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Tytuł: Bia Bia (Remix)

  • Wykonawca: Lil' Jon
  • Wy¶wietleń: 295
[Big Kap]
  Ay yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
  Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris nigga), $hort Dogg
  (Ay tell them niggaz what's up though)
  If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga
  
  [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 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 motherfucka where you from (Where you from)
  Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
  Where you from nigga (Where you from)
  God dammit motherfucka 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)
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Chyna Whyte]
  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 Doze 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 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
  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' or die
  Who on this track fuckin' with me, y'all is willin' to try
  Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's inside
  Motherfucka
  
  [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
  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 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 ass ain't blaze
  
  [Hook]
  
  [Too $hort]
  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