
9th ward my burrow
I represent the scum's
Ate the crumbs
Now I'm reaching for a new height
Nothing but love and we crew tight
Craving renew sight
Hussle for food tight
Who the dopest on the planet BI-ITCH
Chyna White
[Chorus:]
BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH!(bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
[Chorus 2:]
You little punk motherfucker do ya thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck up and peep some game from me
Now you know to shut yo talk it is a shame
Cause you and yo group won't do a thang
The SHIT that you talking sounds the same to me
BI-ITCH!! [echoes]
[Oobie Sings]
As the night aproaches I, decide that I'ma call my favorite guy
Cause I don't wanna be at home alone, I wish that you would hurry home
So baby trust me It's going on , better hurry home to me
Gotta surprise for you... theres nuthin that I won't do... for you so
[Chorus: Oobie 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
With nothing on
[Rap by Chyna Whyte]
I'm hittin you on the two-way, shit, cause I want it bad
And I ain't thinkin bout nothing but
You and me blowing hash in the midnight hour
I know you thugging in the streets bout your money
But best respect this pussy got the power
You cant deny the way I twurk this here
I'm talkin' freaky on this here come one and work this here
And bust it open like I'm bout to get burnt in here
I do my dirt in here, you know what im workin with
These titties perky, I ain't a virgin you ain't gotta worry bout a thing
Just lay back cause I'm on a mission to please
And I got plenty doe whodie so I ain't lookin for cheese
Not tonight I got a quarter pound of that weed
And we can go to the verge, come one put it all in me
I like it real deep, wit no rubber so that you can feel me, you feel me?
I got your bitch wantin to kill me behind the snapper
Cause I fucks like a master, and suck like I'm dracula
And I ain't caught up in the rapture
[Chorus: Oobie 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
With nothing on
[Rap]
(SHAWTY!!!)My baby momma sleeping (yea)so tonight I'm creeping (uh huh)
20 west, to where you rest, your heads the best (that's rite)
I bust on your chin (skeet skeet motherfucker) you rub it in (hah)
You make a preacher man sin
Now we butt naked fucking all on the floor (uh huh)
I got you screaming louder than a 2 doller hoe (uh huh)
I'm beating that pussy up like a heavy weight fight (uh huh)
Ya came 3 times, how that dick girl (oobie whispers: TITE)
[Rap]
Girl I hit the door with nothing in my mind
So when you feeling freaky baby call me anytime
You say tonight, no small talk or foreplay
On that purple 'dro, allassy, and hennessy
All the freaky things you do got me going crazy
Got me thinking to myself can you be my lady
But hell naw, cause I can't fall in love wit the cut
Just stop by to hit it quick and get enough, a-get enough
[Chorus: Oobie 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
With nothing on
[(Oobie sings) 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with no clothes on
So make sure you hurry home
I'm waiting aa-all alone
Don't make me, wait too long
[Rap by Bo Hagon]
I'll beat the pussy up and leave you in bed legs shaken
Wake up alone by 2 in the morn' like damn, Hagon
Careful what you ask for cause you just might get it
And once I came would you swallow or spit it
I kno you freaky you dont have to admit it
I take 'em petite , or thick in the thighs
I like to fuck 'em while I look in they eyes
So go on, cut up , girl toot your butt up and do your thang
Sad but I knew your pussy before I knew your name
[Chorus: Oobie 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
with nothing on
[(Oobie) 2x]
Ooo nana nana, ooo nana nana
Ooo nana nana, ooo nana nana
Use my Body to keep you with mine
Yeah I'm on Durango, number 95.
Take me to the home, take boots and ultralive.
See heaven, that's a horror show.
Knock it nice and smooth step back and watch it blow. Yeaaah...
Never gonna stop me,
Never gonna stop.
Never gonna stop me,
Never gonna stop.
Never gonna stop me,
Never gonna stop.
Never gonna stop me,
Never gonna stop.
Yeah the devil, ride it down the shore.
We'll paint the monster red in soda but don't stain the floor.
In and out, real savage show.
The story of the shocking sickness, and watch it blow. Yeaaahh...
Never gonna stop me,
Never gonna stop.
Never gonna stop me,
Never gonna stop.
Never gonna stop me,
Never gonna stop.
Never gonna stop me,
Never gonna stop.
Scream if you want it,
Cause I want it more.
Scream if you want it,
Cause I want it more.
Yeah I'm on Durango, number 95.
Take me to the home, take boots and ultralive.
See heaven, that's a horror show.
Knock it nice and smooth step back and watch it blow. Yeaaahh...
Never gonna stop me,
Never gonna stop.
Never gonna stop me,
Never gonna stop.
Never gonna stop me,
Never gonna stop.
Never gonna stop me,
Never gonna stop.
Scream if you want it,
Cause I want it more.
Scream if you want it,
Cause I want it more.
Here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
[Hook - 2x's]
Move bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe
Move bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe
[Lord Infamous]
Nigga Three Six Mafia burn inside the southern territorial
Leavin' a memorial page in editorial
When ? watch yo back go front ?? Scarecrow
Leave 'em stiff and froze my foes and hit 'em like Rose in China snow
Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin' to toss it
Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses, leave you dead in a closet
Family recked from yo death-death, from yo early death
Packin' some in jars, sendin' two off for the chef
Cause I melt them with medicine
I'm perscription called death when ?
[J-Bo]
Oh there she go, old triflin' bitch
Straight take a hoe nigga, always out to lick
And when shit is gettin' thick
Out the door she split
She straight slick
But I'm slicker than that bitch gon' get
So now move bitch, get out the way hoe and lay low
So say hoe, you just another stank hoe
Trickin' on the dance flo'
Lookin' kinda slutty though
I'm all about my money hoe when I bump on yo stereo
And everywhere I go, it's the same old shit
Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so bitch fuck this now
[Hook]
[Sean Paul]
They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul)
Slap the fuck out of each and all y'all (all y'all)
I done seen niggaz fall, I done seen niggaz ball
I done seen big girls shake with lil' bitty drawz (bitty drawz)
And uh, the other day this bitch got smacked in the jaw (in the jaw)
I done seen a whole lot, niggaz ain't seen what I saw (yeah)
I'm in it too deep, I could never come flaw (come flaw)
If ya talkin' bout that pistol my nigga you better draw
Okay, always sayin' shit that I mean
Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean
[Gangsta Boo]
What's up motherfucka what's up
Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up
All these sissy ass hoes talkin' shit about this lady
Why you tryin' to doubt me baby
I'm the shit, you can't fade me
Now look what done happened, we done hooked up with Eastside Boyz
Bringin' noise
Makin' moves like the fuckin' U-Haul boys
Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you nigga
Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but hits increase to bigger figures
Nigga don't play with the muthafuckin' don't play lady
On the way, God damn what you bitches say
Nigga
[Hook]
[Lil' Jon]
Ah, Ah, Ahhhh-ha-ha-ha
We comin' through like the Rock bitch
Knock you out yo motherfuckin' socks bitch
Droppin' bows like nothin' wrong bitch
Bitch I'll break yo motherfuckin' nose bitch
Didn't we tell yo ass to move bitch
Now yo head busted ? two fuckin' bricks
So get yo fire and dip hoe
Cause a nigga gone off that Quevo
Why you still runnin' yo mouth bitch
You must've not known who you fuckin' with
We'll leave you dead in a fuckin' ditch
Cause we runnin' with the Three Triple Six
And them guns for them young hoes
We'll leave ya firm like a dildo
All my niggaz doin' Fed time
We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron
[Hook 2x's]
[Juicy J]
I'm lookin' for them big butts
Nothin but them quick sluts
Something kinda freaky like skinny hoe givin' up
Maybe a nigga'll take the camp
Probably let her ride my lap
Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, bitch I'm on the map
I'm the kinda nigga bro' push a 450 hoe
Down the strip, Hennessy I sip on the low-low
Hit me on my ? horn
Can record, make a porn movie
Don't be choosy with this nigga Juicy
Ready to?
[Chyna Whyte]
What y'all know to be part of this
You gotta be on some heartless shit
And whether it's legal or dirty, I'ma ball regardless trick
And I don't give a fuck if you the tallest or the smallest bitch
Don't none of you hoes know about this order shit
Chyna Whyte I live that street life
And I ain't gon' be happy till I got my momma eatin' right
Still the one to grip that motherfuckin' heater tight
And I'm still tryin' to find a motherfuckin' key to life
Ya heard me
[Hook 2x's]
[DJ Paul]
I might not be the freshest nigga up in the club
But shoulda seen when I walked in the hoes said "What the fuck"
They saw me VIP in the VIP y'all
With these Rollies and the ? they be wonderin' "Who are y'all"
We be steppin' no less than 30 deep and thinkin' we some stars
My enterage spendin' no less than 80 G's on they cars
If I took you to my crib you probably wouldn't believe or think I'm liein'
Check my soundscan hoe, if I'm liein' or dyin'
Creature core you can't ignore
I got a 5000 fingers of dead yeah
A Rats are we you can't break free
You're with the livin' on your bed yeah!
Meet the creeper, take it deeper!
Meet the creeper, yeah!
Yeah!
I see the dead in your eyes!
I transform in the skies!
Stabbin out the city's crowd
Like a dagger fallin on your baby
Thrill the kill I know you will
Feed the monster and the lady
Meet the creeper, take it deeper!
Meet the creeper, yeah!
Yeah!
I see the dead in your eyes!
I transform in the skies!
Creature core you can't ignore
I got a 5000 fingers of dead yeah
A rats are we you can't break free
You're with the livin' on your bed yeah!
Meet the creeper, take it deeper!
Meet the creeper, yeah!
Yeah!
I see the dead in your eyes!
I transform in the skies!
Meet the creeper ahhhh
Meet the creeper ahhhh
Meet the creeper ahhhh
Meet the creeper
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Now that drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop that shit
Get yo ass to the floor and shake ya rump
Shake, shake, shake, shake
Bounce yo ass to the beat while you touch yo feet
Pop that thang and roll with it
I'ma shake-shake it like I wanna
Bounce-bounce it on the floor make you see I wanna
Walk-walk it like a dog right there on the corner
Make you say "Who that girl with that Thug Life tatted on her"
See people want it ha that's how we do
Screamin' "Ahh-yah-ya-yah" me and my crew
Live in a zoo
That why I got a strap too
Twurk that ass if I want blow a bag boo
And act a donkey, act a monkey
Get a fifth of gin to see this chick get funky like a junkie
Show what this raw darlin'
6 years of hustlin', see where it brought me
This ghetto monkey, I'm livin' lawless
Livin' life is the hardest
Tryin' to live marvelous in a world full of garbage
I'ma talk it
If you don't want it, don't start it
Cause I'ma put it down the way you want it
Nigga
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Pop that pussy hoe
Grab that pussy hoe
Butterfly hoe and let that pussy breathe
Pop, pop, pop that thang girl
Shake, shake, shake that ass girl
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass
B-B-Bounce that ass
[Lil' Jon]
Uh-uh, Lil' Jon and them Eastside Boyz (Yeah)
Chyna Whyte (Yeah, yeah), $hort Dog (Yeah, yeah)
For the remix baby
[Lil' Jon]
It's some girls in this house
It's some girls in this house
If you see 'em point 'em out
If you see 'em point 'em out
[Chyna Whyte]
There's some thugs in this house
There's some thugs in this house
With that bling in they mouth
Bling-bling in they mouth
[Too $hort]
I like them girls with that long, long hair
I like them girls that don't care if you a player
I like them girls that'll let ya feel they ass
At the club with her empty champaigne glass
I like them girls that'll tell you what they think
Feelin' freaky after 2 or 3 drinks
I like them girls that be choosin' on a baller
Let you holler when she see you pop yo collar
I like them girls that don't like to have sex
Unless a player got a diamond Rolex
I like them girls that'll let ya move around
Catch a plane and meet a player outta town
I like them girls that like to stay up real late
Even though she gotta be at work at 8
I like to ride her like that 1980 Caddy
Real nasty cause she hate her baby daddy
I like them girls
[Jazzy Phe]
Some call 'em hoochies
Some call 'em breezies
Some call 'em chickens
But we call 'em girls and that's how it goes
[Lil' Jon]
I like dem gurls with them tats on they back
That be dem gurls with them fresh cowboy hats
[Chyna Whyte]
I like dem thugs with them big face bills
That be dem thugs with that gold in they grill
[Lil' Jon]
I like dem gurls with them cute, pretty toes
That be dem gurls where anythang goes
[Chyna Whyte]
I like dem thugs with them tooked out bikes
Kawasaki with the 2 headlights
[Lil' Jon]
I like dem girls
(Where dem gurls at - Where dem gurls at)
[Chyna Whyte]
I like dem thugs
(Where the thugs at - Where the thugs at)
[Lil' Jon]
I like dem gurls
(What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up)
[Chyna Whyte]
I like dem thugs
(Yeah, Where the thugs at - Yeah, Where the thugs at
Yeah, Where the thugs at - yeah)
[Lil' Jon]
I like dem gurls
(I like dem gurls)
[Chyna Whyte]
I like dem thugs
(I - I like dem thugs, I - I like dem thugs)
[Lil' Jon]
I like dem gurls
(What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up)
[Chyna Whyte]
(Yeah, Where the thugs at - Yeah, Where the thugs at
Yeah, Where the thugs at - yeah)
[Lil' Jon]
I like dem gurls that be sippin' on that Cris
That be dem gurls that'll let you lick they . . .
[Chyna Whyte]
I like dem thugs with dem candy coated whips
That be dem thugs that put they mouth on the lips
[Lil' Jon]
I like dem gurls that can bounce it to the beat
That be dem gurls that'll put yo boy to sleep
[Chyna Whyte]
I like dem thugs with curly hair and pretty eyes
That be dem thugs with dem 20-inch tires
[Lil' Jon]
I like dem gurls with dem short Prada dresses
That be dem gurls that'll cook a playa breakfast
[Chyna Whyte]
I like dem thugs with dem tats on they neck
Down they arm, on they chest, cross they back
[Lil' Jon]
I like dem gurls that always wear a thong
That be dem gurls that'll cut ya all night long
[Chyna Whyte]
I like dem thugs with dem Ree's on they feet
Soldier rag, t-shirt, Girbaud jeans
[Lil' Jon]
I like dem girls
(Where dem gurls at - Where dem gurls at)
[Chyna Whyte]
I like dem thugs
(Where the thugs at - Where the thugs at)
[Lil' Jon]
I like dem gurls
(What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up - What's up, what's up)
[Chyna Whyte]
I like dem thugs
(Yeah, Where the thugs at - Yeah, Where the thugs at
Yeah, Where the thugs at - yeah)
[Lil' Jon]
Just ride on out (Ride on out)
[Repeat 3x's]
All the ladies just ride with me (Ride with me)
All the ladies just bounce with me (Bounce with me)
All the ladies just ride
Ride (Ride) Ride (Ride)
[Big Sam]
Aight, motherfuckers
[Lil' Jon]
Bitch niggas run and hide!
(Ha, Yeah) I'm doing this for my niggas!
(NIGGA!)
[Big Sam]
C'mon, C'mon
C'mon, C'mon
Lil' Jon, C'mon, C'mon
[Lil' Jon]
M.O.P MOTHERFUCKERS!
Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz Bitch!
[Chorus x2]
[M.O.P (Lil' Jon)]
(My Nigga!)
You send em will bend em
(My Nigga!)
You Call em will sprawl em
(My Nigga!)
You cut em will bust em
(My Nigga!)
Take them niggas heads off!
[Billy Danze]
All day nigga, Broadway
Your man Bill Danze back on the highway
9-5 way, do or die way
Since were all gangstaed up we gonna do it my way
Homicide way, grown wit a metal fist
(BK!) Home of the chrome deader list
(Oh Yeah!) Willie Dynamite drop bombs
Now who wanna conflict wit the conflict
[Lil' Jon]
We don't give a fuck you actin like a bitch motherfucker!
Get some nuts and be a man motherfucker!
Pussy ass niggas get fucked motherfucker!
And you's a chicken nigga gettin plucked motherfucker!
Droppin dimes snitchin on your whole (was sup) Eastside
Cause nigga you soft like macaroni!
You don't wanna see a nigga pull the nine!
Cause you did the crime, now it's payback time!
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame]
You's a check one, two turn my mic up nigga
I'm a semi-automatic load the pipe up nigga
B-Ville crime boss, I'll knock your top off
Get ya moms, it be a hell of a story for John Walsh
BIA BIATCH! Look nigga look into to this
What a ridiculous, conspicuous, son of a bitchuous
Lil Fame's a rude bastard; I left my manners at home
You fucked up when you left your hammers at home
[Big Sam]
We gonna kick in the door and get buck my nigga
Slice your ass up like a piece of meat my nigga
Ride ya 'round the town in the fuckin trunk my nigga
'Fore we dump your bitch ass in the creek my nigga
Or we might duck tape your ass to the toilet nigga
Then turn the iron on high and burn it nigga
Die at da door and your ass probably highly fryin nigga
And your tombstone will read, "Here lies a bitch nigga"
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
Ride or die nigga, first fam
Me and mind niggas, will still stand
I come thru this BITCH, with two CLIPS
Full of blue TIPS to show them who I am
Stop doin sucka shit, watch who you fuckin wit
Still put it down in the town on some other shit
(Not that undercover shit), that's not me
I bring grips and raise hell for M.O.P
[Lil Fame]
What the fuck (fuck) y'all (y'all) niggas (huh) want with
Famster (Famster!) Gangster (Gangster!)
We can send your whole platoon
Behind these men loom
Fame & Bill Danze, Siamese twins
Who probably wanna be like (boy)
M.O.P (twins) and Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz
Go ahead lie nigga, hope you try nigga
But you gonna die nigga, fuckin wit live niggas
MY NIGGA!
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon]
We bout to shut this motherfucker down real quick!
I got my motherfucking Brownsville niggas wit me!
New York in this bitch, ATL in this motherfucker!
Dirty South let's ride on it!
[Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz]
There they go my nigga let's get em!
There they go my nigga let's get em!
If you thought shit was over my nigga we never sleep!
If you thought shit was over my nigga we never sleep!
We gonna sneak a motherfucker like niggas on the creep!
We gonna sneak a motherfucker like niggas on the creep!
Like that goddammit y'all niggas get got!
Like that goddammit y'all niggas get got!
We gonna break a nigga down like keys on the block!
We gonna break a nigga down like keys on the block!
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
My God
[Intro: Elephant Man]
Eastside Boyz (Yep! Atlanta Georgia) mayday!!!
Good to go (The dirty south again!)
Elephant Man, Likkle Jon, Busta Rhymes
Alright, weh we fi do wid di dance!!!!
(Give dem di dance now, buss di dance now)
Shizzle, Jamaica, New York, Eastside Boyz (You know come on!)
Aiyyo Likkle Jon, Busta! Oonu ready fi tek di dancefloor, alright
This a now fi do then, do then
Dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Signal di plane now fi do then, do then
Dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Pon di river yuh fi do then, do then
Dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Di higher level yuh fi do then, do then
Yuh dance and tek it to dem, to dem, come on!!!!
[Chorus: Ying Yang Twins] + (Elephant Man)
Three, six, nine, damn your fine
Move it till you sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low (Get Low) get low (Get low) get low (Get low)
(Elephant Man: Come on!)
