Bia' Bia'

LIL' JON & THE EAST SIDE BOYZ
 Miscellaneous
 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!
 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)
 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)
 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
 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
 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'!"