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Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz - Bia′ Bia′ Check In

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

Дата написания: 23 Февраля 2024 21:51:31
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Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz - Bia′ Bia′

[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′!"

Дата написания: 23 Февраля 2024 21:51:30
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Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz - Bia′ Bia′ 2

[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]

Дата написания: 23 Февраля 2024 21:51:30
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