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LIL JON and THE EAST SIDE BOYZ : Bia' Bia' lyrics

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LIL JON and THE EAST SIDE BOYZ lyrics : "Bia' Bia'"

(feat. Big Kap, Chyna Whyte, Ludacris,Too $hort)
[Big Kap]
Aiyyo check this out, supreme figga ^!$$% Big Kap

Rockin with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte
(Ludacris ^!$$%) $hort Dog (Ay tell them ^!$$%z what's up
though)

If you scared, get the $#&@ out the club ^!$$%!

[Hook - repeat 2X]

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)


[Lil' Jon]
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)

Stop actin' like a (*##$ and get yo hands up
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)

Stop actin' like a (*##$ and get yo hands up
Well where you from ^!$$% (Where you from)
Where you from ^!$$% (Where you from)

God dammit mother$#&@er where you from (Where you from)
Well where you from ^!$$% (Where you from)
Where you from ^!$$% (Where you from)

God dammit mother$#&@er where you from (Where you from)
Well represent yo %#@! - represent yo %#@!
Say $#&@ that clique - say $#&@ that clique

Represent yo %#@! - represent yo %#@!
Say $#&@ that clique - say $#&@ that clique
Well you scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)

Stop actin' like a (*##$ you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a (*##$ you scared (You scared)


[Hook]


[Chyna Whyte]
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
(*##$ I hit licks and flip bricks

Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No-Doz and coffee
No sleep, I'm lookin' 40

With three bricks in a 740
(*##$ I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican ^!$$%z

Over a hot Bennigan'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
(*##$es make ya $$# clap

I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin' DUI
Look cause I don't give a $#&@ ^!$$% I'm livin to die

Who on this track $#&@in with me, y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug (*##$ with no feelings inside,
mother$#&@er


[Hook]


[Ludacris]
Well pour out the Henn and [email protected]&@e 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 flo'
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 - @@#! 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 raaaassspy
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 $$# ain't blaze

[Hook]


[Too $hort]
(*##$ ^!$$%z in the house tell me what's up
A ^!$$% 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 $$#ed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak mother$#&@az right in they mouth

You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin'
%#@!
Cause ^!$$%z will run up in yo $$# like you a nasty (*##$
You little (*##$, 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 (*##$ and live a real life
You just a - "Bia' Bia'!"

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