To the window (EM: Give dem di dance now) to the wall (To the wall) (EM: Buss di
dance now)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (My Balls!)
All these bitches crawl (Crawl)
Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)
Y'all skeet skeet god damn (God Damn!!!)
Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)
Y'all skeet skeet god damn (God Damn!!!)
[Verse 1: Lil' Jon]
Hey! Hey! Let me see you get, a get low (You Scared!)
Turn your body yo the, to the flo' (You scared!)
Let me see you get, a get low (You Scared!)
Turn your body to the, to the flo' (You scared!)
Shake that ass girl, shake it fast girl
Shake that ass to the left to the right girl
Shake that ass girl, shake it fast girl
Shake that ass to the left to the right girl
Let me see you just, back, back, back it up (Awww shit!!!)
Back, back, back it up (Awww shit)
Back, back, back it up (Awww shit)
Back, back, back it up (Awww shit)
Let me see you just stop (Oh!) wiggle with it (Yeah!)
Stop (Oh!) wiggle with it (Yeah!)
Stop (Oh!) wiggle with it (Yeah!)
Stop (Oh!) wiggle with it (Yeah!)
[Verse 2: Elephant Man]
Gal shake up yuh booty, when yuh shake it up yuh get mi rudey
Wouldn't mind fi see yuh get nudey
Miss cutie cutie, love di way yuh wine and how yuh movey
Dem gal deh can wine trust me and dem waistline groovy
Wine around like a blue movie
Tek it to dem Keisha and Susie
Hey! Do di pon di river do di pon di river hey!
Do di higher level do di higher level hey!
Signal di plane signal di plane hey!
Alright give dem a run just give dem a run hey!
Shake yuh booty yuh fi shake it slow
Rotate like di tire dem a Texaco (Whoa)
Everywhere yuh go man just step pon yuh Kso
Just fi get yuh ting dem a promise yuh peso
Dem a seh yuh hype and wonder how yuh stay so
Make monkey face, gal go down slow
Tic tac toe we got dem all in a row
Get rich and get mad nuh bodda hold him Joe
Big up Danger Voo dem a tornado
Do di dance, alright, come on
Chorus: Ying Yang Twins (Elephant Man)
Three, six, nine, damn your fine
Move it till you sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low (Get Low) get low (Get low) get low (Get low)
(Elephant Man: Come on!)
To the window (EM: Give dem di dance now) to the wall (To the wall) (EM: Buss di
dance now)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (My Balls!)
All these bitches crawl (Crawl)
Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)
Y'all skeet skeet god damn (God Damn!!!)
Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)
Y'all skeet skeet god damn (God Damn!!!)
[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
Aiyyo! Check it!!!
I'm comin through with a thick crew playa (Waddup!)
You can't believe I'm on the shit too playa (Waddup!)
I'm a sit and watch your girl put it on me (Waddup!)
I love it when you got your ass clappin for me (Waddup!)
Your big ass cover the back of my harley (Waddup!)
Ass from the front to the back of the party (Waddup!)
That's right (Yeah girl) that's it (Come on!)
Get low shorty shake that shit (Come on!)
If you ain't got learned get it down packed mami
With all that ass you got sittin on your back mami
Now all my shorties need to get in line
I said because I'm only gonna tell you one more time
Cause if that ass kind of stocky and fat
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up bounce (BACK!!!!)
While I, get dough (Get dough!!!) smoke dro (Smoke dro!!!)
Get low because I fuckin said so
Elephant Man: Come on!!!
[Chorus: Ying Yang Twins] + (Elephant Man)
Three, six, nine, damn your fine
Move it till you sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low (Get Low) get low (Get low) get low (Get low)
(Elephant Man: Come on!)
To the window (EM: Give dem di dance now) to the wall (To the wall) (EM: Buss di
dance now)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (My Balls!)
All these bitches crawl (Crawl)
Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)
Y'all skeet skeet god damn (God Damn!!!)
Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)
Y'all skeet skeet god damn (God Damn!!!)
[Outro: Elephant Man]
This a now fi do then, do then
Dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Signal di plane now fi do then, do then
Dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Pon di river yuh fi do then, do then
Dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Di higher level yuh fi do then, do then
Yuh dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Yeah, Elephant Man, Lil Jon, Busta Rhymes, Eastside Boyz
Jamaica, New York, L.A. shizzle, do di dance now (Come on!)
Do di dance now, give dem di dance now
Miami Florida, shizzle, it's summer, come on!!!
Summertime give dem di dance summertime buss di dance
Give dem di dance now, give dem di dance
Give dem di dance a dat di girls want
Give dem di dance Likkle Jon give dem di dnace
Give dem di dance Busta give dem di dance
Buss di dance Likkle John buss di dance
Elephant Man, tell, what more you want
What, hey hey, it the kings of crunk
Bitch (bitch), Lil Jon (Lil Jon), Lil Bo (Lil Bo), Big Sam (Big Sam), hey (hey),
This shit right here for everybody that's proud of the motherfuckin city (yeah)
you proud of your mothafuckin' neighborhood (yeah) shit! (shit!)
Let's go,
Ohh what's this shit that you throwin' up, East side nigga,
Ohh What's the click that you represent, West side nigga,
Ohh what's this shit that you throwin' up, North side nigga,
Ohh what's the click that you represent, South side nigga.
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk
Wonderin' who am I, I'm bo hagon BME representer heaven sent a nigga who enter this cold as the winter,
step away from the top, step away from the block, step away from shootin' or gettin shot, bitch nigga
fuck that you buck we buck back, what you think we cut slack for some kind of tough cat,
just cause some nigga was dead, with the head leakin out, pink and red leakin out, now them feds sneakin out, nigga fuck it, we'll hop in the bucket and haul ass, you was mad cous I seen you was
we'll hop in the bucket and haul ass, you a snake cause I seen you was creepin' in tall grass,
I bust em all fast repeatedly, and heatedly tryed to make that
mothafucker leave imediately ima pimp I'm a gansta all the above and I'm worldwide
babygirl show me some love, we gon drank real good and decent bud bo hagon you don't give a damn
we don't give a fuck.
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk
You from the south side nigga represent that shit
You from the mid-west nigga represent that shit
You from that east coast nigga represent that shit
You from the west coast nigga represent that shit
Now throw your motherfuckin' click up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' boys up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' squad up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' sets up high in the sky
Get crunk in this bitch, shake your dreads in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, throw some bows in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, niggas start that shit
Get crunk in this bitch, niggas start that shit
Get crunk in this bitch, start pushing and shit
Get crunk in this bitch, run around in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, run around in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, start a mosh pit
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk
Now bitch niggas straight crunk
Its beena long time for a nigga to act the way
we actin'
I tell you what, its been a long time for a nigga
to act like the way we livin'
Well fuck us, shiat
(Straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk,
straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk,
straight crunk)
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck hoe
If your ass act up, we'll stomp that ass to the floor
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck hoe
If your ass act up, we'll stomp that ass to the floor
Pussy nigga, what what, pussy nigga, what what
Bitch nigga, what what, bitch nigga, what what
Pussy nigga, what what, pussy nigga, what what
Bitch nigga, what what, bitch nigga, what what
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
I see a south, your ass feel so numb yeah!
Mud bath, acrobat, a midnight drive
And everybody's slippin everybody survive
Radio talk show try to project
Everything you need when you gotta connect
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you feel it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you see it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you wanna make it all right
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you feel it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you see it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you wanna make it all right
Blacken the sun!
What have I done?
I feel so bad I feel so numb yeah!
Blacken the sun!
What have I done?
I feel so cool I feel so numb yeah!
Yeah, Sugar sweet braniac on your neck
Get in to tomorrow man I gotta Refrainect
A blue world dream girl up the street
Gotta wake her up cause I don't want her to dream
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you feel it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you see it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you wanna make it all right
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you feel it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you see it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you wanna make it all right
Blacken the sun!
What have I done?
I feel so bad I feel so numb yeah!
Blacken the sun!
What have I done?
I feel so cool I feel so numb yeah!
Yeah, Jingle jangle comin gonna crush your back
Well everybody want it gotta take it back
Rain trash porn slash what is why
Look into forever revolutionize
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you feel it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you see it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you wanna make it all right
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you feel it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you see it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon you wanna make it all right
Blacken the sun!
What have I done?
I feel so bad I feel so numb yeah!
Blacken the sun!
What have I done?
I feel so cool I feel so numb yeah!
[Lil Bo - Talking]
Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherfuckers
On this here album right
But this motherfucker bout over and uh
Time for me to get the hell on
Been in the studio, the motherfucking sun coming up
In this bitch, motherfucker, been in this motherfucking studio
Working hard on this motherfucking album
[Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in]
What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherfucking studio
Kit, all the boys higher den a motherfucker
We got Tim over there fucking up shit
Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin
Hope y'all enjoyed this motherfucker
It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together
Go look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte
And who knows what else to motherfucking expect
From the motherfucking BME ya little Biatch
[Chorus x2]
[Chyna Whyte]
It's one time for my soldiers on the front line
Strapped with AKs, and car bombs
With K-nine blood lines
It's one time for my killers on the front line
Strapped P-nines and semi-autos
Actin like it's no tomorrow
[Chyna Whyte]
To survive in this world makes me a soldier
Cause I wear Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colder
Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years
Now I shed tears, nigga, I ain't happy here
Like pot, so I blow herb thinking it'll stop the pain
When I come down I'll still be left with the strain
So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry
And I don't give a fuck why
Nigga I was born to die
In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi
Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can't see me
Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa
Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter
Sha-sha click, cock it, rock it
Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin
Nuttin but motherfucking nines and
Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump
Knock you on yo ass like Humpty Dump
Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial
Deadly like disease venereal
Game as be RD imperial
Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know
Ain't no log when that fo'-fo'
Ejaculate up in your fo' door
Bitch die slow, lyrical calico
Purple tablets I flow
None want war, Gambino
Emptyin clips, I rips
Motevl I flips
Words comin off the lips like Teflon's hips
IT'S ONE TIME!
[Lil Jon]
Lil Jon, East Side Boyz, Ballin-G, shit we pimpin bitch
[Hook]
Baby I just want you to know
That I don't trust you but I need you
And I can't let you go no
And baby I just need you to promise me
That you won't hurt me or desert me and the everything I need
[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
[MJG]
Ain't no way I can control my P.I
See why women hit the strip and wanna be my bitch (bitch)
Break them heels off and make me rich
Now which one of these old tramps you gonna pick
I'm the M-J-G
I be rollin in big classics
Caddilacs, top drop back, hoe its a habit
Ain't no rabbits in my hat
No drinks on my allie
Let's stay spendin some money to fuck challie
I'm a pimps baby
Cut me I bet ya I please bitches
Ain't no shame in my game
I needs bitches to increase my dividends
I'm livin in shit that looks like i'm makin the killin in
I'm a plan maker
I'm the man that can break a school girl down to be in the grand shaker
In a strip club somewhere near you I makes it happen
M-J-G slash breakin these bitches slash rapper
[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
[8 Ball]
I'm a dawg bitch
You ain't in love with me at all
Got ya hand out tryin to get something from big ball
Look I told you I hang with niggaz that pimp hoes
Shakin every trap and collectin from strip shows
I'm a fat playa with a mouth full of gold
I be smokin plenty dro
But I don't put none up my nose
Qualification for any selection I'm makin
Fast talkin, street walkin, non-stop trip breakin
They don't keep nothin dough
They bring it straight to daddy
You catch them stealin dawg
You beat that ass badly
If you not a pimp or broad on the strip
You might not understand this pimpin fallin off my lips
Just don't fake it playa cause it ain't hard to spot
You think you ballin you square like a match box
See I can't help baby
I was born with it
Real hustler have to beat the street and go and get it
[Hook 2 (2x)]
See I don't want to
I do need to
Cause I know I can't trust you
I can't be you
So I'm hopin that one day that you can be true
Cause all of my plans involve you
[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
[Big Sam]
Well I'm Big Sam, got bitches galore
You may have alot of bitches
But I got much more
Short hair, long hair in them fitted suits
Prada boots and hoes that think they cute
But bitch come short with my cheese
Hoe you ain't seen in me
You bets go get me my cheese or you can limp for me
Cause I'm a breaker man and I'm a pimp you see
And I ain't got time for you chickenhead, tricks you fleas
Cause I P-I-M to the P
Pimpin these hoes ain't a thang to me
Been breakin these bitches since '79
Pimpin they ass for them nickles and dimes
And don't give me no excuses
When it come to my money
Cause I'm Nino Brown and you G-Money
And I'm a motherfucker nigga you will never try
Fuck you hoes cause I'm a pimp 'till I die
[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
[Hook 3]
Tell me why (tell me why)
Why you won't stop (why you won't stop)
Your pimpin baby
Cause I need you baby (baby)
See ya won't stop ya pimpin
See ya just won't stop ya pimpin
Ya won't stop ya pimpin
See ya just won't stop....
[Lil Jon]
Won't stop, can't stop this pimpin, know what I'm sayin
its ya boy Lil Jon,
Lil Jon them East Side Boyz, Ballin-G, my girl Oobie
doin this shit for Memphis to H-town to the ATL
this pimpin ain't goin never stop, no matter what a motherfucker do
like my boy Big Ball say "spades ace pimpin fo' ever"
Bi-itch!!
[Hook x2]
Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
Throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
Well what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do
Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do
What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)
Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
[Hook x2]
[Too $hort]
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas, bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor
Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's
You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out
Every time you get mad, you say get the fuck out
But I told her, I said it's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lie
Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-Fly
You just a...
[Hook x2]
[Chyna Whyte]
Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shots
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty South
Burn up the whole block, that's what this here we bout
Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardest
Gonna see who's life is shortest
Regardless this whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to reap my harvest
I'm starvin' less than a life of ballin'
Yet still tryin' to find my callin'
And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain
Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine
Call me a monkey, but look I got King Nine bloodlines
With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow
Name all I borrow
I represent the slums, ate the crumbs
Now I'm reachin' for a new height
Nothin' but love and we grew tight
Played and renew sight
Hustlin' for food tight
Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte
[Hook]
[Big Kap]
Ay yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris nigga), $hort Dogg
(Ay tell them niggaz what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga
[Hook]
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
[REPEAT]
[Verse 1]
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucka where you from (Where you from)
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucka where you from (Where you from)
Well represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Well you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
[Hook]
[Chyna Whyte]
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No Doze and coffee
No sleep, I 'm lookin' 40
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot Benigan's dinner
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swang
Bitches make ya ass clap
I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin' DUI
Look cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'm livin' or die
Who on this track fuckin' with me, y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's inside
Motherfucka
[Hook]
[Ludacris]
Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold
Clear then I shot the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the bows
I rock the shows
Pop, lock, and knock yo nose
You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mob the flo'
I mop and glow
The Feds tryin' to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the pain
Cock back and swing the thang
Yo girl mad cause she told me don't even bring the thang
And then I told her - I said it's cool, get at me
And then my voice got raaasty
Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze
[Hook]
[Too $hort]
Bitch niggaz in the house tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, that's what the callin' you
You'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and live a real life
You just a
Bia Bia
Great white eyes
Bleed away the
Trembling sound
No more time
Body spasm deep
And passing
Acid flesh
Human river stepping
Stones of
Love and death
A living legend's legacy yeah!
Hustler of the dead
Revolution steals the world
And turns the sky to red
Home sweet hellhole to the
Last man on earth
See what the face of evil
Is truely worth yeah!
Turn your eyes
To the sky
A corpse of blue
Night is time
Growing strong
With every moment
Acid flesh
Chaos pulsing
In my viens yeah!
Hell house temptation
Walk on to salvation
Cold steel-pain trust
Hot blood-forever lust
Raw horror make cheap thrills
Twitch the nerve get your fill
Razor make clean cut
River red so what
Gut twisting holiday
Skin dripping pay to play
Stain is blood
Without a doubt
Godslayer action
Eye to fist
Fist to eye
Dig the war anyway
Killing time
Killing time
Bending cracks up
In my mind
Bite down
Bite down
Money burns
In my hands
I can't seem to
Get enough
Hammerhead
Says to you
Love is the one
Thing money can buy
Bite down
Bite down
Down
Down
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
[Hook]
Bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Now that drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop that shit
[Verse 1]
Get yo ass to the floor and shake ya rump
[Repeat 3x's]
Shake, shake, shake, shake
[Repeat 3x's]
Bounce yo ass to the beat while you touch yo feet
[Repeat 3x's]
Pop that thang and roll with it
[Repeat 3x's]
[Hook]
[Chyna Whyte]
I'ma shake-shake it like I wanna
Bounce-bounce it on the floor make you see I wanna
Walk-walk it like a dog right there on the corner
Make you say 'Who that girl with that Thug Life tatted on her'
See people want it ha that's how we do
Screamin' 'Ahh-yah-ya-yah' me and my crew
Live in a zoo
That why I got a strap too
Twurk that ass if I want blow a bag boo
And act a donkey, act a monkey
Get a fifth of gin to see this chick get funky like a junkie
Show what this raw darlin'
6 years of hustlin', see where it brought me
This ghetto monkey, I'm livin' lawless
Livin' life is the hardest
Tryin' to live marvelous in a world full of garbage
I'ma talk it
If you don't want it, don't start it
Cause I'ma put it down the way you want it
Nigga
[Hook]
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
[Lil' Jon]
Pop that pussy hoe
[Repeat 3x's]
Grab that pussy hoe
[Repeat 3x's]
Butterfly hoe and let that pussy breathe
[Repeat 3x's]
Pop, pop, pop that thang girl
[Repeat 3x's]
Shake, shake, shake that ass girl
[Repeat 3x's]
[Hook]
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass
B-B-Bounce that ass
[REPEAT]
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe
Here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Move bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe
Move bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe
Nigga Three Six Mafia burn inside the southern territorial
Leavin' a memorial page in editorial
When ? watch yo back go front ?? Scarecrow
Leave 'em stiff and froze my foes and hit 'em like Rose in China snow
Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin' to toss it
Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses, leave you dead in a closet
Family recked from yo death-death, from yo early death
Packin' some in jars, sendin' two off for the chef
Cause I melt them with medicine
I'm perscription called death when ?
