Lil' Jon and The East Side Boyz - Bia Bia 2 - Lil Jon lyrics

[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]