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Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz

Bia' Bia' 2

Bia' Bia' 2

(album: Put Yo Hood Up - 2001)

[Hook x2]
Bia Bia, why ya acting like a like a
Bia Bia, why ya fussing like a like a
Bia Bia, why ya looking like a like a
Bia Bia, why ya fronting like a like a

[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
Throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
Well what chu' looking at nigga, what chu' looking at nigga
What chu' looking at nigga, what chu' looking at nigga
What chu' looking at nigga, what chu' looking at nigga
What chu' looking at nigga, what chu' looking at nigga
Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do
Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do
What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)
Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

[Hook x2]

[Too $hort]
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas, bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor
Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's
You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without getting cussed out
Every time you get mad, you say get the fuck 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 nigga 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 letting off shots
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty South
Burn up the whole block, that's what this here we bout
Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardest
Gonna see who's life is shortest
Regardless this whole world to me is garbage
Trying to reap my harvest
I'm starving less than a life of balling
Yet still trying to find my calling
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 reaching for a new height
Nothing but love and we grew tight
Played and renew sight
Hustling for food tight
Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte

[Hook]

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