Lil Jon - Bia' Bia' Check In lyrics

[Big Kap] Ay yo check this out, supreme figga n***a Big Kap Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte Ludacris n***a, $hort Dogg Ay tell them n***as what's up though If you scared, get the f** out the club n***a [Hook] 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 REPEAT [Verse 1] Well get 'em up Get 'em up Put 'em up Put 'em up Stop actin' like a b**h and get yo hands up Well get 'em up Get 'em up Put 'em up Put 'em up Stop actin' like a b**h and get yo hands up Well where you from n***a Where you from Where you from n***a Where you from God dammit motherf**a where you from Where you from Well where you from n***a Where you from Where you from n***a Where you from God dammit motherf**a where you from Where you from Well represent yo sh** - represent yo sh** Say f** that clique - say f** that clique Represent yo sh** - represent yo sh** Say f** that clique - say f** that clique Well you scared You scared You scared You scared Stop actin' like a b**h you scared You scared You scared You scared You scared You scared Stop actin' like a b**h you scared You scared [Hook] [Chyna Whyte] Chyna Whyte don't s** no dicks or lick no nuts b**h 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 b**h I ain't got time to party I'm breakin' bread with Dominican n***as 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 b**hes make ya a** clap I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI Catch me drivin' DUI Look cause I don't give a f** n***a I'm livin' or die Who on this track f**in' with me, y'all is willin' to try Chyna Whyte the thug b**h with no feelin's inside Motherf**a [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 co*k 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 a** ain't blaze [Hook] [Too $hort] b**h n***as in the house tell me what's up A n***a 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 a**ed out Punched him in his chin and then he pa**ed out Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out Always hit them weak motherf**az right in they mouth You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' sh** Cause n***as will run up in yo a** like you a nasty b**h You little b**h, 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 b**h and live a real life You just a Bia Bia