Текст песни:

[Big Kap]
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!

[Hook - repeat 2X]
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)

[Lil′ Jon]
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)

[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-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

[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 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

[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′!"

@ Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz

Текст песни:

[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]

@ Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz

Текст песни:

Big Kap
Ay yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin′ with Lil′ Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte , $hort Dogg

If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga

Hook
Bia Bia
Why you actin′ like a - like a
Bia Bia
Why you fussin′ like a - like a
Bia Bia
Why you lookin′ like a - like a
Bia Bia
Why you frontin′ like a - like a
REPEAT

::Verse 1:: Well get ′em up
Put ′em up
Stop actin′ like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well get ′em up
Put ′em up
Stop actin′ like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from nigga
Where you from nigga
God dammit motherfucka where you from
Well where you from nigga
Where you from nigga
God dammit motherfucka 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
Stop actin′ like a bitch you scared
You scared
You scared
Stop actin′ like a bitch 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

@ Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz

Текст песни:

[Chorus]
We run dis (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
We run dis (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
We run dis (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
We run dis (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
U ain′t fuckin′ wit me (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
U ain′t fuckin′ wit me (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
U ain′t fuckin′ wit me (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
U ain′t fuckin′ wit me (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Start a roit in this (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Start a riot in this (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Start a riot in this (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Start a riot in this (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Start a riot in this (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Start a riot in this (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Start a riot in this (Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch)
Or Get the fuck out this bitch

[Lil′ Jon]
U be actin′ like a bitch
So, we treat u like a bitch
U be actin′ like a bitch
So, we treat u like a bitch
We beat u like bitch
Kick yo ass like a bitch
We take yo fuckin′ shit and live u stuck like a bitch
U wearin′ panties like a bitch
U pussy like a bitch
U sound like a bitch
U talkin′ like a bitch
U cryin′ like a bitch
U whinin′ like a bitch
I hate u fuckin′bitch, We′ll kill u bitch

[Somebody]
So back up off of me in this (Bitch)
Or get fucked up in this (Bitch)
My niggas real in this (Bitch)
Split yo wig in this (Bitch)
Crack yo head in this (Bitch)
Beat yo ass in this (Bitch)
So, keep poppin′ at the mouth and get fucked up like a (Bitch)
Smack u up like a (Bitch)
Stump u out like a (Bitch)
Snap yo neck like a (Bitch)
Beat u down like a (Bitch)
Take yo money like a (Bitch)
On yo knees like a (Bitch)
We don′t like u fuckin′ bitch, We′ll kill u bitch

[Chorus]

[Chyna White]
Ain′t no hoes fuckin′ wit this bitch
I put years in this shit
I shed tears fo this shit
Bitch I′m real wit this shit
Don′t push me
Cause ain′t a fuckin′ thing bout me pussy
Accept this red shit that drip from me
I get money
In my hood, bitch ain′t nothing funny
But a fagget nigga nut huggas and big hoops
We tussle over who got juice
Who living a lie
Who speakin the truth
Who gettin′ that loop
U get on the mic wit that bull shit bitch (Bitch) then it′s all on u
Hangin′ rap labels
I ain′t dealin′ wit fables
I only fuck wit niggas that do business up under the table
They mad shawty
U hoes can′t make it in the game
Unless yo titties and ya ass out
Now fuck wit me
So I can show you who really ballin′ in this bitch
Turn it from sweet to sour in this bitch
Like 0 to 60 mph
It′s a thin line between love and hate
And fuck the world cause I ain′t hear to stay, Beyotch

[Chorus]

Eh, check this out, right (Wussup?)
All yall club managers (uh huh)
And club owners (yeah)
Its bout ta get real ugly up in yo mothafuckin club (fucked up in that bitch)
I′ma tell ya like this (wussup?)
Get your motherfuckin security ready (fuck em)
Cuz I think some shit about to go down nigga (whats goin down)
Its lil jon, eastside boys
Yall check this shit out!!!

Let me see u get kruck
Let me see u get puff
Let me see u tear the muthafuckin′ club on up
Let me see u get kruck
Let me see u get puff
Let me see u tear the muthafuckin′ club on up

Man, fuck dem muthafuckin′ pussy ass niggas
Man, fuck dem muthafuckin′ pussy ass niggas
Man, fuck dem muthafuckin′ pussy ass niggas
Man, fuck dem muthafuckin′ pussy ass niggas

[Chorus]

[Too Short]
Told u once lil nigga
Said it twice lil bitch
Hang around us niggas all night and you′ll get yo lil ass whoop
Fo actin′ like a bitch
Back slap u like a bitch
Way u snapping′ a flick
Bitch
It′s Short Dog
I ain′t went no where
Still spittin′ real game fo all the pimps and players
And u bitches
Don′t try and front fool
If u don′t leave soon
Dem niggas bout to jump u
U just a
Bitch, bitch, bitch

@ Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz

Текст песни:

(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 be 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 sally
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 nothin up my nose
Qualification for any selection I′m makin
Fast talkin, street walkin, non-stop trip breakin
They don′t keep nothin though
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 it baby
I was born with it
Real hustlers have to beat the street and go and get it

(Hook 2) (2x)
See I don′t want to
I don′t need to
Cause I know I can′t trust you
I can′t leave 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 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!!

@ Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz

Текст песни:

[Chorus - Gangsta Boo (9x)]
Da blow ...
DA pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
DA blow..DA blow..DA blow..DA blow..DA blow

[Lil′ Jon]
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

[Chorus 5x]

[Gangsta Boo]
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...

[Chorus 5x]

[Lil′ Bo]
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.

[Big Sam]
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
down,20 kilos a pound!

@ Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz

Текст песни:

[Chorus]
3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2x
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 skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet 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 50 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 nigga drunk then a motherfucker threaten me now

She getting crunk in the club I mean 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 b i itch
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 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2x
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 skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet 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
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
Now back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2x
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 skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet 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 50
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
looking at a nigga with yo palm 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
a 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 dirty dance yin yang we done again
And put it on the map like annnnn

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2x
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 skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)

Got dam (Got dam) ya ya′ll twerking a little bit ladies
But ya got to twerk a little 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 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2x
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 skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)

@ Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz

Текст песни:

[Lil′ Jon] 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]

[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]

[Verse 2 - 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]

@ Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz

Текст песни:

[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]

@ Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz