LIL' JON & THE EAST SIDE BOYZ LYRICS

"Snap Ya Fingers"
(feat. E-40, Sean Paul)

[Intro:]
What's happenin'? Dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik
What's up 40? What's happenin'?
What's up Sean Paul? What's happenin'?
Hey! Now ladies and gentlemen it's about dat time
To turn this thang on out
Now let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go!

[Hook: (2x)]
Snap ya fingers! Do ya step!
You can do it all by yo self!
Let me see you do it! Ay!
Let me see you do it! Ay!

[Lil Jon:]
Snap ya fingers and then rock wit it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon drop wit it
Do a step wit it, put ya hips wit it
All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin', what's up
Got da purp fired up
What's happenin', what's up
Got Patrone in my cup
I pop, I drank
I'm on Patrone and purp, I can't thank
I'm blowed, to tha do'
don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home

[Hook: (2x)]

[E-40:]
Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'A'
Bout to hit tha club, we been mobbin' all day
Drinkin' some Rossi, dyin' off Patrone
VIP style, strapped wit my chrome
Look around tha club, what do I see
Everybody rockin' from side to side to tha beat
Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to tha groove
All by they self, that's tha new move
Nigga where I'm from, we like to go dumb
I'm soakin' up tha game, I'm seein' how its done
I ask shawty what they call it, she said tha Pool Palace
Staright from Bankhead, I said you good at it
Do what cha do, you and ya crew
They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too
The mo' that I drank, tha more it's lookin' smooth
It's nuthin to a boss, I can do tha shit too

[Hook: (2x)]

[Sean Paul:]
Chillin' in tha bip, yeah we get crunk
Niggas poppin' bottles and these bitches gettin' drunk
Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air
I'm throwin' up tha E's to let em' know we in here
Brand new shoes, brand new tool
Pull out tha ol school, cuz I'm feelin' real cool
Yeah I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin'
Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock BITCH!
Reppin' my block BITCH!, straight from tha deck
When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck
Smokin' on tha best, we don't fuck wit dat mess
I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this
Yeah I'm back to tha track, back to tha snap
1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back
Dis is how we do it in tha 'A town'
(and if you ain't know) this how it go down

[Hook: (2x)]

Hey! Hey!

"What You Gon' Do (Remix)"
(feat. Elephant Man, Lady Saw)

[Intro]
[Lil Jon:] Yeah!!!

[Elephant Man (Lil Jon)]
Yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yiggy yiggy (What!!!)
Yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yiggy

[Lil Jon (*Elephant Man)]
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

[Verse 1: Elephant Man]
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

[Verse 2: Lil Jon]
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

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
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!!!) ([Lady Saw:] Yuh see mi?)

[Verse 3: Lady Saw]
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!!!)

[Verse 4: Elephant Man]
Mi ready ready ready mad mi sick mi head gone
Mi ready ready ATL, Elephant Man ready!!!

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
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!!!)

[Verse 5: Elephant Man]
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

[Outro: Lil Jon (Elephant Man)]
Hey! (Come on!) Hey! Hey! Yeah! Hey! (Scoobay! Away!)
It's the motherfuckin remix! Yeah! (Clear!) It's the motherfuckin remix!
(Bomb a drop!) Hey! (Come on!)

"Get Low (Remix)"
(feat. Busta Rhymes, Elephant Man, Ying Yang Twins)

[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

"Put Yo Hood Up (Remix)"
(feat. Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte)

[Intro - Roy Jones Jr.]
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

[Hook]
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

[Verse 1 - Jadakiss]
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

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Petey Pablo]
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

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Chyna Whyte]
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

[Verse 5 - Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz]
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
Nigga fuck you - fuck you

[Hook]

"Get Crunk"
(feat. Bo Hagon)

[Lil Jon talking]
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!)

[Chorus:]
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.

[2x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk

[Verse]
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.

[Chorus]

[2x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk

[Verse]
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

[Chorus]

[2x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk

[Lil Jon']
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)

[Verse]
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

[Chorus]

[3x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk

[Fades out...]

"Push That Nigga, Push That Hoe"

[Lil' Jon]

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

[(Hook) 2x]
Push that nigga!, Push that hoe! [2x]
Get crunk! [9x]
Ay! [8x in background]

[Lil' Jon and The Eastside Boyz]
MEAN-mug a nigga, MEAN-mug a nigga whuut!!!! [2x]
What'cha gon' do nigga?, What'cha won' do nigga? [2x]
Ay MEAN-mug a nigga, MEAN-mug a nigga whuut!!!! [2x]
What'cha gon' do nigga?, What'cha won' do nigga? [2x]
Try again nigga (Biyaaa!!!) [2x]
We still deeper than yo' muthafuckin' click nigga (Biyaaa!!!)
Try again nigga ( Whut, whut) [2x]
We still deeper than yo' muthafuckin' click nigga
We shut da club down (Biyaaa!!!) and start a fight up in dis bitch [2x]
Just keep talkin' shit (BITCH!) [2x]
If a nigga talkin' shit we start a fight up in dis' bitch!

[Hook]

[Lil' Jon and The Eastside Boyz]
It's goin' down in dis bitch, so nigga guard'ja grill [2x]
YOU ain't crunk nigga!! [4x]
It's goin' down in dis bitch, so nigga guard'ja grill [2x]
YOU ain't buck nigga!! [4x]
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!! [4x]
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!! [3x]
YOU ain't crunk niggaaaaaaaahh!

[Hook]

[Lil' Jon and The Eastside Boyz]
[2x]
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!
YA'LL ain't NUTTIN' but some HOES! [4x]

"Bia' Bia'"
(feat. Big Kap, Chyna Whyte, Ludacris,Too $hort)

[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'!"