Oh there she go, old triflin' bitch
Straight take a hoe nigga, always out to lick
And when shit is gettin' thick
Out the door she split
She straight slick
But I'm slicker than that bitch gon' get
So now move bitch, get out the way hoe and lay low
So say hoe, you just another stank hoe
Trickin' on the dance flo'
Lookin' kinda slutty though
I'm all about my money hoe when I bump on yo stereo
And everywhere I go, it's the same old shit
Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so bitch fuck this now
They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul)
Slap the fuck out of each and all y'all (all y'all)
I done seen niggaz fall, I done seen niggaz ball
I done seen big girls shake with lil' bitty drawz (bitty drawz)
And uh, the other day this bitch got smacked in the jaw (in the jaw)
I done seen a whole lot, niggaz ain't seen what I saw (yeah)
I'm in it too deep, I could never come flaw (come flaw)
If ya talkin' bout that pistol my nigga you better draw
Okay, always sayin' shit that I mean
Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean
What's up motherfucka what's up
Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up
All these sissy ass hoes talkin' shit about this lady
Why you tryin' to doubt me baby
I'm the shit, you can't fade me
Now look what done happened, we done hooked up with Eastside Boyz
Bringin' noise
Makin' moves like the fuckin' U-Haul boys
Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you nigga
Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but hits increase to bigger figures
Nigga don't play with the muthafuckin' don't play lady
On the way, God damn what you bitches say
Nigga
Ah, Ah, Ahhhh-ha-ha-ha
We comin' through like the Rock bitch
Knock you out yo motherfuckin' socks bitch
Droppin' bows like nothin' wrong bitch
Bitch I'll break yo motherfuckin' nose bitch
Didn't we tell yo ass to move bitch
Now yo head busted ? two fuckin' bricks
So get yo fire and dip hoe
Cause a nigga gone off that Quevo
Why you still runnin' yo mouth bitch
You must've not known who you fuckin' with
We'll leave you dead in a fuckin' ditch
Cause we runnin' with the Three Triple Six
And them guns for them young hoes
We'll leave ya firm like a dildo
All my niggaz doin' Fed time
We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron
I'm lookin' for them big butts
Nothin but them quick sluts
Something kinda freaky like skinny hoe givin' up
Maybe a nigga'll take the camp
Probably let her ride my lap
Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, bitch I'm on the map
I'm the kinda nigga bro' push a 450 hoe
Down the strip, Hennessy I sip on the low-low
Hit me on my ? horn
Can record, make a porn movie
Don't be choosy with this nigga Juicy
Ready to?
What y'all know to be part of this
You gotta be on some heartless shit
And whether it's legal or dirty, I'ma ball regardless trick
And I don't give a fuck if you the tallest or the smallest bitch
Don't none of you hoes know about this order shit
Chyna Whyte I live that street life
And I ain't gon' be happy till I got my momma eatin' right
Still the one to grip that motherfuckin' heater tight
And I'm still tryin' to find a motherfuckin' key to life
Ya heard me
I might not be the freshest nigga up in the club
But shoulda seen when I walked in the hoes said "What the fuck"
They saw me VIP in the VIP y'all
With these Rollies and the ? they be wonderin' "Who are y'all"
We be steppin' no less than 30 deep and thinkin' we some stars
My enterage spendin' no less than 80 G's on they cars
If I took you to my crib you probably wouldn't believe or think I'm liein'
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like ?
I be fuckin' hoes every day of the week
You never could be a better playa than me
Even if you rolled in luxery
I know you sport-coatin' that top knotch freak
You never could be a better playa than me
When I first got to the club it was cool to fuck
Walked passed these hoes and they looked me up and back down again
Recognize a pimp
Next thing I know, I'm tellin' lies again
Sellin' dreams to hoes from everything I know
Grab the microphone then I spit these flows
I came in this muthafucka with my niggaz
I plan on leavin' here with yo bitches
Anybody feel they got a problem with that
You need to take off yo pimp hat nigga
And get the fuck out my way
Cause I don't fuck with scrubs on any day
I can't buy her no drink, she can't ride with me
I don't know her and she can't stand beside me
But yo bitch, I might fuck her
Just because I know you's a sucker
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my nuts go - bitch
Do you like the way they swang
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my nuts go - bitch you keep rappin' in my ear and got me mad as hell
Let me hit that weed, ? what you drinkin'
6 months ago, hoe yo ass wasn't speakin'
Now I see yo face in every bad way stop
Tryin' yo plots since the CD dropped
I went nuts cause I'm like that with Too $heezy
Got no time for you triflin' ass broke breezies
Jon ? doin' thangs, now that's so true
And you bad news bitch I ain't fuckin' with you
Punk bitch think she real smart, runnin' that G
But talk is cheap hoe, spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up and come runnin' to see
If $hort Dog is in the car, Murder 1 is with me
You heard Nationwide was ballin', we make 100's and G's
Takin' trips to the islands, smilin' under the trees
When I step up, all these heffers start comin' for me
Let my nuts go chickenhead you gets nothin' for free
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my nuts go - bitch
Do you like the way they swang
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my muthafuckin' nuts go
Bitch, you keep rappin' in my ear and got me mad as hell
Now we gettin' hell of looks soon as we pimped through the door
And we seen hell of freaks we ain't fucked before
They got some bitches on the prawl of gold-diggin' missions
And my folks is livin' foul, they whoopin' ass with precision
Fallin' back at the club, smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before yo big ass hit the flo'
Let my nuts go
Nigga when I step in the club
Cause y'all blowin' stress and we blowin' bud
I showed him love once and let him come with my crew
Now every fuckin' time he tryin' to jump in line
Yellin' out, "?? can I get in with y'all?"
I ain't feelin' sorry for him, so I tell him, "Hell naw"
Now $hort Records in the VIP
I'ma sock you if you don't get off my N-U-T's
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my nuts go - bitch
Do you like the way they swang
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
You better let my nuts go
Bitch, you keep rappin' in my ear and got me mad as hell
What the fuck my nigga what the fuck (What the fuck)
Back up bitch nigga back (Back up)
Now if you want some (What), come and get some (Get some)
If you want some nigga come get some (Come get some)
Why you all on my nuts like a trick
I heard you was a jailhouse bitch
Nigga
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
I told ya let my nuts go - bitch
Do you like the way they swang
Let my nuts go - you bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my muthafuckin' nuts go
Bitch, you keep rappin' in my ear and got me mad as hell
Uh, the word is Dollar ain't the same
Ever since I started Nation ridin', got a lil' change
Surrounded myself by game, niggaz sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop ridin' my dick
Leave that to yo main bitch, let her live once
Niggaz always surround when I burn my blunts
Give me 3 feet and let me eat
[Lil' Jon]
There's something I wan't to tell you
cause I know that a brother got needs tonight
I ain't trippin on yo pimpin cause that shits tight
but you gotta pay tonight
I know you wanna get laid tonight
but I'm trynna get paid tonight
we ain't even gotta fuss and fight
just give me mine
It's on all night
I know you wanna get in bed with me
but you gotta come correctly
nothin in life is free
especially not me
I hope you
can feel me
when I say
pay before you play with me
wanna taste this
but its priceless
it might be sumthin you ain't never done before
but I'm not yo ordinary hoe
(repeat lines wit stars once)
[Chorus]
I said I'm off in the club (shawty)
not lookin fo love(shawty)
but I'm lookin fo a gurl(shawty)
one I can cut(shawty)
like lil' mommma in the blue(shawty)
she so got-damn cute(shawty)
but she say she need cheese(shawty)
before she get wit me(shawty)
well let me see(shawty)
what it might be(shawty)
and whats yo fee(shawty)
for my fantasy(shawty)
now I ain't rich(shawty)
but I spend a lil' bit(shawty)
so who you wit(shawty)
lets do this shit(shawty)
[Lil' Jon]
I know you wanna get laid tonight
but I'm trynna get paid tonight
we ain't even gotta fuss and fight
just give me mine
It's on all night
I know you wanna get in bed with me
but you gotta come correctly
nothin in life is free especially not me
theres somehtin I wan't to tell you
cause I know that a brother got needs tonight
I ain't trippin on yo pimpin cause that shits tight
but you gotta pay tonight
[Chorus]
shit what you talkin bout (shawty)
that didn't come out yo mouth (shawty)
you say you wan't some cash (shawty)
before I hit that ass (shawty)
I'm not yo boy (shawty)
I ain't no toy (shawty)
don't play no games (shawty)
cause I ain't lame (shawty)
but fo my gurl (shawty)
I'll give her the world (shawty)
ain't no thang (shawty)
to give up that change (shawty)
now I ain't rich (shawty)
but I spend a Lil' bit (shawty)
so who you wit (shawty)
lets do this shit (shawty)
[Lil' Jon]
I know you wanna get laid tonight
but I'm tryna get paid tonight
we ain't even gotta fuss and fight
just give me mine
It's on all night
I know you wanna get in bed with me
but you gotta come correctly
nothin in life is free
especially not me
I will get with you
if you wan't me too
and i'll be by your side
if the price is right
take care of me and i'll take care of you
nothin in life is free
especially not me
I gotta get paid
if you wan't me
come correctly
might be sumthin you ain't never done before
I'm not yo ordinary hoe
[Big Sam]
Aight, motherfuckers
[Lil' Jon]
Bitch niggas run and hide!
(Ha, Yeah) I'm doing this for my niggas!
(NIGGA!)
[Big Sam]
C'mon, C'mon
C'mon, C'mon
Lil' Jon, C'mon, C'mon
[Lil' Jon]
M.O.P MOTHERFUCKERS!
Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz Bitch!
[Chorus x2]
[M.O.P (Lil' Jon)]
(My Nigga!)
You send em will bend em
(My Nigga!)
You Call em will sprawl em
(My Nigga!)
You cut em will bust em
(My Nigga!)
Take them niggas heads off!
[Billy Danze]
All day nigga, Broadway
Your man Bill Danze back on the highway
9-5 way, do or die way
Since were all gangstaed up we gonna do it my way
Homicide way, grown wit a metal fist
(BK!) Home of the chrome deader list
(Oh Yeah!) Willie Dynamite drop bombs
Now who wanna conflict wit the conflict
[Lil' Jon]
We don't give a fuck you actin like a bitch motherfucker!
Get some nuts and be a man motherfucker!
Pussy ass niggas get fucked motherfucker!
And you's a chicken nigga gettin plucked motherfucker!
Droppin dimes snitchin on your whole (was sup) Eastside
Cause nigga you soft like macaroni!
You don't wanna see a nigga pull the nine!
Cause you did the crime, now it's payback time!
[Chorus]
[Lil' Fame]
You's a check one, two turn my mic up nigga
I'm a semi-automatic load the pipe up nigga
B-Ville crime boss, I'll knock your top off
Get ya moms, it be a hell of a story for John Walsh
BIA BIATCH! Look nigga look into to this
What a ridiculous, conspicuous, son of a bitchuous
Lil Fame's a rude bastard; I left my manners at home
You fucked up when you left your hammers at home
[Big Sam]
We gonna kick in the door and get buck my nigga
Slice your ass up like a piece of meat my nigga
Ride ya 'round the town in the fuckin trunk my nigga
'Fore we dump your bitch ass in the creek my nigga
Or we might duck tape your ass to the toilet nigga
Then turn the iron on high and burn it nigga
Die at da door and your ass probably highly fryin nigga
And your tombstone will read, 'Here lies a bitch nigga'
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
Ride or die nigga, first fam
Me and mind niggas, will still stand
I come thru this BITCH, with two CLIPS
Full of blue TIPS to show them who I am
Stop doin sucka shit, watch who you fuckin wit
Still put it down in the town on some other shit
(Not that undercover shit), that's not me
I bring grips and raise hell for M.O.P
[Lil Fame]
What the fuck (fuck) y'all (y'all) niggas (huh) want with
Famster (Famster!) Gangster (Gangster!)
We can send your whole platoon
Behind these men loom
Fame & Bill Danze, Siamese twins
Who probably wanna be like (boy)
M.O.P (twins) and Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz
Go ahead lie nigga, hope you try nigga
But you gonna die nigga, fuckin wit live niggas
MY NIGGA!
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon]
We bout to shut this motherfucker down real quick!
I got my motherfucking Brownsville niggas wit me!
New York in this bitch, ATL in this motherfucker!
Dirty South let's ride on it!
[Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz]
There they go my nigga let's get em!
There they go my nigga let's get em!
If you thought shit was over my nigga we never sleep!
If you thought shit was over my nigga we never sleep!
We gonna sneak a motherfucker like niggas on the creep!
We gonna sneak a motherfucker like niggas on the creep!
Like that goddammit y'all niggas get got!
Like that goddammit y'all niggas get got!
We gonna break a nigga down like keys on the block!
We gonna break a nigga down like keys on the block!
[Chorus]
[Billy Danze]
My God
[Lil Jon]
Lil Jon, East Side Boyz, Ballin-G, shit we pimpin bitch
[Hook]
Baby I just want you to know
That I don't trust you but I need you
And I can't let you go no
And baby I just need you to promise me
That you won't hurt me or desert me and the everything I need
[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
[MJG]
Ain't no way I can control my P.I
See why women hit the strip and wanna be my bitch (bitch)
Break them heels off and make me rich
Now which one of these old tramps you gonna pick
I'm the M-J-G
I be rollin in big classics
Caddilacs, top drop back, hoe its a habit
Ain't no rabbits in my hat
No drinks on my allie
Let's stay spendin some money to fuck challie
I'm a pimps baby
Cut me I bet ya I please bitches
Ain't no shame in my game
I needs bitches to increase my dividends
I'm livin in shit that looks like i'm makin the killin in
I'm a plan maker
I'm the man that can break a school girl down to be in the grand shaker
In a strip club somewhere near you I makes it happen
M-J-G slash breakin these bitches slash rapper
[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
[8 Ball]
I'm a dawg bitch
You ain't in love with me at all
Got ya hand out tryin to get something from big ball
Look I told you I hang with niggaz that pimp hoes
Shakin every trap and collectin from strip shows
I'm a fat playa with a mouth full of gold
I be smokin plenty dro
But I don't put none up my nose
Qualification for any selection I'm makin
Fast talkin, street walkin, non-stop trip breakin
They don't keep nothin dough
They bring it straight to daddy
You catch them stealin dawg
You beat that ass badly
If you not a pimp or broad on the strip
You might not understand this pimpin fallin off my lips
Just don't fake it playa cause it ain't hard to spot
You think you ballin you square like a match box
See I can't help baby
I was born with it
Real hustler have to beat the street and go and get it
[Hook 2 (2x)]
See I don't want to
I do need to
Cause I know I can't trust you
I can't be you
So I'm hopin that one day that you can be true
Cause all of my plans involve you
[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
[Big Sam]
Well I'm Big Sam, got bitches galore
You may have alot of bitches
But I got much more
Short hair, long hair in them fitted suits
Prada boots and hoes that think they cute
But bitch come short with my cheese
Hoe you ain't seen in me
You bets go get me my cheese or you can limp for me
Cause I'm a breaker man and I'm a pimp you see
And I ain't got time for you chickenhead, tricks you fleas
Cause I P-I-M to the P
Pimpin these hoes ain't a thang to me
Been breakin these bitches since '79
Pimpin they ass for them nickles and dimes
And don't give me no excuses
When it come to my money
Cause I'm Nino Brown and you G-Money
And I'm a motherfucker nigga you will never try
Fuck you hoes cause I'm a pimp 'till I die
[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
[Hook 3]
Tell me why (tell me why)
Why you won't stop (why you won't stop)
Your pimpin baby
Cause I need you baby (baby)
See ya won't stop ya pimpin
See ya just won't stop ya pimpin
Ya won't stop ya pimpin
See ya just won't stop....
[Lil Jon]
Won't stop, can't stop this pimpin, know what I'm sayin
its ya boy Lil Jon,
Lil Jon them East Side Boyz, Ballin-G, my girl Oobie
doin this shit for Memphis to H-town to the ATL
this pimpin ain't goin never stop, no matter what a motherfucker do
like my boy Big Ball say 'spades ace pimpin fo' ever'
Bi-itch!!
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
[Hook]
Bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Now that drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop that shit
[Verse 1]
Get yo ass to the floor and shake ya rump
(Repeat 3x's)
Shake, shake, shake, shake
(Repeat 3x's)
Bounce yo ass to the beat while you touch yo feet
(Repeat 3x's)
Pop that thang and roll with it
(Repeat 3x's)
Hook
[Chyna Whyte]
I'ma shake-shake it like I wanna
Bounce-bounce it on the floor make you see I wanna
Walk-walk it like a dog right there on the corner
Make you say "Who that girl with that Thug Life tatted on her"
See people want it ha that's how we do
Screamin' "Ahh-yah-ya-yah" me and my crew
Live in a zoo
That why I got a strap too
Twurk that ass if I want blow a bag boo
And act a donkey, act a monkey
Get a fifth of gin to see this chick get funky like a junkie
Show what this raw darlin'
6 years of hustlin', see where it brought me
This ghetto monkey, I'm livin' lawless
Livin' life is the hardest
Tryin' to live marvelous in a world full of garbage
I'ma talk it
If you don't want it, don't start it
Cause I'ma put it down the way you want it
Nigga
Hook
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
[Lil' Jon]
Pop that pussy hoe
(Repeat 3x's)
Grab that pussy hoe
(Repeat 3x's)
Butterfly hoe and let that pussy breathe
(Repeat 3x's)
Pop, pop, pop that thang girl
(Repeat 3x's)
Shake, shake, shake that ass girl
(Repeat 3x's)
Hook
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass
B-B-Bounce that ass
REPEAT
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe
Aiyyo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte
(Ludacris nigga) $hort Dog (Ay tell them niggaz what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga!
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Well you scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No-Doz and coffee
No sleep, I'm lookin' 40
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot Bennigan's dinner
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swang
Bitches make ya ass clap
I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin' DUI
Look cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'm livin to die
Who on this track fuckin with me, y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker
Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold, "CLEAR!" then I shocked the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the 'bows
I rock the shows; pop lock and knock yo nose
You Bia' Bia', I grab my .44 and mop the flo'
I +Mop & Glo'+; the Feds tryin to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the pain - cock back and swing the thang
Yo' girl mad cause she told me don't even bring the thang
And then I told her - I said it's cool, get at me
And then my voice got raaaassspy
Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze
Bitch niggaz in the house tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, that's what the callin' you
You'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and live a real life
[Lil' Jon] okay....okay....okay....okay....okay....okay....okay….WHAAA!! OKAY!!
[Chorus (Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys)]
You ride up to the club nigga, I don't give a fuck!
Sit yo' ass in the club bitch, I don't give a fuck!
Drinkin' Cris in the V.I., I don't give a fuck!
Talkin' shit 'bout me bitch I don't give a fuck!
You gotta pocket fulla money nigga, I don't give a fuck!
You drinkin' off with them ho's bitch I don't give a fuck!
In the club wit yo' pussy click, I don't give a fuck!
Security on my dick bitch, I don't give a fuck!
[Verse 1 - Lil' Jon]
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas,
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas,
I got that Eastside wit me, I don't give a fuck!
Got that Westside wit me, I don't give a fuck!
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas,
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas,
I got that Northside wit me, I don't give a fuck!
I got that Southside wit me, I don't give a fuck!
We rollin' deep in this bitch so fuck y'all niggas,
We rollin' deep in this bitch so fuck y'all niggas,
I got that dirty south wit me, I don't give a fuck!
I got that midwest wit me, I don't give a fuck!
If security step up we'll crush dem niggas,
If security step up we'll crush dem niggas,
I got that east coast wit me, I don't give a fuck!
I got that west coast with me, I don't give a fuck!
[Chorus]
You ride up to the club nigga, I don't give a fuck!
Sit yo' ass in the club bitch, I don't give a fuck!
Drinkin' Cris in the V.I., I don't give a fuck!
Talkin' shit 'bout me bitch I don't give a fuck!
You gotta pocket fulla money nigga, I don't give a fuck!
You drinkin' off with them ho's bitch I don't give a fuck!
In the club wit yo' pussy click, I don't give a fuck!
Security on my dick bitch, I don't give a fuck!
[Verse 2 - Mystikal]
Man (Man) I do this in spite, my mom ain't married, bitch I'm a bastard!
