(feat. Too $hort, Chyna Whyte)
[Hook x2]
Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a

Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya frontin' like a - like a


[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up

Got damn it mother$#&@er, get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it mother$#&@er, get cho' hands up

Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it mother$#&@er, throw yo click up
Throw yo click up, throw yo click up

Got damn it mother$#&@er, throw yo click up
Well what chu' lookin' at ^!$$%, what chu' lookin' at ^!$$%
What chu' lookin' at ^!$$%, what chu' lookin' at ^!$$%

What chu' lookin' at ^!$$%, what chu' lookin' at ^!$$%
What chu' lookin' at ^!$$%, what chu' lookin' at ^!$$%
Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do

Got damn it, $#&@ ^!$$% what chu' wanna do
What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You
scared)

Well ^!$$% $#&@ you, $#&@ you, $#&@ you, $#&@ you

[Hook x2]


[Too $hort]
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb

It's about time somebody checked you, you (*##$ $$# punk
I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real ^!$$%s, bring out the ho in you

Us pimp ^!$$%s get a foul ho, we chin check her
All you do is play the role ^!$$%, you just an actor
Won't let a (*##$ breathe, if she wanted with your's

You just a weak mother$#&@er, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out
Every time you get mad, you say get the $#&@ 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 ^!$$% 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 lettin' off shots
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, ^!$$% pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty South

Burn up the whole block, that's what this here we bout
^!$$%s livin lawless, ^!$$%s labeled hardest
Gonna see who's life is shortest

Regardless this whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to reap my harvest
I'm starvin' less than a life of ballin'

Yet still tryin' to find my callin'
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 reachin' for a new height
Nothin' but love and we grew tight

Played and renew sight
Hustlin' for food tight
Who the dopest on the planet !#$*, Chyna Whyte


[Hook]