Bia' Bia'

LIL' JON & THE EAST SIDE BOYZ Miscellaneous 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 You just a - "Bia' Bia'!"