Nigga I fuck over me, you know what I do to these rappers?
They come in here huffin' and puffin' and screamin' and cussin' and bustin' me
first
Nigga you betta calm yo' ass down unless you excited to see me in person,
I'm rollin' with thugs and (?) ughhh, that's cuz it's on killaz,
We gon' teach you ol' punk ass niggas to respect our power it figures,
Throw one of a kind boy when we be pourin' up in the club,
You're going down boy too bad fuck, we're sorry for ya,
Listen let's not to get shook,
But I ain't the one to come lookin',
Cuz all I can tell the police is, I am not a crook,
I fuck big fine bitches, my dick get hard, watch it grow,
Then gimme fine head, blow my shotgun, tastes good don't it,
Now tell me that ain't the life,
Tellin' me my niggas ain't for life,
Now tell me that shit ain't tight,
Tell me that y'all wanna be just like me,
I beat these bitches down, I watch these powers up,
Nigga you talkin' shit (huh?!) Ho you better POWER UP!
[Chorus]
You ride up to the club nigga, I don't give a fuck!
Sit yo' ass in the club bitch, I don't give a fuck!
Drinkin' Cris in the V.I., I don't give a fuck!
Talkin' shit 'bout me bitch I don't give a fuck!
You gotta pocket fulla money nigga, I don't give a fuck!
You drinkin' off with them ho's bitch I don't give a fuck!
In the club wit yo' pussy click, I don't give a fuck!
Security on my dick bitch, I don't give a fuck!
[Verse 3 - Krayzie Bone]
Y'all niggas ain't ready for this,
Muthafuckas ain't steady for this,
Cuz y'all still ain't learn,
Nigga got a 4-4 cocked, In a flick so hot make a muthafucka feel that burn,
Niggas ain't workin' wit an earn,
You stay up off my dick don't back talk my nigga finna' get up in 'em,
Back up off of this nigga, the one nigga that fucked up they set up the talkin',
Barkin' betta block 'em off the nigga talkin, sparkin',
Betta watch and dodge and nevermind me call it,
Where da thugs at up in this bitch,
Fuck a nigga up y'all represent,
Gimme some gin, gimme some hen,
Naw just gimme both and I'll mix it all in,
Who wanna take a lil' sip of this in,
Let me get ya twisted man,
We's on fire,
Don't stop droppin' dem that's a lie,
We just won't die,
We come back fightin' and never hide it or ever this time,
We feelin' this rhyme,
So any nigga wanna get involved, what you think you can fuck wit my dogs?,
Nigga you thinkin' you rubbin' us while we're thuggin this,
Did you think you can fuck wit us, BONE, BONE-BONE-BONE-BONE,
You ready to do this the hell with the song,
We ain't gotta tell you it's on,
You know it's poppin' the glock to put a stop to the ho shit,
Y'all still can't fuck wit us and never will because,
We too fuckin' cold, too fuckin bold,
Now tell me these sons is ready to roll with them god damn Bone's,
[Chorus]
You ride up to the club nigga, I don't give a fuck!
Sit yo' ass in the club bitch, I don't give a fuck!
Drinkin' Cris in the V.I., I don't give a fuck!
Talkin' shit 'bout me bitch I don't give a fuck!
You gotta pocket fulla money nigga, I don't give a fuck!
You drinkin' off with them ho's bitch I don't give a fuck!
In the club wit yo' pussy click, I don't give a fuck!
Security on my dick bitch, I don't give a fuck!
dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low, Get Low, Get Low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all you bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
Shortie crunk so fresh so clean
can she fuck that question been harassing me in the mind
this bitch is fine
I done came to the club about 50th 11 times
now can I play with yo panty line
the club owner said I need to calm down
security guard go to sweating me now
We got drunk then a motherfucker threaten me now
She getting crunk in the club I mine she work it
Then I like to see the female twerking
taking the clothes off BUCKEY naked
ATL. Hoe don't disrespect it
Pa pop yo pussy like this
cause yin yang twins in this bitch
Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me
and we all like to see Ass and tities
Now bring yo ass over here hoe
and let me see you get low if you want this Thug
Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act you can keep
yo ass where you at
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low, Get Low, Get Low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Turn dat ass (EH!) shake it fast ya (EH!)
Pop dat ass (EH!) to the left and the right ya (EH!)
Turn dat ass (EH!) shake it fast ya (EH!)
Pop dat ass (EH!) to the left and the right ya (EH!)
Now back, back, back it up (Ahhh!)
a back,(Ahhh!) back, back it up (Ahhh!)
a back,(Ahhh!) back, back it up (Ahhh!)
a back,(Ahhh!) back, back it up (Ahhh!)
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit, yeaaaa
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit, yeaaaa
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit, yeaaaa
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit, wiggle wit it
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low, Get Low, Get Low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend
Stupid bitch standing there while I'm drinking my hen
Steady looking at me Still asking questions
Times up nigga pass me another contestant
Hoe move to the left if you ain't bout 50th
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
looking at a nigga with yo palm all out
bitch I ain't even seen you dance
Twerk something baby work something baby
Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby
Slide down dat bitch
wit yo little bit then stop
Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop
Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands
I just wanna see yo ass drity dance
ying yang we done again
And put it on the map like annnnn
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low, Get Low, Get Low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
Got dam (Got dam) ya y'all twreking a little bit ladies
But ya got to twrek alittle bit harder then dat
now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite
(where my sexy ladies) we want y'all to do this shit like this
Bend over to the front touch toes
back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes
back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes
back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes
back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low, Get Low, Get Low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum---Brrrrrrrmmmmm
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum---Brrrrrrrmmmmm
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum
dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low, Get Low, Get Low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all you bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
Shortie crunk so fresh so clean
can she fuck that question been harassing me in the mind
this bitch is fine
I done came to the club about 50th 11 times
now can I play with yo panty line
the club owner said I need to calm down
security guard go to sweating me now
We got drunk then a motherfucker threaten me now
She getting crunk in the club I mine she work it
Then I like to see the female twerking
taking the clothes off BUCKEY naked
ATL. Hoe don't disrespect it
Pa pop yo pussy like this
cause yin yang twins in this bitch
Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me
and we all like to see Ass and tities
Now bring yo ass over here hoe
and let me see you get low if you want this Thug
Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act you can keep
yo ass where you at
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low, Get Low, Get Low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Turn dat ass (EH!) shake it fast ya (EH!)
Pop dat ass (EH!) to the left and the right ya (EH!)
Turn dat ass (EH!) shake it fast ya (EH!)
Pop dat ass (EH!) to the left and the right ya (EH!)
Now back, back, back it up (Ahhh!)
a back,(Ahhh!) back, back it up (Ahhh!)
a back,(Ahhh!) back, back it up (Ahhh!)
a back,(Ahhh!) back, back it up (Ahhh!)
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit, yeaaaa
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit, yeaaaa
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit, yeaaaa
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit, wiggle wit it
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low, Get Low, Get Low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend
Stupid bitch standing there while I'm drinking my hen
Steady looking at me Still asking questions
Times up nigga pass me another contestant
Hoe move to the left if you ain't bout 50th
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
looking at a nigga with yo palm all out
bitch I ain't even seen you dance
Twerk something baby work something baby
Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby
Slide down dat bitch
wit yo little bit then stop
Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop
Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands
I just wanna see yo ass drity dance
ying yang we done again
And put it on the map like annnnn
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low, Get Low, Get Low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
Got dam (Got dam) ya y'all twreking a little bit ladies
But ya got to twrek alittle bit harder then dat
now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite
(where my sexy ladies) we want y'all to do this shit like this
Bend over to the front touch toes
back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes
back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes
back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes
back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low, Get Low, Get Low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
To all skee skee motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skee skee got dam (Got dam)
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum---Brrrrrrrmmmmm
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum---Brrrrrrrmmmmm
Brrr dum dum dum---dum da da da da dum
Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight,
Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight
Wuz up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up
Who u wit', who u wit', who u wit',
get crunk, who u wit
To the flo', to the flo', to the flo', to the flo',to the flo',
to the flo, let's go, let's go, to the flo', to the flo', to the flo',
to the flo', to the flo', to the flo', to the flo', let's go
Get 'em up
Just bounce, just ride
Just ride
Grab shawty
Now hump, now hump, now hump, just hump
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, shawty
Just drop
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, like this
Freak sumethin'
shawty
Little lower now
Get higher now
, shawty
Wuz up!
Just bounce
Eastside playa's don't give a what
Westside playa's don't give a what
Southside playa's don't give a what
So put 'em up , so put 'em up (put 'em up)
Highclass playa's don't give a what
Eastside playa's don't give a what
Westside playa's don't give a what
So put 'em up (put 'em up), so put 'em up
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
Cut loose motherfucker, go bad go hard!
In the club motherfucker, go bad go hard!
In the truck motherfucker, go bad go hard!
Throw it up motherfucker, go bad go hard!
We 30 deep (30 deep) we bleed the block (bleed the block)
We milk the Ave. for damn near e'rythang the Ave. got (Ave. got)
We do the fools (do the fools) we act a nut (act a nut)
We set it off up in this bitch and tear the club up
What it do? What it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the cups in the trunk
For the thugs and the broads with the G-string drawers
up in here straight break it all off (break it all off)
Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim?
Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne
Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain
outta control, we so cold (so cold)
I'm on another level (another level)
Went head up with the devil (with the devil)
I never been a sucka (been a sucka)
I always been a rebel (been a rebel)
What's your stompin ground? (stompin ground)
What turf you from? (turf you from)
What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1
Vallejo! That's all I yell (that's all I yell)
Speakin of yea' I hope I never have to go back to slangin llello (slangin llello)
We fuckin around (fuckin around) like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff D-Town
Puttin it down from my house all the way to yo' house
back to the fuckin south!
Could it be the way that I be reppin (WHYYY!) for my niggaz?
Could it be the way that Petey Petey (RIIDE!) for my niggaz?
Showin niggaz love (love) raise up motherfucker!
You need to be reachin down pullin yo God-damn shirt up, that's love!
Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home
Wherever you lay yo' God-damn Kangol down motherfucker!
Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter
Wherever yo' ass got lots of fat for all that God-damn trunk
Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin
I took a unknown piece land (and planted) a God-damn flag!
Say I didn't (DID!) motherfucker I'd die for this
I done my God-damn thang, I brought my folks in this somma bitch
Hot Atlanta! The Bay Area!
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise (noise!) with Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys
(Boys!) Y'all niggaz don't want no shit (shit) with E-40 & The Click
(The Click) And you can say whatchu want homeboy
(homeboy) I'll always be the one that ill!
From the land of the trill, where the vanity's real
And yo man'll be peeled or at least branded, God-damnit we ill
More horror than "Amityville", no sorrow; hand me the steel
Your tomorrow I can't even feel - oughta be plannin ya will
UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin ya smile
Keepin boppers in file, standin on top of the pile
And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't bout shoppin and style
This bout syrup and candy paint, you see us choppin for miles
Out the black and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if they take yo' flax
You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks and you'll crack-back yo' back
Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphenalia
Gun that'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya
Memph', Tenn representer (uhh) Orange Mile nigga (yeah)
Symbol of the south, legendary rhyme spitter (uh-huh)
From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods (uhh)
From A-T-L to M-I-A, deep off in the hood (yeah)
Twankies on coupes (yeah) money-makin sluts (what)
You trippin if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks
Dogs in the yard (yeah) pistol on the seat (uhh)
Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks
My nigga Earl hollered (whassup) big Ball got it poppin (that's right)
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk
[Lil' Jon talking:]
Yeah!
Right about now (whats up)
It's time for the real nigga role call
Now when you hear your city or state being called
You put your motherfuckin' middle finger up in this bitch
ATL, St. Louis, Alabahma, Chicago, The Carolina's, Nep Town,
DC, The Bay Area, VA, Miami, New York niggas, texas, You know!
[hook]
[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit my niggas ho! [x4]
[chorus]
[Lil' Jon and Ice Cube:]
Mothafuck that nigga! [x4]
Mothafuck that bitch! [x4]
[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll bitches!
Come on flexin' ass flauntin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some real ass treal ass niggas!
Your niggas!
Be some ho ass pussy ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some head-bustin' gangsta ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some runnin' and scared ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some Roy Jone beat ya ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some cake and handcuffin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some 'Send them hoes out!' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some tricking 'Don't pay them hoes!' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some Don Juan piumpin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some 22 havin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some chopper street sweepin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Them ol' half ounce sellin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some dirty bird movin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some kissin' security ass ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Fuck them hoes and let 'em know ass niggas!
[Hook]
[Chorus]
[Ice Cube:]
See I'ma mean nigga
Youse afraid nigga
Ol' pretend nigga
Smile and grin nigga
I hate a false niggas
Diana Ross nigga
So if ya lost nigga
Meet tha boss nigga
He's a super nigga
Grin and groupa nigga
Act stupid nigga
I'll fuckin' nuke tha nigga
Cuz youse a happy nigga
And ima nappy nigga
Fuckin' scrappy nigga
Meet ya pappy nigga
Its ice cube nigga
And lil jon nigga
So if ya drunk nigga
Keep it crunk nigga
Til' you punk nigga
Feel tha bump nigga
Get yo testifying ass in tha trunk nigga
You wanna tell nigga
I'll dump a shell nigga
Send a frail nigga
Str8 ta hell nigga
Thats ya shelter nigga
Help-a-skelta nigga
And when I belt a nigga
They'll know nigga!
[hook]
[chorus]
[Lil Jon Talking:]
Yeah!
I see you and your lil click up in tha club nigga
I see ya'll niggas over there talkin' that shit
But you know what nigga
Bitch niggas get dealt wit motherfuckin' real quick!
[Ice Cube:]
Here we come boy
Real niggas shoot ta kill betta run boy
Or you can tell me how I feel as a
Real nigga
Which nigga
Go get a bitch nigga
No better
Hoes better do what I say
Cuz I'm insane in tha brain
Bitch I got rip chains in my veins
Real niggas never change
We just let it bang
Roll thru tha gutter lane
Daddy said let 'em hang
And cut 'em like its butter mayne
Skeet skeet skeet
Naw thats tha other mayne
Cuz my skeet never leave
Gotta struggle mayne
TNA ain't workin' niggas DNA
That crazy bitch'll have ya ass off E&J;
Fake niggas got these real bitches bein' gay
Til my peoples come around its like night and day
Now she wanna change her god and the way she pray
Authentic niggas all know thats tha playa way
[hook]
[chorus]
[Lil Jon:]
We runnin this bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't shit
We runnin this bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't shit
We in tha club gettin' crunk
You in tha club gettin' stomped
We in tha club gettin' crunk
You in tha club gettin' stomped
We in tha hood on tha block
You in tha hood gettin' shot
We in tha hood on tha block
You in tha hood gettin' shot
We quick ta show you what we bout
You quick to run ya fuckin' mouth
We quick ta show you what we bout
You quick to run ya fuckin' mouth
Real niggas from tha east
And we got a fuckin' piece
Real niggas from tha east
And we got a fuckin' piece
We against tha niggas from tha west
Puttin' holes in ya vest
We against tha niggas from tha west
Puttin' holes in ya vest
My midwest niggas hard
Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card
My midwest niggas hard
Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card
And down south we set if off
Blow ya fuckin' face off
And down south we set if off
Blow ya fuckin' face off (real nigga role call!)
Yeah this Roy Jones Jr.
Pound for pound the baddest thing throwin' down
The undisputed light heavyweight champion of the world
We about to knock niggas heads off with this put yo hood up remix
Lil' Jone and the East Side Boyz
Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte
Represent y'all in the hood tonight
Yeah, yeah, uh uh
Put yo hood up
Put yo hood up
Put yo hood up
Put yo hood up
Put yo click up
Put yo click up
Put yo click up
Put yo click up
Represent yo shit motherfucker
Represent yo shit motherfucker
Represent yo click motherfucker
Represent yo click motherfucker
I hold a 44 from the side angle
Gunshots below the waist'll make ya thigh dangle
Uh you know Kiss, all I do is puff hem all day
Gettin' money in the Bluff or on MLK
Since they brough gold back
I bought me a gold mack
To explode I leave ya back on Old National
I'm in a gentlemen's club with gentlemen thugs
But they call my hood pool dog cause we swimmin' in drugs
Get high, get drunk, and we get shit crunk
Violate you might die or just get jumped
Jadakiss, Lil' Jon and them Eastside Boyz
D-Block, every nigga got at least five toys
Double R till they put me in the ground
And I come back as a bullet, nigga put me in the pound
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared
What up niggas the remix, put yo hood up niggas
It's the dirty boy's home town, yeah bitch I'm on now
Act any motherfuckin' way I want cause shit I'm in my own house
Music - extra, extra loud
Shorties - extra, extra out
My flows - four mics, get The Source bitch and check it out
I came to knock this bastard down
Juic - ya bleedin' now
You be it - the Petey style
Why - hit the curb man I got 'em
With the open mouth
All I hear is oohs and awes
What ya mama said, damn Petey king now
Pow, I'm on they tails now
Helicopter well now
From Carolina to the ATL, it's hell now
Ah, simmer down, simmer down
Before they kick our ass out
Lil' Jon thanks for the sixteen, yeah now
Ha ha, keep the fame nigga I'm in it for the dough
Fuck the glow, what's the sense if you ain't got cash to blow
I had to shift my gears from fast to slow
And get it past they time
Hopin' that when I call home they dead or press the nine
I bet yo hood can't fuck with mine
Ooh the language I speak when them people roll around
And niggas just don't crack they leak
And they too quick to quack they beak
You hungry nigga's ribs touchin' what
Now you want half my meat
You know the narrow
Nigga I still run with the four pound metals
Still lacin' the tracks with the pain of the ghetto
You boys livin' a dream like the Cosbys
And I'm tell ya one mo' time, no that ain't me on Foxy
Don't get it twisted I got hitters that'll do you in
And if the Feds come I got hitters that'll do my ten
With no problem, on every song I plant my flow blossom
From guns to gospel, Chyna Whyte AKA The Apostle
Bia bia - put yo click up and shout it out loud
Bia bia - put yo click up and shout it out loud
Bia bia - get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd
Bia bia - get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
Say nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Diamonds in my peace of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamonds diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of chain
This shit right here (whats up)
For all my niggas in the south (ok)
Makin big dough (know what I'm talking bout)
Makin big long dollars
All my niggas in H-Town
New Orleans, Dallas Texas
Mississippi All over the south
Shit of course the ATL (All over the south)
All my niggas rockin those diamonds and pieces in there chains
Now we done talked about the pinky ring
And talked about the gold grill
So tell me
What's left to give really yo spine a cold chill
We call some call em diamonds
We call em ice
It varies in the sizes the shape
The color and the price
From canary yellow, ruby red to baby blue
One stone or maybe two
Fuck it cause we all cant be babies fool
Some of its jazzy
Some of it cant be real
Nigga say its sittin platinum
Knowin its stainless steel shit
I seen all kinds of medallions
On the necks of rappers
Drug dealers, Marks, ball players and stallions
?? shit they buy them hoes by the dozen
O.G. nigga get a new piece
Pass the old down to his cousin
Spell out your name, your corner, your clique
I know a pimp that got a piece with a bitch sucking his dick
So what you waiting for you shy men?
