*featuring Too $hort, Chyna Whyte
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[Hook x2]
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Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a
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Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a
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Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a
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Bia Bia, why ya frontin' like a - like a
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[Lil' Jon]
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Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
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Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
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Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
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Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
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Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
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Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
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Throw yo click up, throw yo click up
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Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
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Well what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
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What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
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What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
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What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
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Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do
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Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do
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What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)
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Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
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[Hook x2]
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[Too $hort]
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Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
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It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk
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I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
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Real niggas, bring out the ho in you
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Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her
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All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor
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Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's
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You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure
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How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out
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Every time you get mad, you say get the fuck out
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But I told her, I said it's cool, get at me
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Come by the house and get nasty
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I spit the real game
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I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
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I told her call me daddy
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Trick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lie
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Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-Fly
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You just a...
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[Hook x2]
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[Chyna Whyte]
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Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shots
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Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop
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It don't stop in that Dirty South
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Burn up the whole block, that's what this here we bout
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Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardest
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Gonna see who's life is shortest
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Regardless this whole world to me is garbage
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Tryin' to reap my harvest
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I'm starvin' less than a life of ballin'
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Yet still tryin' to find my callin'
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And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain
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Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine
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Call me a monkey, but look I got King Nine bloodlines
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With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow
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Name all I borrow
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I represent the slums, ate the crumbs
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Now I'm reachin' for a new height
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Nothin' but love and we grew tight
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Played and renew sight
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Hustlin' for food tight
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Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte
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[Hook]
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Bia' Bia' 2
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| Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz |
