Текст (слова) песни: Lil` Jon and The Eastside Boyz fToo $hor - 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]
 

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