Come join the fly men
That'll push like hymens for (diamonds)
With perfect timing
Some folks'll kill to have a real diamond
You get some grade A rocks and in 20years they still shining
No need to worry, women will find em
But if they gaze at yo karrots for to long it will blind em
Cubic Zirconia helped the whole hood fine
Now that everybody can bling we having good times
I'm writing clever rhymes feeling like forever grindin
A diamond in the rough
Buff me up and hear me shine
I used to hit these streets and slang
Hussling in these peoples game
Now its just for piece n' thang
I aint tryin' to preach you man
I aint tryin' to heat your flame
I just wanna teach your brain
I'm so full of flavor I'm give some to the weak and blang
M-J- fucking G
Touch me I'm in reaching range
Lets hit the beach and hang
For pimpin ill be the blame
A ?? droppin this knowledge will help me explain
About my Diamonds, my pimpin and my piece of chain
Yea Yea
Yeeeaah
Bitch I'm coming down
Coming down tough
Bitch I'm coming down with them diamonds I'm my cup
Im shining so hard
My pinky ring done
Ruby in the middle
Got yo baby mama frozen
25 karrots in the BME piece
To many karrots in my mother fucking teeth
In my chain
Them thangs
Big like boulders
My rocks cutting up like Taliban soldier
Cause down in the dirty it aint no drama or no beef
Its all about them diamonds in yo piece I guarantee
Man I know a nigga wit a mouth full of gold
On the top he had the SOUTH
And on the bottom LIKE WHOA
Big Sam with 36 off in my chain
4? off in my wood a woodgrain
And my piece I'm bout to precious cut them thangs
(feat. Usher, Ludacris)
[Intro - Lil' Jon]
Usher...
Lil' Jon...
Ludacris...
[Usher {with Lil' Jon}]
Yeah, man
Once again, it's on {It's on}
You know we had to do it again, right?
[Lil' Jon]
We had to do it again, boy
Want you to sing to these ladies, man
[Usher (with vocalizing)]
(Ohh-oh-oh-ohh)
A'ight, so I'm up first? A'ight, lemme have it...
(Ohh-oh-oh-ohh)
Let's do it...
[1st Verse - Usher]
Baby, how ya doin'?
Hope that 'cha fine, wanna know what you got in mind,
And I'm,
Got me fiendin' like Jodeci, girl, I can't leave you alone,
Take a shot of this here Petrone' and it's gon' be on,
V.I.P. done got way too crowded,
I'm about to end up callin' it a night,
You should holla at 'cha girl, tell her you shake it and seized,
Pull off, beep-beep, shotgun in the GT with me
She said, 'Ohhh-ohhh, I'm ready to ride, yeah,'
''Cause once you get inside, you can't change your mind,'
'Don't mean to sound impatient, but you gotta promise, baby, ohh...'
[Chorus - Usher]
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, I gotta know, baby, aw yeah)
Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)...
[2nd Verse - Ludacris]
Sometime wanna be your lover,
Sometime wanna be your friend,
Sometime wanna hug ya,
Hold hands, slow-dance while the record spins,
Opened up your heart 'cause you said I made you feel so comfortable,
Used to play back then, now you all grown-up like Rudy Huxtable,
I could be your Bud, you could beat me up,
Play-fight in the dark, then we both make up,
I'd do anything just to feel your butt,
Why you got me so messed up?
I don't know, but you gotta stop trippin',
Be a good girl now, turn around, and get these whippings,
You know you like it like that,
You don't have to fight back,
Here's a pillow - bite...that,
And I'll be settin' seperate plays,
So on all these separate days,
Your legs can go they separate...ways...
[Chorus - Usher]
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)
Tell me again (Tell me over-and-over-and-over again),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Make sho' you right, before you choose)...
[3rd Verse - Lil' Jon]
I's been know you fo' a long time (shawty),
But fuckin' never crossed my mind (shawty),
But tonight, I seen sumthin' in ya (shawty),
That made me wanna get wit 'cha (shawty),
But you ain't been nuttin' but a friend to me (shawty),
And a nigga never ever dreamed to be (shawty),
Up in here, kissin', huggin', squeezin', touchin' (shawty),
Up in the bathtub, rub-a-dubbin' (shawty),
Are you sure you wanna go this route? (shawty),
Let a nigga know before I pull it out (shawty),
I would never ever cross the line (shawty),
Shawty, let me hit ya to me one mo' time...one mo' time...
[Chorus - Usher]
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)
Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Tell me over-and-over-and-over again)...
[Outro - Usher]
Oh-oh-hoo
Oh-oh-hoo
Oh-oh-hoo-ohhhh-yeaaah...
[Ludacris {with Lil' Jon}]
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again {Hey!! (Hey!!)}
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again, that's right {Hey!! (Hey!!)}
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again {Hey!! (Hey!!)}...
[Repeat 2x's]
It's some hoes in this house
It's some hoes in this house
If you see them point them out
If you see them point them out
[Verse 1:]
I like them hoes with them golds in they mouth
That be them hoes from the motherfuckin' south
I like them hoes with them big ass butts
That be them hoes that'll let a nigga cut
I like them hoes with them tats on they thigh
That be them hoes that love to get high
I like them hoes with them piercings in they tongue
That be them hoes that suck dick and swallow cum
[Chorus: Repeat 8x's]
I like them hoes
[Hook:]
Some call them hoochies
Some call them breezays
Some call them bitches
But we call them hoes
That's how it goes
[Verse 2:]
I like them hoes with them colored ass wigs
That be them hoes with two or more kids
I like them hoes that'll help a nigga fight
That be them hoes that'll fuck with a dyke
I like them hoes with they own damn car
That be them hoes down for menage a trois
I like them hoes with them six inch heels
That be them hoes that'll let a nigga drill
[Chorus: Repeat 8x's]
[Verse 3:]
I like them hoes with them diamonds in they nails
That be them hoes that ain't scared to go to jail
I like them hoes with that weave in the front
That be them hoes that can roll a fat blunt
I like them hoes with them tight capri pants
That be them hoes that put you in a three point stance
I like them hoes that be tooting that dust
That be them hoes that don't really give a fuck
[Chorus:]
[Repeat until fade]
Come on, yeah OK
Motherfucker, y'all know who it is
Lil' Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side Booooyz
I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son)
We gon' do this for all the real motherfuckin' niggas
(Uh uh uh uh yo)
Holla at them niggas J, come on
Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown
And bitches always wanna hit me like I just came home
But I still put the tools in ya mouth
Niggas know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm huge in the South
This is evil in the trenches and everybody starvin'
So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches
"Down Bottom" feel like the ol' days
Fuckin' with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O'Jays
When we loadin' the clip every slug gotta catch
When you goin' to war every thug got his match
SS baby, blue Impala with the mack in it
Big gold cup with rhinestones with my pack in it
It's like the jungle but the broads is fine
And if they ain't puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style with
My motherfuckin' problem to reconcile with
Nigga what
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeah
You wanna go nigga
Let's go ho
You wanna go nigga
Let's go ho
You wanna go nigga
Let's go ho
You wanna go nigga
Let's go ho
What...what...what...what...what
We lettin' it go nigga
Let's go ho
We lettin' it go nigga
Let's go ho
We lettin' it go nigga
Let's go ho
What...what...what...what...what
Pussy...niggas...lay it...down
Me and my...niggas...fixin'...clown
Pussy...niggas...lay it...down
Me and my...niggas...fixin'...clown
We throw our...fuckin'...click up
We give a fuck if you don't...like us
We throw our...fuckin'...click up
We give a fuck if you don't...like us
Don't...like...them...niggas
Can't...stand..that...bitch
Don't...like...them...niggas
Can't...stand..that...bitch
We'll...shut the...club down
If y'all...niggas...wanna clown
We'll...shut the...club down
Bitch...say...something now
Whaaaat....Whaaaaat
Y'all know when the beat breakdown and shit
What's up, what's up
It's time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in this biiiitch
Now this what I want y'all niggas to do, what's up
All the real niggas and ladies out there, OK
Y'all need to repeat after me, right now
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit
Yeah, BME ho, we up out this bitch
Ruff Ryders ho, what's up
But before we leave
I gotta let my nigga tell you his name
I'm Holiday Styles, where the fuck you thuggin' at
I knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger bat
P'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a nigga
My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger nigga
Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side Boyz
All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys
You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouth
Sittin' on the roof with the fuckin' 30-30's out
I told you I'm a menace y'all
I got enough guns to fill up the Lennox Mall
In the front parking lot, coke still movin' good
Guns still sparke a lot
Hustlin' with family, partyin' with murderers
D-Block and everything, shit you probably heard of us
Yeah I'm a Ryder nigga, you ain't got a gun
Or a motherfuckin' knife, you ain't even gon' try us
I'll leave you with a hole daddy
And for the fact that I'm in the Dirty South
I'll be bouncin' in the old Caddy
Eastside Boyz (Yep! Atlanta Georgia) mayday!!!
Good to go (The dirty south again!)
Elephant Man, Likkle Jon, Busta Rhymes
Alright, weh we fi do wid di dance!!!!
(Give dem di dance now, buss di dance now)
Shizzle, Jamaica, New York, Eastside Boyz (You know come on!)
Aiyyo Likkle Jon, Busta! Oonu ready fi tek di dancefloor, alright
This a now fi do then, do then
Dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Signal di plane now fi do then, do then
Dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Pon di river yuh fi do then, do then
Dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Di higher level yuh fi do then, do then
Yuh dance and tek it to dem, to dem, come on!!!!
Three, six, nine, damn your fine
Move it till you sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low (Get Low) get low (Get low) get low (Get low)
Come on!)
To the window (
Give dem di dance now) to the wall (To the wall) (
Buss di dance now)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (My Balls!)
All these bitches crawl (Crawl)
Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)
Y'all skeet skeet god damn (God Damn!!!)
Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)
Y'all skeet skeet god damn (God Damn!!!)
Hey! Hey! Let me see you get, a get low (You Scared!)
Turn your body yo the, to the flo' (You scared!)
Let me see you get, a get low (You Scared!)
Turn your body to the, to the flo' (You scared!)
Shake that ass girl, shake it fast girl
Shake that ass to the left to the right girl
Shake that ass girl, shake it fast girl
Shake that ass to the left to the right girl
Let me see you just, back, back, back it up (Awww shit!!!)
Back, back, back it up (Awww shit)
Back, back, back it up (Awww shit)
Back, back, back it up (Awww shit)
Let me see you just stop (Oh!) wiggle with it (Yeah!)
Stop (Oh!) wiggle with it (Yeah!)
Stop (Oh!) wiggle with it (Yeah!)
Stop (Oh!) wiggle with it (Yeah!)
Gal shake up yuh booty, when yuh shake it up yuh get mi rudey
Wouldn't mind fi see yuh get nudey
Miss cutie cutie, love di way yuh wine and how yuh movey
Dem gal deh can wine trust me and dem waistline groovy
Wine around like a blue movie
Tek it to dem Keisha and Susie
Hey! Do di pon di river do di pon di river hey!
Do di higher level do di higher level hey!
Signal di plane signal di plane hey!
Alright give dem a run just give dem a run hey!
Shake yuh booty yuh fi shake it slow
Rotate like di tire dem a Texaco (Whoa)
Everywhere yuh go man just step pon yuh Kso
Just fi get yuh ting dem a promise yuh peso
Dem a seh yuh hype and wonder how yuh stay so
Make monkey face, gal go down slow
Tic tac toe we got dem all in a row
Get rich and get mad nuh bodda hold him Joe
Big up Danger Voo dem a tornado
Do di dance, alright, come on
Three, six, nine, damn your fine
Move it till you sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low (Get Low) get low (Get low) get low (Get low)
(Elephant Man: Come on!)
To the window (
Give dem di dance now) to the wall (To the wall) (
Buss di dance now)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (My Balls!)
All these bitches crawl (Crawl)
Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)
Y'all skeet skeet god damn (God Damn!!!)
Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)
Y'all skeet skeet god damn (God Damn!!!)
Aiyyo! Check it!!!
I'm comin through with a thick crew playa (Waddup!)
You can't believe I'm on the shit too playa (Waddup!)
I'm a sit and watch your girl put it on me (Waddup!)
I love it when you got your ass clappin for me (Waddup!)
Your big ass cover the back of my harley (Waddup!)
Ass from the front to the back of the party (Waddup!)
That's right (Yeah girl) that's it (Come on!)
Get low shorty shake that shit (Come on!)
If you ain't got learned get it down packed mami
With all that ass you got sittin on your back mami
Now all my shorties need to get in line
I said because I'm only gonna tell you one more time
Cause if that ass kind of stocky and fat
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up bounce (BACK!!!!)
While I, get dough (Get dough!!!) smoke dro (Smoke dro!!!)
Get low because I fuckin said so
Come on!!!
Three, six, nine, damn your fine
Move it till you sock it to me one more time
Get low, get low (Get Low) get low (Get low) get low (Get low)
Come on!)
To the window (
Give dem di dance now) to the wall (To the wall) (
Buss di dance now)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (My Balls!)
All these bitches crawl (Crawl)
Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)
Y'all skeet skeet god damn (God Damn!!!)
Y'all skeet skeet motherfuckers (Motherfuckers)
Y'all skeet skeet god damn (God Damn!!!)
This a now fi do then, do then
Dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Signal di plane now fi do then, do then
Dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Pon di river yuh fi do then, do then
Dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Di higher level yuh fi do then, do then
Yuh dance and tek it to dem, to dem
Yeah, Elephant Man, Lil Jon, Busta Rhymes, Eastside Boyz
Jamaica, New York, L.A. shizzle, do di dance now (Come on!)
Do di dance now, give dem di dance now
Miami Florida, shizzle, it's summer, come on!!!
Summertime give dem di dance summertime buss di dance
Give dem di dance now, give dem di dance
Give dem di dance a dat di girls want
Give dem di dance Likkle Jon give dem di dnace
Give dem di dance Busta give dem di dance
Buss di dance Likkle John buss di dance
Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherfuckers
On this here album right
But this motherfucker bout over and uh
Time for me to get the hell on
Been in the studio, the motherfucking sun coming up
In this bitch, motherfucker, been in this motherfucking studio
Working hard on this motherfucking album
What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherfucking studio
Kit, all the boys higher den a motherfucker
We got Tim over there fucking up shit
Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin
Hope y'all enjoyed this motherfucker
It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together
Go look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte
And who knows what else to motherfucking expect
From the motherfucking BME ya little Biatch
It's one time for my soldiers on the front line
Strapped with AKs, and car bombs
With K-nine blood lines
It's one time for my killers on the front line
Strapped P-nines and semi-autos
Actin like it's no tomorrow
To survive in this world makes me a soldier
Cause I wear Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colder
Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years
Now I shed tears, nigga, I ain't happy here
Like pot, so I blow herb thinking it'll stop the pain
When I come down I'll still be left with the strain
So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry
And I don't give a fuck why
Nigga I was born to die
In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi
Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can't see me
Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa
Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter
Sha-sha click, cock it, rock it
Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin
Nuttin but motherfucking nines and
Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump
Knock you on yo ass like Humpty Dump
Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial
Deadly like disease venereal
Game as be RD imperial
Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know
Ain't no log when that fo'-fo'
Ejaculate up in your fo' door
Bitch die slow, lyrical calico
Purple tablets I flow
None want war, Gambino
Emptyin clips, I rips
Motevl I flips
Words comin off the lips like Teflon's hips
(Verse One: Oobie)
I'm sittin' me on top of you
Doin' the things that lovers do
But I don't belong to you
What's a girl suppose to do?
You give me one night with you
To make all our dreams come true
You could never be my man
You can be my one night stand
(Chorus)
Boy I know you've got a girl
And you know I've gotta man
So let's both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't undertand
So let's keep it on the low
And have a one night stand
(Verse Two: Oobie)
Well it's about a quater to three
And no one's looking it's just you and me
You now I'm down for whateva and I aim to please
But's it's only for one night
Boy I hope that you'll come well prepared
Cause I want you to know that I ain't never scared
You just wanna fuck R.S.V.P and I'll be there
But it's only for this one night
(Chorus)
Boy I know you've got a girl
And you know I've gotta man
So let's both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't undertand
So let's keep it on the low
And have a one night stand
(Verse Three: Lil jon)
Shawty let me know what's up wit it
Won't you let a real thug hit it
Stop playin' with these lames, ain't got know shame the liqour is the blame
I gotta tell you this
Those lips I wanna kiss
That ass I gotta grab
Yo shit I gotta stab
I've got my baby momma
You've got yo baby daddy
We ain't got all night lil momma get right yo shit is good and tight
I ain't bout them games shawty
You now my name shawty
Just use yo brain if you know what I'm saying
This one night stand shawty
(Chorus)
Boy I know you've got a girl
And you know I've gotta man
So let's both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't undertand
So let's keep it on the low
And have a one night stand
(Bridge One)
If you know to keep a secret
You can get it fa sho
just make sure you get enough
Cause you can't get it no more
If you know to keep a secret
You can get it fa sho
just make sure you get enough
Cause you can't get it no more
(Verse Four: Big Sam)
Come and ride out wit' cha' boy
Big Sam big filled with almond joy
Like I told you I'm somethin' like a freak
So keep the games for the middle of the week
Girl you look so pretty
Wit' cho' big ol' pretty ass and tigo bitties
Red bone 5'7 5'9
For one night I gotta make you mine
And I know you gotta man shawty
And you know I gatta wife shawty
Cause I got one night shawty
(Bridge Two)
I'm noto tryna be yo girlfriend
Let's have a one night stand
And you can never be my boyfriend
Let's have a one night stand
(Chorus)
Boy I know you've got a girl
And you know I've gotta man
So let's both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't undertand
So let's keep it on the low
And have a one night stand
(Bridge Three)
Can you be my man?
(Only for one Night)
And I'll be yo girl
(Only for one night
If you be my man
(Only for one night)
Then I'll be yo girl only for one night
[Chorus]
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo
time
Get low, Get low 6x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl
(crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam
(Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam
(Got dam)
Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she fuck that
Question
been harassing me in the mind this bitch is fine
I done came to the club
about 50th 11 times now can I play with yo
Paine line club owner said I need
to calm down security guard go to sweating
Me now nigga drunk then a
motherfucker threaten me now
She getting crunk in the club I mine she
work
Then I like to see the female twerking taking the clothes off BUCKEY
naked
ATL. Hoe don’t disrespect it
Pa pop yo pussy like this cause yin
yang twins in this bitch
Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all
like to see Ass and tities
Now bring yo ass over here hoe and let me see you
get low if you want this Thug
Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if
yo ass wanta act you can keep yo ass where you at
3,6,9 standing real
fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low
[6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip
down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit
skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit
skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
Let me
see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you
scared you, scared you
Let me see you get low you scared you, scared
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass ya
shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Drop dat ass ya
shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
back,back,back it up
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya
Now stop ( O) then
wiggle wit ya
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya
Now stop ( O) then wiggle
wit ya
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo
time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat
wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches
crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got
dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got
dam (Got dam)
Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend
Stupid
bitch standing there while I’m drinking my hen
Steady looking at me Still
asking questions
Times up nigga pass me another contestant
Hoe move to the
left if you ain’t bout 50th
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
looking
at a nigga with yo palm all out bitch I ain’t even seen you dance
Twerk
something baby work something baby
Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang
baby
Slide down dat bitch
wit yo little bit then stop
Get back on the
floor catch yo balance then drop
Now bring it back up clap yo ass like
hands
I just wanna see yo ass drity dance yin yang we done again
And put
it on the map like annnnn
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it
to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall,
(to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these
bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit
skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit
skit got dam (Got dam)
Got dam (Got dam) ya ya’ll twreking alittle bit
ladies
But ya got to twrek alittle bit harder then dat
now right now I
need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite
(where my sexy ladies) we
want ya’ll to do this shit like this
Bend over to the front touch toes back
dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes
back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch
toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front
touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
3,6,9 standing
real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low
[6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip
down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit
skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit
skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
okay....okay....okay....okay....okay....okay.....WHAAA!! OKAY!!
You ride up to the club nigga, I don't give a fuck!
Sit yo' ass in the club bitch, I don't give a fuck!
Drinkin' Cris in the V.I., I don't give a fuck!
Talkin' shit 'bout me bitch I don't give a fuck!
You gotta pocket fulla money nigga, I don't give a fuck!
You drinkin' off with them ho's bitch I don't give a fuck!
In the club wit yo' pussy click, I don't give a fuck!
Security on my dick bitch, I don't give a fuck!
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas,
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas,
I got that Eastside wit me, I don't give a fuck!
Got that Westside wit me, I don't give a fuck!
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas,
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas,
I got that Northside wit me, I don't give a fuck!
I got that Southside wit me, I don't give a fuck!
We rollin' deep in this bitch so fuck y'all niggas,
We rollin' deep in this bitch so fuck y'all niggas,
I got that dirty south wit me, I don't give a fuck!
I got that midwest wit me, I don't give a fuck!
If security step up we'll crush dem niggas,
If security step up we'll crush dem niggas,
I got that east coast wit me, I don't give a fuck!
I got that west coast with me, I don't give a fuck!
Man (Man) I do this in spite, my mom ain't married, bitch I'm a bastard!
Nigga I fuck over me, you know what I do to these rappers?
They come in here huffin' and puffin' and screamin' and cussin' and bustin' me first
Nigga you betta calm yo' ass down unless you excited to see me in person,
I'm rollin' with thugs and felons ughhh, that's cuz it's on killaz,
We gon' teach you ol' punk ass niggas to respect us authority figures
Throw one of a kind boy when we be pourin' up in the club,
You're going down boy too bad fuck, we're sorry for ya,
Listen let's not to get shook,
But I ain't the one to come lookin',
Cuz all I can tell the police is, I am not a crook,
I fuck big fine bitches, my dick get hard, watch it grow,
Then gimme fine head, blow my shotgun, tastes good don't it,
Now tell me that ain't the life,
Tellin' me my niggas ain't for life,
Now tell me that shit ain't tight,
Tell me that y'all wanna be just like me,
I beat these bitches down, I watch these powers up,
Nigga you talkin' shit (huh?!) Ho you better POWER UP!
Y'all niggas ain't ready for this,
Muthafuckas ain't steady for this,
Cuz y'all still ain't learn,
Nigga got a 4-4 cocked, In a flick so hot make a muthafucka feel that burn,
Niggas ain't workin' wit an earn,
You stay up off my dick don't back talk my nigga finna' get up in 'em,
Back up off of this nigga, the one nigga that fucked up they set up the talkin',
Barkin' betta block 'em off the nigga talkin, sparkin',
Betta watch and dodge and nevermind me call it,
Where da thugs at up in this bitch,
Fuck a nigga up y'all represent,
Gimme some gin, gimme some hen,
Naw just gimme both and I'll mix it all in,
Who wanna take a lil' sip of this in,
Let me get ya twisted man,
We's on fire,
Don't stop droppin' dem that's a lie,
We just won't die,
We come back fightin' and never hide it or ever this time,
With venomous rhyme
So any nigga wanna get involved, what you think you can fuck wit my dogs?,
Nigga you thinkin' you rubbin' us while we're thuggin this,
Did you think you can fuck wit us, BONE, BONE-BONE-BONE-BONE,
You ready to do this the hell with the song,
We ain't gotta tell you it's on,
You know it's poppin' the glock to put a stop to the ho shit,
Y'all still can't fuck wit us and never will because,
We too fuckin' cold, too fuckin bold,
Ya, Full of all kinda drugs high as a giraffe pussy nigga
betta not get too close nigga betta not try to push me
we got them thangs i mean them thangs that go bang bang
dont give a fuck who you is dont give a fuck if you got some change
take yo niggas, take yo watch, and take yo diamond ring
way back in the game when the niggas used to have to sell rock cocaine
right now today, ima grab the mic and bring the pain
go fuckin insane, eveything i say goes straight to yo brain
lil jon on the beat bout to tear this bitch up out the frame
you betta leave if you think you just a little lame
chuck yo chain dont get caught when this song here come on
look at my face thats gon' tell yall niggas somethin wrong
I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat
I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat
Real killas jump niggas loud mouth
rough niggas cant stay outta handcuff
niggas aint enough niggas toughen up
niggas some are artillary specialist
never the fuckin less i get pimpin naturally
everly's commin up out of regions
where muhfuckas is needin MJG
to speak for 'em prentendin to see for 'em
ive ran the street with 'em concrete to feet with 'em
i made them hoes pick up i made them go
stick them pimp tight MJ fuckin G em
luckliy married to this .45 under my fuckin seat
talkin bullet pistol solid shootin never shook me
you boys cant hook me, listen to what the hook be
I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat
I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat
We aint scared of buck niggas, we aint scared of whole clicks
Fuck them niggas take they hoes and they motha fuckin shit
We aint scared of buck niggas, we aint scared of whole clicks
Fuck them niggas take they hoes and they motha fuckin shit
You think you bad nigga, You thing your hard nigga
Uh, yo click aint shit we'll pull yo card nigga
You think you bad nigga, You thing your hard nigga
Uh, yo click aint shit we'll pull yo card nigga
We shoot a bird at a pussy nigga, We roll on a pussy nigga
I dont give a fuck, Nigga stoll on that pussy nigga
We shoot a bird at a pussy nigga, We roll on a pussy nigga
I dont give a fuck, Nigga stoll on that pussy nigga
I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat
I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat
Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we'll crack a niggas skull we some headbussas
Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we'll crack a niggas skull we some headbussas
Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we'll crack a niggas skull we some headbussas
What...What
Check dis out right (Yea)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuking East Side Boyz
The Kings of Krunk
Back at you with some new shit
Now just because we went platinum and shit don't mean we gone change nigga
We the muthafuking Kings of Krunk and we gon' always keep this muthafucker krunk
Now let's talk about some more music
If you roll up in the club and them niggas wanna fuck
When you step up to they face what they gon' do shit
If you roll up in the club and them hoes aren't acting up
When you step up to them hoes what they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit
Fuck nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the mouth gon' get you fucked up...
Fuck nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the mouth gon' get you fucked up...
You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click...
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click...
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
It's some East-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some West-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some North-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some South-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
My brains is taking in too much pain
I'm bout to explode first and then take names
But its cool lil' shorty don't be so alarmed
I learned to bruise nigga without jabbing the arm
I don't play wit muthafuckers cause this shit be real
Make ya hold ya breath longer than a navy seal
And them hoes will leave yo ass dead in the path
Like the way you came nigga yo dick from yo ass
I break bones with my niggas
Fuck hoes with my niggas
How the fuck you think I feel bout deforming yo figure
It's a close casket
For them hating basket
Its some g's that's real and some messed up fagots
Who you talking to bitch?
What you gon' do trick?
When its obvious to see that you aint gon' do shit
Lil' Scrappy the Prince and I aint taking no chump
I'm a quiet krunk nigga and fuck being the punk
Yea... Yea... Yea
I'm looking round dis muthafuking club (What)
Them niggas still muthafuking looking over here and shit (looking over here and talking and shit)
Think we gonna get some muthafucking straightening in the muthafuker (Yea)
Dis what we gon' muthafuking do (What's up)
We gon' walk over to dis muthafucking niggas (Yea)
And talk to their ass like dis
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
(Claude Kelly)
I was lost
I was frozen
Walking down the streets alone when
I saw this place was open, tonight
And the girls
They were rocking
And the alcohol was flowing
And i knew right away this was my life
Oh what a night
Oh what a night
Oh what a night
(Lil Jon)
Feels so good
Feels so right Lets make a toast
To the night
Its gonna get crazy
So hold on tight
Lets have a ball
Live your life
Let it go
Let it loose
Release it all
No excuse
Have no cares
Have no fears
Lets act a fool
Up in Here
(Claude Kelly)
I was lost
I was frozen
Walking down the streets alone when
I saw this place was open, tonight
And the girls
They were rocking
And the alcohol was flowing
And i knew right away this was my life
Oh what a night
Oh what a night
Oh what a night
(Lil Jon)
Oh what a night 8x
Put your fucking hands up
(Lil Jon)
A lot of Smoking
A lot of Drinking
A lot of Singing
A lot of Dancing
A lot of Freaking
A lot of Woman
A lot of Kissing
A lot of sinning
(Claude Kelly)
I was lost
I was frozen
Walking down the streets alone when
I saw this place was open, tonight
And the girls
They were rocking
And the alcohol was flowing
And i knew right away this was my life
Oh what a night
Oh what a night
Oh what a night
(Lil Jon)
What a night
(Claude Kelly)
Night
We smoke everyday
On an average 9,10,11,12 even 13 blunts
But when we on our last
And we aint got no mo grass
Its time to re up
Got to hurry up
Go and re up
So we just looking for the weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we just wanna smoke (smoke)
We just wanna smoke (smoke)
We just wanna smoke (smoke)
Hey I'm getting closer
To the weedman
I think he's somewhere close
Smell it on his clothes
Look! There he goes
Now you don't got to smoke with me (with me)
But if you wanna smoke my tree (my tree)
Just reach into that right (right)
Pocket on yo thigh (thigh)
And show a nigga five
We don found the fucking weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)
Yea this yo boy Lil Jon
With them Eastside Boyz
This yo boy Big Sam and man I'm High
Aye man hold on this yo boy Lil Bo man (smoker)
And I hear music man
Aye we gon take dis shit to 12 play
For the blunt
Only for the real smokers
Aye got damn fire some shit up to this
Lets go
One come on nigga pass me the blunt
Two I got to cop a sack or two
Three I got a fluffy bag of this weed
Four just watch me as I open it and pour
Five im about to role up the nine
Six we smoking on some real good shit
Seven watch me as I get high as the heavens
Eight all my niggas smoking real great
Nine getting kinda jiggy in my eyes yea
Ten I think I wanna smoke some again
Eleven Im trying to get back to the heavens
There's something, I want to tell ya'
'Cause I know, that a brother got needs tonight
I ain't trippin' on ya' pimpin' just that shit's tight
'Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight
I know you wanna get laid tonight
But I'm trying to get paid tonight
We ain't even gotta fuss and fight
Just hit me right, it's on all night
I know you wanna get in bed wit' me
But you gotta come correctly
Nothin' in life is free, expecially not me
I hope you...can feel me
When I say, pay before you play wit' me
Wanna taste this....but it's priceless
It might be something you aint never done before, I'm not ya ordinary hoe
I fell off in the club (shawty)
Not lookin' for love (shawty)
But I'm lookin' for a gul (shawty)
For I could cut (shawty)
Like lil mama in the blue (shawty)
She so got damn cute (shawty)
But she say she need cheese (shawty)
Before she dip wit' me (shawty)
Well let me see (shawty)
What it might be (shawty)
And what's ya' fee (shawty)
For my fantasy (shawty)
Now I ain't rich (shawty)
But I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)
There's something, that I gotta tell ya'
Before you lay with me tonight
I ain't got no problem with fly by nights
Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight
What chu' talkin' 'bout? (shawty)
That didn't come out your mouth (shawty)
Say you want some cash (shawty)
Before I hit that ass (shawty)
I'm not yo' boy (shawty)
I ain't no toy (shawty)
Don't play no games (shawty)
'Cause I ain't lame (shawty)
But foe' my gurl (shawty)
I'll give her the world (shawty)
Ain't no thang (shawty)
To give up that change (shawty)
I ain't rich (shawty)
I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)
Now I'll be there for you
If you want me to
I'll be by ya' side
If the price is right
Take care of me
And I'll take care of you
Nothin tonight is free
Ohhh, yeahhh
I gotta get paid, woo
Now if you want me
Come correctly
Might be something you never done before
As the night aproaches I, decide that I'ma call my favorite guy
Cause I don't wanna be at home alone, I wish that you would hurry home
So baby trust me It's going on , better hurry home to me
Gotta surprise for you... theres nuthin that I won't do... for you so
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
With nothing on
I'm hittin you on the two-way, shit, cause I want it bad
And I ain't thinkin bout nothing but
You and me blowing hash in the midnight hour
I know you thugging in the streets bout your money
But best respect this pussy got the power
You cant deny the way I twurk this here
I'm talkin' freaky on your cell, come one and work this here
And bust it open like I'm bout to give birth in here
I do my dirt in here, you know what im workin with
These titties perky, I ain't a virgin you ain't gotta worry bout a thing
Just lay back cause I'm on a mission to please
And I got plenty doe whodie so I ain't lookin for cheese
Not tonight I got a quarter pound of that weed
And we can go to the verge, come one put it all in me
I like it real deep, wit no rubber so that you can feel me, you feel me?
I got your bitch wantin to kill me behind the snapper
Cause I fucks like a master, and suck like I'm dracula
And I ain't caught up in the rapture
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
With nothing on
(SHAWTY!!!)My baby momma sleeping (yea)so tonight I'm creeping (uh huh)
20 west, to where you rest, your heads the best (that's rite)
I bust on your chin (skeet skeet motherfucker) you rub it in (hah)
You make a preacher man sin
Now we butt naked fucking all on the floor (uh huh)
I got you screaming louder than a 2 doller hoe (uh huh)
I'm beating that pussy up like a heavy weight fight (uh huh)
Ya came 3 times, how that dick girl (oobie whispers: TITE)
Girl I hit the door with nothing in my mind
So when you feeling freaky baby call me anytime
You say tonight, no small talk or foreplay
On that purple 'dro, allassy, and hennessy
All the freaky things you do got me going crazy
Got me thinking to myself can you be my lady
But hell naw, cause I can't fall in love wit the cut
Just stop by to hit it quick and get enough, a-get enough
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
With nothing on
Tonite I'll sleep with no clothes on
So make sure you hurry home
I'm waiting aa-all alone
Don't make me, wait too long
I'll beat the pussy up and leave you in bed legs shaken
Wake up alone by 2 in the morn' like damn, Hagon
Careful what you ask for cause you just might get it
And once I came would you swallow or spit it
I kno you freaky you dont have to admit it
I take 'em petite , or thick in the thighs
I like to fuck 'em while I look in they eyes
So go on, cut up , girl toot your butt up and do your thang
Sad but I knew your pussy before I knew your name
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
with nothing on
Ooo nana nana, ooo nana nana
Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up! turn me up!
Yo! turn me up, turn me up! up some more!
Up - up some more! Up - up some more!
Yeah, up up some more!
I walk in the club so dashin, in the latest BBC fashion
The light from the strip club flashing
Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing
We're hundred G makers till they cremate us
Skateboard P in the lime green gators
White chinchilla, million dollar neck glitter
Yeah I got security, see that gorilla
When you got money, it's hard to hide it
Took my hand out my pocket and watched her eyes get
Big, took a million to supersize it
All the bitches saying 'Heyyy' like my name was Issac
Why you put me on blast like that?
Shit why you shaking wit an ass like that?
Besides I wasn't really trying to smash like that
I got a girl - bitch I ain't fast like that
This Miami, time's wasting, bet that bass line keep you shaking
Look, end of the night all my niggas is waiting
Uh uh, not me ma, told ya I'm taken
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Uh! uh! some more, skeezer!
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Yeah - uh! uh! some more
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Uh! uh! some more, skeezer!
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Hold it!! Yeah - uh! uh! some more
I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity
Get on the floor if ya got that booty
Shake what ya momma gave ya, shake what ya momma gave ya
I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity
Get on the floor if ya got that booty
Shake what ya momma gave ya, shake what ya momma gave ya
Dance, too much booty in your pants
Dance, too much booty in your pants
I said dance, too much booty in your pants
Dance, too much booty in your pants
Well shake that ass bitch and let me see what ya got
Well shake that ass bitch and let me see what ya got
Hey! hey! hey! I said shake it, don't break it
It took ya momma 9 months to make it
I say shake it, dont' break it
It took ya momma 9 months to make it
Well scrub the ground, scrub the ground, scrub the ground
Hold it! (okay)
Hey! She really likes to party
She really likes to dance
She really likes to dance, dance, dance..
I like a fine ass bitch, a down ass bitch
A money getting bitch, I love that shit
Cause she danced in the club, and yes she gon call
If you got a little money she taking her clothes off
She dance like a muhfucking dance machine
Taking her ass to the beat for me
Nigga ain't spending more money than a lil bit
But I really love that shit, I love that shit!
Yeah! thick bitch wit a drive to fuck
Get her off in the truck and she bound to suck
The ho love to bump, she don't like knee pads
She scrub em up, her legs that is
Fat puddy cat wit a head that's trill
The type of bitch have a nigga not paying bills
Fo reeeaaalll.. by our God damn selves
Fuck thirty niggas and she don't need help
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Uh! uh! some more, skeezer!
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Yeah - uh! uh! some more
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Uh! uh! some more, skeezer!
(Stick that thang out!) Some more
Hold it!! Yeah - uh! uh! some more
Dance! DANCE!! OHHH!!!
I like the way you dance girl
Just bring that shit over and dance on a nigga like me
Keep shaking that thang girl! Keep popping that thang girl!
Shaking that thang girl, popping that thang girl
Keep shaking that thang girl! keep popping that thang girl
Keep shaking that thang girl! Keep popping that thang girl!
Keep shaking that thang girl! Keep popping that thang girl!
Keep shaking that thang girl! Keep popping that thang girl!
Put yo hood up!
Put yo click up!
Represent yo' shit muthafuuuucka
Represent yo click muthafuuuucka
Well shake yo' drink up and spray the muthafuckin' crowd
Throw yo' click up and say it muthafuckin' loud
Now drop yo' bows on em' and get buck ass wild
You supposed to act up with a black and fuckin' mild
Cuz' them eastside niggas don't give a fuck
Them westside niggas is quick to buck
Them northside niggas will cut you up
And them southside niggas will put you in a trunk
Now jump jump jump nigga
Stomp stomp stomp nigga
Jump jump jump nigga
Stomp stomp nigga
If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club
If you don't give a fuck then throw that muthafucka up
I'm wit my niggas in this bitch, and you know we fucked up
We clicked up 30 deep and we always strapped up
Who you wit nigga? Who you wit nigga?
Who you wit get crunk, who you wit nigga?
Well who run this bitch? We run this bitch!
Aye, check dis out I need all my real niggas and bitches
To look around the muthafuckin' club
If you see a nigga and he throwin' up a set and it aint yo' set
Or it aint yo' click
I want chall niggas to tell dem' niggas like dis
I want you to get up in that muthafucka' face
And do dis shit...
Hea we go
Say nigga fuck you!
