Ay, yo, check this out, supreme figga' nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys, Eastside Boyz, Chyna
Whyte
(Ludacris, nigga) $hort Dog (ay, tell 'em niggas what's up
Tho)
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 damn it, mothafucka, where you from? (Where you from?)
Well, where you from, nigga? (Where you from?)
Where you from, nigga? (Where you from?)
God damn it mothafucka, 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 'n coffee?
No sleep, I'm lookin' 40
With three bricks in the 740
Bitch, I ain't got time to porrty
I'm breakin' bread wit' Dominican niggas
Ova' a hot Bennigan's dinna'
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the six at the beginnin' o' winta'
Chrome-it-out 'n then fit it wit' timba', that's wood-grain
What you ain't know is this a hood thang
All my thugs, let ya wood swang
Bitches, make ya ass clap
I'm takin' all yo' 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's a thug-bitch with no feelin's inside
Mothafucka
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 ya 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 o' snow
I bring the pain, cock back, and swing the thang
Ya 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 raspy
'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 And The Eastside Boyz 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 hollered: Get 'em!, and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pitbull 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 mothafuckas right in their 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 they callin' you
You'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin', dude
Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo' colla'
You feel like Marvin Gaye, 'cause they made you wanna holla'
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'!
