lil jon and the eastside boys - bia bia 2 lyrics
(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 d-mn it motherf-cker, get cho’ hands up
well get cho’ hands up, get cho’ hands up
got d-mn it motherf-cker, get cho’ hands up
well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
got d-mn it motherf-cker, throw yo click up
throw yo click up, throw yo click up
got d-mn it motherf-cker, throw yo click up
well what chu’ lookin’ at n-gg-, what chu’ lookin’ at n-gg-
what chu’ lookin’ at n-gg-, what chu’ lookin’ at n-gg-
what chu’ lookin’ at n-gg-, what chu’ lookin’ at n-gg-
what chu’ lookin’ at n-gg-, what chu’ lookin’ at n-gg-
now what chu’ wanna do, what chu’ wanna do
got d-mn it, f-ck n-gg- what chu’ wanna do
what chu’ wanna do (you scared), what chu’ wanna do (you scared)
well n-gg- f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you, f-ck you
[hook x2]
[too $hort]
well pour me some bombay and fire up that bomb
it’s about time somebody checked you, you b-tch -ss punk
i heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
real n-gg-s, bring out the ho in you
us pimp n-gg-s get a foul ho, we chin check her
all you do is play the role n-gg-, you just an actor
won’t let a b-tch breathe, if she wanted with your’s
you just a weak motherf-cker, so insecure
how come she can’t leave home without gettin’ cussed out
every time you get mad, you say get the f-ck 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 n-gg- 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]
b-mp, b-mp, b-mp, b-mp lettin’ off shots
double glock, glock, ch-ch, n-gg- pop pop
it don’t stop in that dirty south
burn up the whole block, that’s what this here we bout
n-gg-s livin lawless, n-gg-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 b-tch, chyna whyte
[hook]
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