Nigga fuck you
Cuz' you don't wanna fuck wit' me
Cuz my niggas in the club will heat
We some eastside niggas
We some westside niggas
We some northside niggas
Yeah! BME hoe!
Yeah! a' Lil' Jon hoe!
Yeah! Big Sam hoe!
Yeah a' Lil Bo' hoe!
Check dis out right...
I think alot of ya'll muthafucka's don' forgot who we is (yeah!)
So right about now we gon' let you know who the fuck we are (okaaaayyy!!!!)
KINGS OF CRUNK MUTHAFUCKAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Ay, ay
Push that nigga!, Push that hoe!
Get crunk!
MEAN-mug a nigga, MEAN-mug a nigga whuut!!!!
What'cha gon' do nigga?, What'cha won' do nigga?
Ay MEAN-mug a nigga, MEAN-mug a nigga whuut!!!!
What'cha gon' do nigga?, What'cha won' do nigga?
Try again nigga (Biyaaa!!!)
We still deeper than yo' muthafuckin' click nigga (Biyaaa!!!)
Try again nigga ( Whut, whut)
We still deeper than yo' muthafuckin' click nigga
We shut da club down (Biyaaa!!!) and start a fight up in dis bitch
Just keep talkin' shit (BITCH!)
If a nigga talkin' shit we start a fight up in dis' bitch!
It's goin' down in dis bitch, so nigga guard'ja grill
YOU ain't crunk nigga!!
It's goin' down in dis bitch, so nigga guard'ja grill
YOU ain't buck nigga!!
Eastside in dis bitch, and you know we for real
Westside in dis bitch, and you know we for real
YOU ain't crunk nigga!!
Northside in dis bitch, and you know we for real
Southside in dis bitch, and you know we for real
YOU ain't crunk nigga!!
YOU ain't crunk niggaaaaaaaahh!
LAME ASS NIGGAS GET-DA-FUCK OUT DA CLUB!
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS GET-DA-FUCK OUT DA CLUB!
HOE ASS NIGGAS GET-DA-FUCK OUT DA CLUB!
ALL YOU FUCK NIGGAS GET DA FUCK OUT DA CLUB!
Bend over, won't you pop that pussy for me [x4]
Pop that pussy and shake that ass [x4]
Big old booty, now make it bounce
Pop that pussy, let it all hang out
Bend over, a let me see it
Go ahead bitch, get straight busy
Hey, when they go
Go with it like a motherfucking red truck
Let yourself go
Bend over, make your knee touch your elbow
Like a motherfucking freak hoe
Play with it like a dildo
Prob hot like some chicken wings
Hey, a do the damn thing
Fuck them hoes, they can't hang
Do it, that be sticky girl, you so damn freaky girl
Twirk your thing
No draws, motherfucker G-strings
Bend over, won't you pop that pussy for me [x4]
Pop that pussy and shake that ass [x4]
Don't grind on that thing, wind on that thing
Get up on a n*gga
Bend over, let it hang
Go and touch your toes
Show me what you bout
Make that booty wobble
Go ahead and work it out
Arch in your back, make your booty clap
Throw it on a n*gga, make a n*gga throw it back
Shake it like Beyonce
Shake it like a dog
Do it with no hands from the windows to the wall
Bend over, won't you pop that pussy for me [x4]
[R. Kelly:]
Aye Uh huh
Uh Huh (Let's go ladies)
Lil Jon (Yeah)
Your Boy Kells
(Yeah)
[Mario:]
And Mario
[R. Kelly:]
This is for the Chocolate girls
All Around the word
Every block
Every club
Every hood
I'm in love
[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
So sweet, so round, so thick
So nasty ooh I love that shit
So smooth, so creamy
Goddamn it I must be dreaming
So jiggly, so soft
Goddamn it I wanna break you off
So hot you gon melt
Eat you all up by myself
Girl I can't wait to unwrap ya
It's a chocolate fix I'm after
So tasty, my treat
Miss Chocolate let me get a little piece
I'm cuckoo for cocoa
So good I want me some more
I'm caught up
I need to stop it
Goddamn I love you Miss Chocolate!
[Chorus: Mario]
Talking to my silky smooth, dark skin, chocolate, women
Independent, this is yalls anthem
I like them light skinned girls
But that dark skin I love
Chocolate girls stand up
This is yalls anthem
[Verse 2: R. Kelly]
Talking about hips
Talking about thighs
Talking about big ol' booties and brown eyes
Chocolate, that's what I gotta have tonight
Leave up out the club with two tonight
Take shots then more shots
Then we drink like we own the bar
And she's pushing that all on me
Conversation like let's just leave
And I don't hesitate (No)
To the crib right away
She dropping it
Dropping it
That Chocolate
Chocolate
[Chorus: Mario]
Talking to my silky smooth, dark skin, chocolate, women
Independent, this is yalls anthem
I like them light skinned girls
But that dark skin I love
Chocolate girls stand up
This is yalls anthem
[Verse 3: Mario]
Had a red bone chick before
She don't do it like you do
So I know what I want tonight
Fly,
On a chocolate high
Baby girl your thick in all the right places
Let me lick that chocolate baby I wanna taste it
Think I'm in love (with your dark skin)
Said I'm in love with Miss Chocolate!
[Chorus: Mario]
Talking to my silky smooth, dark skin, chocolate, women
Independent, this is yalls anthem
(Ooh this is yalls anthem)
I like them light skinned girls
But that dark skin I love
Chocolate girls stand up
(Get em baby)
[Bridge: R. Kelly with Mario adlibs]
I gotta have that dark chocolate
(Can you give it to me, give it to me?)
Tonight, I wanna taste (Oh yeah) that dark chocolate
(Can you give it to me, give it to me?)
In my bed I gotta have (Ooh give it to me, give it to me)
That dark chocolate
Oh oh
Oh oh
Let me hear the chocolate ladies say
Aye Yo!
(Aye Yo...)
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay yay
Ayyyy yo!
(Aye yooo oh)
Ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay ay [echo]
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
Ain't no tellin' what a bitch will do
For the doe, She'll probally get on four and fuck the crew
Down south, Up north be the same ass bitches
Man locked up but mama watchin' the children
Talkin' bout my neck my back
Bitch you better learn how to chop rocks if you wanna get with Crack
Ughh, I been in love once, at least I though that
'til I fucked around and hit a broad back
Got burnt, Now you figure the rest
Dick hurt like I'm pissin' baugettes, now I'm livin' depressed
Should have known better than to trust a hoe
Especially she wanna know how much doe you hold
Cause there ain't too many real bitches
If you got one hold on, don't wanna be nobody's meal ticket
And you know it don't mean shit to me
Cause you know, Bitches ain't shit to me
What
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
You see the problem is them busta ass niggas you been fuckin' with
Always bought ya shit, But never taught ya shit
Did he ever tell you some things that a playa do
And made you aware that life is more than a hair dew
Boy I tell ya, Best to deal with them real niggas
And stay far away from fuck niggas
Don't be a sucka, Hell atleast not from nothin'
All this suckin' and fuckin' a bitch better have somethin'
I need something that is compatiable
Not nothin young and dumb and full of cum, But one thats edible
I bet a, Nigga like T Double
Get it wetter, Suck and fuck'em better than the average nigga
I need a girl thats into tryin' thangs
So I can put it in her mouth, Fa real ain't into mind games
I know shes a mama girl and I'm a street nigga
Once we get together, I'll bet you she'll sleep better
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
A-T-L nigga, Shawty pimpin' how I put it down
Grindin' hard everyday, Chevy ride through ya town
23's on the truck, Ask me if I give a fuck
Rally's on that 75, Rollin' up 85
Lookin' for some cut like you
Tryin' to see what you gone do
Shawty I ain't playin no games
I ain't tryin' to be yo mayn
I just wanna cut you up, Slice you up like cold cuts
Lay you down and eat you up, Jonny slong up in them guts
See I'm something like a freak, Part time pimp
Big block Chevy rider all through Decatur
Wanna know my name, Well its Big Sam
And I play no games with these hoes cause the lame
Lemme break it down, Tell ya right now
If ya see me in ya town its goin' down
And all I want to do, Is cut you and ya crew
So let me know whats up with ya girl and you
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Como? Yeah, yeah
Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz
That little Cuban from Miami, Pitbull
I appreciate y'all giving me the oppurtunity to spit on this shit
Go head
When it comes to these hoes
Y'all know we on some halloween shit start trickin' and treatin'
But I'm on some halloween shit too
Gettin' messed up for the radication boom
From the palm trees to the red clay
We get down the same way
Lil' Jon's from Scott but this little Cuban's
From the county of Dade
Pitbull is here to voice his opinion
And y'all gone hear it
All up and down the eastside
I'ma show y'all how dirty we ride
From Dade to Decatur
Only difference is y'all blow dro and we blow crip
But reall there's is no differenne
'Cause they're both green and sticky
I don't mean to be picky
But Jon, tell your boys from the Eastside
To put me down with one of those
Redbone who has a pretty face and waist and thick thighs
From the M-I-A to the A-T-L
We been connecting on work
But keep that on the DL
HAA! Asi mismo brode, Como?
Yeah, Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz
P-I-T slash Q-B O N. Get it right baby
From the bottom, to the ATL
Decatur, Swat, College Park
Wynwood, Hialeah, Sawesera
Liberty City, Carol City, Opa-Locka, this for y'all
Lil' Haiti, Sao Pa Sai
All my Cubans, Que vola? Que vuelta? Que volon?
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa; I'm so horny and I want you to fuck me
I'm tired of masturbating got my body shaking no orgasm faking with me
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa; I'm so horny and I want you to fuck me
I hope you're ready for love, cause I got more than enough
Come bust a beautiful nut up on me
Now I'm just sitting in my lingerie, sipping on some Alize
Trying to formulate all the ways I can make you say
Ooh Baby, right there, don't stop
Put it in you're mouth, twirl it round til' you make it pop
Now I'm gonna make you sweat, when you go down in between my legs
You gon be fantasizing bout these lovely thighs
It's gon' be hypnotizing won't you come on and see
I see your pussy lips smiling
Been grinning like they want something up in 'em
I been wanting to ask you for some but didn't want to offend you
But now I see you bout as freaky as me
I busted two nuts already now you waiting for number three
You ask me what will it take to get me hard again
I say saliva but see you ain't down for swallowing
You'd rather have it on your skin you wanna rub it in
Move your tongue like that once more girl I'm bout to nut again
Fuck your friends in your business ask me why I call everyday
And why your face is so clean just tell 'em oil of olay
I thought i could run a good race but girl you can do mile
Lay on your side raise up ur legs let me see that beautiful smile
Awww yeah, I'mma put it all in there
And you relax but then you ask me to pull ur hair
And I'll do it you'll scream but the nut won't last
Cause right before you know it Splash!!
Dick suck my dick suck
Shawty want you to put it on me
Rough sex, fuck fest
Let me put ya to test
Up & down in and out
Put that dick back in yo mouth
You take the cream I'mma make you cream
You dick fiend I'mma pussy fiend
Role play, fantasy, Hennessy, ecstacy
Hard fast not slow after this they ain't gon want no mo'
Lay you down, pick you up, speed it up you wit me boy
Doggy style buck wild I'll leave yo ass screaming aahh!
Goddamn don't stop cum rising to the top
Girl you suck dick so good make me wanna call the cops
And it don't make no sense the way you suck the dick
The way you lick from the shaft to the dome of the dick
Goddamn can't lie girl I love the shit
Strap up, get head, fuck the shit out a bitch
Cause I'm big Sam baby, I'll rock yo world baby
I lay the kinda pip that make your toes curl baby
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
I'm so horny
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
So touch me baby
Na Na Naa Naa
I know that you want me
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
So come on bust one for me
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
I'm so horny
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
And I want you baby
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
I see it's nice and hard for me
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
I'm seein' me on top of you
Doing things that lovers do
But I don't belong to you
What's a girl suppose to do
Only need one night with you
To make all our dreams come true
You could never be my man
You can be my one night stand
Boy, I know you got a girl
And you know I've got a man
So let's both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So let's keep it on the low
And have a one night stand
Well, it's about a quarter to three and
No one's lookin', it's just you and me
You know I'm down for whatever and I aim to please
But it's only for this one night
(One night, one night)
Boy, I hope you come well prepared
'Cause I want you to know that I ain't ever scared
You just make the RSVP and I'll be there
But it's only for this one night
(One night, one night)
Boy, I know you got a girl
And you know I got a man
So let's both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So let's keep it on the low
And have a one night stand
Shawty, let me know what's up wit it
(Wit it)
Won't you let a real thug, hit it
(Hit it)
Stop playin' with these lames, ain't got no shame
The liquor is to blame
(You know it)
I just go to tell you this
(What's up)
Those lips I wanna kiss
(Yeah yeah)
That ass I gotta grab
(Grab)
Yo' shit I gotta stab
(Stab)
I got my baby mama
(Mama)
You got your baby daddy
(Daddy)
We got all night, look lil mama, get it right
Yo' shit is good and tight
(Tight)
I ain't 'bout them games shawty
(No)
You know my name shawty
(Yeah)
Just use yo' brains, if you know what I'm sayin'
It's a one night stand shawty
Boy, I know you got a girl
And you know I got a man
So let's both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So let's keep it on the low
And have a one night stand
If you know how to keep a secret
You can get it fo' sure
Just make sure you get enough
'Cause you can't get it no more
If you know how to keep a secret
You can get it fo' sure
Just make sure you get enough
'Cause you can't get it no more
Come and ride out wit cha boy
(Wit cha boy)
Big Sam then filled with almond joy
(Almond joy)
Like I told you, I'm something just like a freak
(Like a freak)
So keep the games fo the mentally weak
(Mentally weak)
Damn you look so pretty
(So pretty)
With yo' big ol' ass and yo tig ol' bittys
Red bone, fine self, 5'9
(5'9)
For one night, I gotta make you mine
(Make you mine)
Yeah, I know you gotta a man shawty
(Shawty)
And you know I got a wife shawty
(Shawty)
So let's strap it up, I hope the pussys tight
We got one night shawty
I'm not tryin' to be your girlfriend
Just want a one night stand
You can't never be my boyfriend
Just want a one night stand
Boy, I know you got a girl
And you know I got a man
So let's both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So let's keep it on the low
And have a one night stand
If you'll be my man, only for one night
And I'll be your girl, only for one night
If you'll be my man, only for one night
And I'll be your girl, only for one night
Usher...
Lil' Jon...
Ludacris...
Yeah, man
Once again, it's on (It's on)
You know we had to do it again, right?
We had to do it again, boy
Want you to sing to these ladies, man
(Ohh-oh-oh-ohh)
A'ight, so I'm up first? A'ight, lemme have it...
(Ohh-oh-oh-ohh)
Let's do it...
Baby, how ya doin'?
Hope that 'cha fine, wanna know what you got in mind,
And I'm,
Got me fiendin' like Jodeci, girl, I can't leave you alone,
Take a shot of this here Petrone' and it's gon' be on,
V.I.P. done got way too crowded,
I'm about to end up callin' it a night,
You should holla at 'cha girl, tell her you shake it the scene,
Pull off, beep-beep, shotgun in the GT with me
She said, "Ohhh-ohhh, I'm ready to ride, yeah,"
"'Cause once you get inside, you can't change your mind,"
"Don't mean to sound impatient, but you gotta promise, baby, ohh..."
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, I gotta know, baby, aw yeah)
Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)...
Sometimes wanna be your lover,
Sometimes wanna be your friend,
Sometimes wanna hug ya,
Hold hands, slow-dance while the record spins,
Opened up your heart 'cause you said I made you feel so comfortable,
Used to play back then, now you all grown-up like Rudy Huxtable,
I could be your Bud, you could beat me up,
Play-fight in the dark, then we both make love,
I'd do anything just to feel your butt,
Why you got me so messed up?
I don't know, but you gotta stop trippin',
Be a good girl now, turn around, and get these whippings,
You know you like it like that,
You don't have to fight back,
Here's a pillow - bite...that,
And I'll be settin' seperate plays,
So on all these separate days,
Your legs can go they separate...ways...
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)
Tell me again (Tell me over-and-over-and-over again),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Make sho' you right, before you choose)...
I's been know you fo' a long time (shawty),
But fuckin' never crossed my mind (shawty),
But tonight, I seen sumthin' in ya (shawty),
That made me wanna get wit 'cha (shawty),
But you ain't been nuttin' but a friend to me (shawty),
And a nigga never ever dreamed to be (shawty),
Up in here, kissin', huggin', squeezin', touchin' (shawty),
Up in the bathtub, rub-a-dubbin' (shawty),
Are you sure you wanna go this route? (shawty),
Let a nigga know before I pull it out (shawty),
I would never ever cross the line (shawty),
Shawty, let me hear ya tell me one mo' time...one mo' time...
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)
Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave),
That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Tell me over-and-over-and-over again)...
Oh-oh-hoo
Oh-oh-hoo
Oh-oh-hoo-ohhhh-yeaaah...
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again (Hey!! (Hey!!)
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again, that's right (Hey!! (Hey!!)
Please tell your Lovers and Friends,
Hello what's happening world?
Yo this Big Gipp I've been called down
By Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz
To tell you what's really happening
On these streets in the A-town man
Cause you know a lot of shit going on
A lot of flaw, a lot of people moving up
A lot of people moving down
You know what I mean, but after this
I'm a tell you the truth now
Now after these 12 bars the world is gonna know a few facts
And after these 12 bars you might get your shoulders in your laps
See the neighborhood boys and the economy getting worse
The candy lady jumping fifties outta Easter purse
Bill Kammer gone, Shirley Franklin in
The GC closed down, Mike Chiles got ten
The feds locked the pimps up for pimpin in the south
You may control her mind, but you can't control her mouth
And these R&B; stars having sex with the kids
Need to be chopped up and castrated and served to the pigs
Oh yeah homeboy, you big time in yo state
But around here sucker, you get squeezed like grapes
This a word to the wise, the gravy get chunky
Somebody will pull that steel, throw it up an get funky
I got that Wayne rims, Winnie the Pooh and Mr. Miyagi
And horse tranquilizers that will fuck up your body
The wolves out hunting they looking for new meat
Better gather up your guns and keep yo chillin out the street
I said the mutant's out hunting, he looking for fresh meat
You little punk motherfucker do yo thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck up and peep some game from me
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
BI-ITCH (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
YEAH!,YEAH!, YEAH!, YEAH!
Well get yo hands up, get yo hands up
Got damn it motherfucker get yo hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherfucker throw yo click up
Well what you looking at, nigga what you looking at
Nigga what you looking at, nigga what you looking at
Now what you wanna do, what you wanna do
Got damn it fuck nigga what yo wanna do
Now what you wanna do (you scared)
Well nigga FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!
BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Pour me some Bombay and fire up that pine
Its bout time somebody checked you you bitch ass punk
I heard you slap ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get it down hoe
The chin checker all you do is play the role nigga
You just a actor, won't let a bitch breathe
If she wanted to yawn
She just a weak motherfucker so insecure
How come she can't leave home without getting cursed out?
Everytime you get mad you tell her get the fuck out
Put I told that her, I said its cool
Get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if ya tell me you a player youse a liar
Cause you never be like Willie Dynamite Supafly...
