[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 motherf**er, get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it motherf**er, get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherf**er, throw yo click up
Throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherf**er, throw yo click up
Well what chu' lookin' at n***a, what chu' lookin' at n***a
What chu' lookin' at n***a, what chu' lookin' at n***a
What chu' lookin' at n***a, what chu' lookin' at n***a
What chu' lookin' at n***a, what chu' lookin' at n***a
Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do
Got damn it, f** n***a what chu' wanna do
What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)
Well n***a f** you, f** you, f** you, f** you
[Hook x2]
[Too $hort]
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about time somebody checked you, you b**h a** punk
I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real n***as, bring out the ho in you
Us pimp n***as get a foul ho, we chin check her
All you do is play the role n***a, you just an actor
Won't let a b**h breathe, if she wanted with your's
You just a weak motherf**er, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out
Every time you get mad, you say get the f** 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 n***a 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, n***a pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty South
Burn up the whole block, that's what this here we bout
n***as livin lawless, n***as 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 b*tch, Chyna Whyte
[Hook]