Ayo, check this out, supreme figure nigga Big Kap
Rockin with Lil’ Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga) $hort Dog (Ayy, tell them niggas 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 ’em up, get ’em up), why you frontin’ like a- like a- (Push ’em off, push ’em off)
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 ’em 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?)
Goddamn it, motherfucker, where you from? (Where you from?)
Where you from, nigga? (Where you from?)
Where you from, nigga? (Where you from?)
Goddamn it, 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)
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 ’em up, get ’em up), why you frontin’ like a- like a- (Push ’em off, push ’em off)
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 ’em up, get ’em up), why you frontin’ like a- like a- (Push ’em off, push ’em off)
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 NoDoz 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 niggas
Over a hot Bennigan’s dinner
Thinkin’ how I’ma cop this six at the beginning of winter
Chrome it out, then fit it with timber, that’s wood grain
What you ain’t know, this a hood thang
All my thugs, let your wood swang
Bitches, make your ass clap
I’m takin’ all y’all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin’ D.U.I
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 a thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker
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 ’em up, get ’em up), why you frontin’ like a- like a- (Push ’em off, push ’em off)
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 ’em up, get ’em up), why you frontin’ like a- like a- (Push ’em off, push ’em off)
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 floor
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
Your 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” (Huh?)
And then my voice got raspy
‘Cause I was smokin’ on some Cali’ and my eyes was dazed
I was in the zone, could’ve thrown up them tre’s
And if you lost, Lil’ Jon’s got some Eastside ways
So stop actin’ like a bia’ if your ass ain’t blaze
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 ’em up, get ’em up), why you frontin’ like a- like a- (Push ’em off, push ’em off)
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 ’em up, get ’em up), why you frontin’ like a- like a- (Push ’em off, push ’em off)
Bitch niggas in the house, tell me what’s up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody hollered “Get ’em”
And now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick ’em, told the pitbull to sic ’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 motherfuckers right in they mouth!
You better stay out the way and act like you ain’t havin’ shit
‘Cause niggas will run up in yo’ ass like you a nasty bitch
You little biatch, that’s what they 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’)
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