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk motherfucking BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Pump, pump, pump, pump
Let no shots
Double glock glock
Nigga pop pop it don't stop in that dirty south
Burn up the whole block that's what this here be bout
Niggas living lowless, niggas labeled heartless
Gone see who life the shortest
Regardless this whole world to me is garabage
Trying to reap my harvest
I'm starving, let's live the life of ballin
And still trying to find my calling, and make a change
Look into my eyes, all you see is pain
Look up in the sky all I see is rain
Ain't no sunshine, call me a monkey
But look I got K-9 bloodlines
With P-9's and semiautos
And guaranteed tomorrow
9th ward my burrow
I represent the scum's
Ate the crumbs
Now I'm reaching for a new height
Nothing but love and we crew tight
Craving renew sight
Hussle for food tight
Who the dopest on the planet BI-ITCH
Chyna White
BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH!(bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You little punk motherfucker do ya thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck up and peep some game from me
Now you know to shut yo talk it is a shame
Cause you and yo group won't do a thang
The SHIT that you talking sounds the same to me
This ya boi lil jon right!?, ha, ha
Now ya'll kno I'm a muthafuckin rockstar, that means I get high and fucked up, all fuckin day
[Chorus:]
I'm a J, I'm a J, all I do is smoke weed all day
I'm a J, I'm a J, all I do is pop pillz all day
I'm a J, I'm a J, I be on that booga suga all day
I'm a J, I'm a J, all I do is get geek'd all day
I'm grittin my teeth like my jaws wide shut
Lookin 4 a freak 2 cum gobble these nuts
Fell off n tha club and I ran in2 a slut
Got ha supa dupa geek'd up now she wanna fuck
My nigga told me that's when u wanna make a hoe bust
I beat tha pussy up and then I stuck it in ha butt
Yeh nigga, I stuck it n ha butt
It's hott n here, I can't breathe
She got sweat drippin off of ha weave
She was on two and I was on three
Could'ntsleep could'nteat, I was geek'd, geek'd, geek'd
I keep a pocket fulla pills, hoes call me Dr. Phill
I'm soo geek'd up, ion even kno where I'm is
Then tha hoe started trippin, bout 2 blow my high
I'll just jump up n my spaceship and fly
[Chorus]
[Fabo:]
Wake up, it's time 2 go
Stop 2 Dolla, stop Fabo
This go out 2 all the j's, the geek'd is sum u outta kno
C, I'm gon marry ms. mary jane, she n luv w/ mystikal
She kno my heart and my soul, and we real close I pop I roll
Now don't be scared whether u pop or play w/ yo nose
I undastand, I been em all, it's all lived lbs of blow [?]
I get it frm joe, al, fred, and more
I shop w/ ms maxine tha most
If michael vick dnt get me right, tha devil starts alright I'm broke
Step n tha picture, if u don't like my pose
Too many colors, u don't like my clothes
I can't breathe for tha life I chose
I can't c, give me my new Bo's
When I'm by myself and anyboby else should cum 2 tha door
They knockin, they knockin, I b like I can't move
Then I ain't playin cause I be gone
[Chorus]
[Gucci Mane:]
Yeeeehhh! I be on that urky urky, fruity purpy all tha time
Larry kushy, carey kushy, irene kushy, lemon lime
Menthozane, prododeine, pop me half a supa knot
Bakin like I'm super man, higher than George Jetson man
Hi, my name is gucci mane, I'm a a chronic popper, boy
I done made a song that done got that shit more popular
Louis V binoculars, stylist photographers
Always see me bitin my lip, gucci smoke alot of piff
Yeeehhh, this gucci mane a playa
16 oz of that thang, smoke cummin out my ear
How u get that gun in here, shut the fuck up, roll it up
It's some hoes in this house
It's some hoes in this house
If you see them point them out
If you see them point them out
I like them hoes with them golds in they mouth
That be them hoes from the motherfuckin' south
I like them hoes with them big ass butts
That be them hoes that'll let a nigga cut
I like them hoes with them tats on they thigh
That be them hoes that love to get high
I like them hoes with them piercings in they tongue
That be them hoes that suck dick and swallow cum
I like them hoes
Some call them hoochies
Some call them breezays
Some call them bitches
But we call them hoes
That's how it goes
I like them hoes with them colored ass wigs
That be them hoes with two or more kids
I like them hoes that'll help a nigga fight
That be them hoes that'll fuck with a dyke
I like them hoes with they own damn car
That be them hoes down for menage a trois
I like them hoes with them six inch heels
That be them hoes that'll let a nigga drill
I like them hoes with them diamonds in they nails
That be them hoes that ain't scared to go to jail
I like them hoes with that weave in the front
That be them hoes that can roll a fat blunt
I like them hoes with them tight capri pants
That be them hoes that put you in a three point stance
I like them hoes that be tooting that dust
Yeah
I don't care what time it on
What's up
I'm gonna keep partyin'
Let's do it
I'm gonna give it all I got (oh me too)
So I need to see you, doin' the same thing
We'll party, party, p-party
You know we're never sober
Once we step on the floor
You know we take it over
Hands up in the air
We're on a roller-coaster
Oh, oh, oh
Let's set this place on fire
Ladies to the dance-floor [x8]
One night to live (so we live it up)
Then we do that damn thing (then we give it up)
Gimme any kind of shot (then I drink it up)
Gone hit the dance floor girl (heat it up)
Hands up reach to the sky (put em up)
Get crazy in the club (let's tear it up)
Don't wanna stop (till the sun comes up)
We gone party every day we don't give a what
Ladies looking' like super models
Everybody's over here poppin' bottles
Drink it up, full throttle
Fiesta like there's no tomorrow
We'll party, party, p-party
You know we're never sober
Once we step on the floor
You know we take it over
Hands up in the air
We're on a roller-coaster
Oh, oh, oh
Crank it up
Don't stop
You can give it all you got
Let's rock, don't stop
You can give it all you got
At the top, top, top
You can give it all you got
Oh, oh, oh
Twist and turn, let your body rock
Lose control, let's your hips pop
Beats so hard make your heart stop
Drink until your body drops
Start the fire, let it blaze
Let your animal out the cage
Get wild and crazy, let's behave
[? ]
Anytime anywhere we gone (do it up)
We gone party all night, I don't give a what
[? ]
We'll party, party, p-party
You know we're never sober
Once we step on the floor
You know we take it over
Hands up in the air
We on a roller-coaster
Oh, oh, oh
Crank it up
Don't stop
You can give it all you got
Let's rock don't stop
You can give it all you got
At the top, top, top
You can give it all you got
Oh, oh, oh
All the ladies song along now!
Oh, oh, oh
We'll party, party, p-party
You know we're never sober
Once we step on the floor
You know we take it over
Hands up in the air
We on a roller-coaster
Oh, oh, oh
Crank it up
Don't stop
You can give it all you got
Let's rock don't stop
You can give it all you got
At the top, top, top
You can give it all you got
Oh, oh, oh
Crank it up
Don't stop
You can give it all you got
Let's rock don't stop
You can give it all you got
At the top, top, top
You can give it all you got
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
YEAAAHHHH!!!
Everybody in the club right now (wassup)
If you're standing around (what) you need to get the fuck up outta here (get out!)
Because when come in the club (wassup) we like to get fucking crazy (craaazy!)
you know what....LET"S FUCKING LOSE IT
[Chorus]
Get outta your mind, get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
Get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
[Lil Jon]
I'm a semi truck, no fucking brakes, outta control like a bull out da gate
Get crunk, I'd get the fuck out the way, we get bananas like a room full of apes
I done lost it, you flossin', im over here with my niggas in the mosh pit
Throwing elbows, stomping shell toes, is that nigga dead? Who the fuck knows
Shake them dreads like a motherfucking rasta, go dumb like a motherfucking monsta
You an imposter, you're drinking water, we're drinking patron and chasing it with vodka
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, fuck it
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, fuck it
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, fuck it
LET'S FUCKING LOSE IT!
[Chorus]
Get outta your mind, get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
Get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
[Redfoo]
Grab that bottle (what), twist that cap (what), hold it in the air and tip it back.
I'm crunk as hell (what), I'm all Patron (what), I really don't dance, but I'm in the zone
Move bitch get out the way, I'm running over niggas like a runaway train,
I grab my beer, you do the same, shake that shit and make it rain!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
LET'S FUCKING LOSE IT!
[Chorus]
Get outta your mind, get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
Get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
[Sky-Blu]
Flip cup, tip cup, beer pong, shots,
Niggas on the goose, bitches on my jock
Bar-ten-der, gimme whatcha got
They're dancing on the table, I got niggas smoking rocks
HA get off me, I'm checking motherfuckers like a nigga playing hockey
Yeah, I'm in the penatly box, I'm fucked up taking too many shots
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
I don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck, FUCK IT!
LET'S FUCKING LOSE IT!
[Chorus x2]
Get outta your mind, get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Bump that shit, get outta your mind (what)
Get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what), get outta your mind (what)
Let's go, right about now
We need all the ladies in the place
To report to the dance flo
Now I ain't got but one thing to say
If you ain't come to party
You can get the hell out of here
I'ma dirty dance for ya
I'ma shake my ass for ya
I'ma drop my pants
When you get up on the dance floor
I'ma dirty dance on ya
Wanna get my hands on ya
Show ya I can dance
When you get up on the dance floor
I'ma dirty dance for ya
I'ma shake my ass for ya
I'ma drop my pants
When you get up on the dance floor
I'ma dirty dance on ya
Wanna get my hands on ya
Show ya I can dance
When you get up on the dance floor
Yeah, oh, I turn you on, showin' you my thong
You can't believe all this ass is me
Know what you savor, thirty-one flavors
I'm gonna shake and turn out this party
(Break it down now)
Now we got ourselves a party
So come on everybody
(Let's go)
We dirty dancin', fuck that romancin'
Come hit the dance floor, it's ready wit' me
(Let's go)
All my ladies
(Where you at? Where you at?)
If you got a big butt
Go head throw yo hands up
(Throw 'em up)
All my ladies
(Where you at? Where you at? Where you at?)
If you don't give a fuck
And you're ready to cut then say
I'ma dirty dance for ya
I'ma shake my ass for ya
I'ma drop my pants
When you get up on the dance floor
I'ma dirty dance on ya
Wanna get my hands on ya
Show ya I can dance
When you get up on the dance floor
I'ma dirty dance for ya
I'ma shake my ass for ya
I'ma drop my pants
When you get up on the dance floor
I'ma dirty dance on ya
Wanna get my hands on ya
Show ya I can dance
When you get up on the dance floor
(Yeah)
I'm gon' turn you out, you gon' drop your mouth
I'm sendin' this ass on a shakin' spree
You wanna touch it, might let ya rub it
Think you can hang with a freak like me
(Okay now)
Now it's time to light the castle
And the promise I embrake to
Everyone's sippin', nobody's trippin'
Everyone's dirty dancin' wit' me
(Well, let's go)
I'ma dirty dance for ya
I'ma shake my ass for ya
I'ma drop my pants
When you get up on the dance floor
I'ma dirty dance on ya
Wanna get my hands on ya
Show ya I can dance
When you get up on the dance floor
I'ma dirty dance for ya
I'ma shake my ass for ya
I'ma drop my pants
When you get up on the dance floor
I'ma dirty dance on ya
Wanna get my hands on ya
Show ya I can dance
When you get up on the dance floor
Get up on the dance floor
Yeah, okay, ladies
It's time to take this thing on anotha level
I need you to look around the club
And look for you a thug
And we gonna turn it out
A lil' somethin' like this
All my single ladies
(Where you at? Where you at?)
Go 'head, grab you a thug
Show that nigga some love
(Okay)
All my sexy ladies
(Where you at? Where you at?)
If you horny right now
(Yeah)
Go 'head, break that shit down
One mo time
All my single ladies
(Where you at? Where you at)
Go head, grab you a thug
Show that nigga some love
(Okay)
All my sexy ladies
(Where you at? Where you at?)
If you're horny right now
Go 'head, break that shit down
(Break it down)
And say
I'ma dirty dance for ya
I'ma shake my ass for ya
I'ma drop my pants
When you get up on the dance floor
I'ma dirty dance on ya
Wanna get my hands on ya
Show ya I can dance
When you get up on the dance floor
I'ma dirty dance for ya
I'ma shake my ass for ya
I'ma drop my pants
When you get up on the dance floor
I'ma dirty dance on ya
Wanna get my hands on ya
Show ya I can dance
When you get up on the dance floor
Then say I'ma dirty dance for ya
Get up on the dance floor
(What?)
Get up on the dance floor
(What?)
I'ma dirty dance for ya
I'ma drop my pants for ya
Get up on the dance floor
(What?)
Get up on the dance floor
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Then say I'ma dirty dance for ya
Get up on the, get up on
(What?)
Da blow ...
DA pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
DA blow..DA blow..DA blow..DA blow..DA blow
DA dro,Da percs,Da ounce,Get Pushed!
Get back,No halfs,No edge will give ya hash!,ill join ya 2,but do ya niggas smoke a blunt of
this,you wanna smoke wit me dont bring no bullshit,da blue,thumpin,white spinners,tha green
nickles,that red superman,that peach butter fire,that white rolex,you'll have those hoes hotter
than a box of stolen chex,the snow,the white, yeah miami get crunk,when i see em in tha club they
be sniffin up that skunk,homie 1 gee ya right, homie 2 gee ya right, hoimie 3 gee ya right,i aint
ballin though tonight,if you wanna get cha lean,there aint nuttin but that yella,i done heard
that in texas them niggas got whateva,gally gally of that henna (hennessy) mix it wit that crunk
juice,we'll have a nigga spinnin
yeah i got that weed for the low
those pills for tha low
that blow for tha low
young nigga you aint know,
when i ride i roll high
man an i aint tellin no lie,
when this shit get in my brain,
i drip the grain and fly by,
say dawg you got that good up in tha hood we callin mint, right anoter thing we do is blow call
it blew,we blow callin cocain, fuck head nah nigga,iv'e been on that bang bang hard bouncin front
to back,watch me change the lane lane,cuz dont be talkin that shit,the shit that i get, you
bitches cant get,the measure the A the north and the south,is on the ground,the under under
ground ground smoked out,fulla green,fuck what cha heard bitch yeah im back up on tha scene,if
you wanna get high,you should fuck wit gangsta boo,i be turnnin niggas out,watch how fast i turn
you into a smoked out, loaked out,freaky motherfucker,on that exed out passed out,while i pout
another on da...
i been gettin in that work
i got punds on this perc
im a pimp bitch fuck you pull up your own skirt,skirt we dont give a fuck, 26's on the
truck,fuck around till you show up,we gon tear this bitch up,i got x i got weed i got anything you
need,when you see me in tha street,just holla at me, throw a dolla at me, bitch smile at me, this
ya nigga lil bo from tha E.S.B.
See nigga i smoke everyday,im bout to light up sum hay,i got that shit that will put your mind
up in the day,but i dont fuck wit tha blow,but i fuck wit sum hoes,that be freaky, x outta
control,i remember back in tha day,wit aches in bones,when nigga was ridin in the city truck just
to get to the dough,but we the best in this town,we'll settle ya down,nigga was slangnin bitches
One time it’s by Lil’ Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any bitch that act like a muthafuckin (bitch)
Any pussy nigga that’s a muthafuckin (bitch)
I send this shit out to all y’all man
Fuck y’all pussy-ass niggaz
Playin there for the mothafuckin
Okay, this how we put this shit down for y’all
We run this
You ain’t fuckin wit me
Start a riot in this
Aw get the fuck out this
You be actin like a bitch
So we treat you like a bitch
You be actin like a bitch
So we treat you like a bitch
We beat you like a bitch
Kick your ass like a bitch
We take your fuckin shit
And leave you stuck like a bitch
You wearin panties like a bitch
Yo pussy like a bitch
You sound like a bitch
You talkin like a bitch
You cryin like a bitch
You whinin like a bitch
I hate you fuckin bitch
We’ll kill you bitch
So back up on me in this bitch
Or get fucked up in this bitch
My niggaz real in this bitch
Sit your wig in this bitch
Crack your head in this bitch
Beat your ass is this bitch
So keep poppin let your mouth
And get fucked up like a bitch
Smack you up like a bitch
Stomp you out like a bitch
Slap your head like
Beat you down like a bitch
Take your money like a bitch
On your knees like a bitch
We don’t like you fuckin bitch
We’ll kill you like a bitch
Ain’t no hoes fuckin with this bitch
I put years in this shit
Shed tears for shit
Bitch I’m real with this shit (don’t push me)
Cuz ain’t no fuckin thang bout me pussy
Except this red shit that drip from me
I get money in my hood bitch ain’t nuttin funny (not funny)
But a faggot nigga in nut huggers and big hoots
We toss over who got juice
Who livin a lie (lie)
Who speakin a true, who get that loot
You get on that mic with that bullshit bitch (boitch)
Then it’s all on you
Hangin rap label (rap label)
I ain’t dealin with favorites
Homie fucks with niggaz that do business up under the table
That mad shout
You hoes can’t make it in the game
Unless your titties and your ass out
Now fuck wit me
So I can show you who already ballin in this bitch
Turnin from sweet to sour in this bitch
Like zero to 60 m.p.h.
It’s a thin line between love and hate
And fuck the world
Cuz I ain’t here to stay (bitch)
Hey check this out right (wazzup)
All y’all club managers (uh huh) and club owners (yeah)
It’s bout to get real ugly in your mothafuckin club right now (fucked up in that bitch)
I’m gonna tell ya like this (what’s up)
Get your mothafuckin security ready (fuck em)
Yo I think some shit bout to go down nigga (what goin down nigga)
It’s about Lil Jon (uh huh), Eastside Boyz
Yo check this shit out
Lemme see you get crunk
Lemme see you get bunk
Lemme see you tear that mothafuckin club on up
Lemme see you get crunk
Lemme see you get bunk
Lemme see you tear that mothafuckin club on up
Man fuck them motherfuckin pussy-ass niggaz
Man fuck them motherfuckin pussy-ass niggaz
Man fuck them motherfuckin pussy-ass niggaz
Man fuck them motherfuckin pussy-ass niggaz
Told ya once lil bitch
Said it twice lil bitch
Hang around us niggaz all night
And you’ll get your lil ass whooped bitch
For actin like a bitch
Backslap ya like a bitch
While ya snappin a flick (biotch)
It’s $hort dog
I ain’t wit nowhere
Still spittin real game for all the pimps and the playaz
And you bitches
Don’t try to front foo’
If you don’t leave soon them niggaz bout to jump you
Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya frontin' like a - like a
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
Throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
Well what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do
Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do
What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)
Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas, bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor
Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's
You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out
Every time you get mad, you say get the fuck out
But I told her, I said it's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lie
Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-Fly
You just a...
Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shots
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty South
Burn up the whole block, that's what this here we bout
Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardest
Gonna see who's life is shortest
Regardless this whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to reap my harvest
I'm starvin' less than a life of ballin'
Yet still tryin' to find my callin'
And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain
Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine
Call me a monkey, but look I got King Nine bloodlines
With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow
Name all I borrow
I represent the slums, ate the crumbs
Now I'm reachin' for a new height
Nothin' but love and we grew tight
Played and renew sight
Hustlin' for food tight
