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lil jon & the east side boyz - bme click lyrics

[intro: lil jon]
yeah! yeah! yeah! yeah!
check this out
it’s your motherf-ckin’ boy lil jon
bme cl1ck representer right
now i, i, i just got to get some sh-t off my chest
it’s a lot f-ck n-ggas been talking sh-t bout me
but you know what?
p-ssy n-gga i don’t give a f-ck
i’m a real n-gga
and real n-gga handle his motherf-ckin’ business
like my n-ggas bout to do right now

[verse 1: bezel]
whatever bezel give ya gon’ be fi-yi-yi
drop some acid in your drink, make you see tie-dye
i don’t care if my girl just a leg and a thigh
she better split her thighs, let me hear her ay ya ya
they say if you wait a little while, good things’ll come
drink come, get yours, but you blink and it’s gone
patient dude, i really can’t wait that long
been layin’ fools down way before that 8ball song
i like that benz, go ahead and run that, man
boy you’s a ho, i think you juwanna man
it’s not your boy from d12, it’s atl
one of the sickest dudes out, they like ain’t he well
adamville ain’t changed, it’s still the same
they thought knockin’ ??? would stop the cane
boss the plane, they livin’ on fantasy island
double move if a quake, made atlanta an island

[verse 2: don p]
this ya boy don p, aka get away from me
i don’t play, i just ride
hide and go seek, n-gga i don’t hide
never had a watch so i never had the time
always had money, but i stayed on the grind
girls give me head so i got ’em in your minds
world’s most wanted, i done did a million crimes
gotta be established, that i’m twice platinum
gimme some sp-ce, n-gga, back back some
ain’t really smart, but ain’t that dumb
????? n-gga you can keep it crunk
i don’t drop hits, n-gga, i drop bombs
forget bein’ a star, n-gga i’m a f-ckin’ sun
n-gga lookin’ at me talkin’ ’bout it’s all good
kings of crunk, n-gga, comin’ through your hood

[verse 3: black boi]
see i ain’t come to play
i came to spit bars inside cars
to let you n-ggas know where i stay
two-eighty-five way, don’t miss the byway, on my highway
eastside we on that remy and that purple ’round my way
okay boy, now let me spit, it’s black boi
on this here, and boy, i’m real with this sh-t
i rip drawers off, take your b-lls off
cause you knew before you came in my room, girl, you was so sawed off
was i wrote off? oh nooo
i was strapped at it b-tch
before you close the door, now that’s fo sho
we on that dro
when you get up out my car, b-tch, don’t slam my door
motherf-cker

[verse 3: dirty mouth]
atl is my home
and on my hip, keep that chrome
for the ones who talkin’ sh-t, they better leave me alone
i ain’t playin’ no games, i’m just out for this fame
gettin’ this money is how i see it, gettin’ blow from the jane
keep your distance, i’m ’bout to start movin’ this chain
this hollow tip gon’ be rainin’ on the top of ya brain
hot like lava, i’m loadin’ up this chrome problem solver
so watch your back cause here i come, droppin’ bodies like bombers
this smith and wessen, is gonna teach you haters a lesson
all you n-ggas keep on stressin’, how we smoke up the essence
this herbal session, just keep a n-gga full of confession
so while i’m diggin’ in your purse, i keep that heat for protection
now gimme your loot
this motherf-cker gon’ make me pimp shoot
this motherf-cker think i’m plannin’, think i’m roody like poo
you think i’m gravy, i told you boys don’t play me for lame
this motherf-cker didn’t wanna listen, i took his -ss out the game, b-tch!

[verse 4: la]
t-r-y m-e p-ssy n-gga
lil la off in this b-tch, ready to bust yo f-ckin’ sh-t, b-tch
rich n-gga, if you wanna talk that bullsh-t
go on hate, i ain’t stunt ya, runnin’ up i’ll get ya split
from the bottom to the top
top to bottom you will go
naw ho, i ain’t the n-gga, to be f-ckin’ with fo
sic ’em, get ’em, split ’em, hit ’em
tear that n-gga -ss up
i k!ll for fun mayne, and i ain’t jokin mayne
what’s up? back up f-ck n-gga, who you takin to?
yeah, scary -ss n-gga, we comin’ for you
if you wanna talk sh-t, better be prepared
to live and die in the motherf-ckin’ atl

[verse 5: yo gotti]
ain’t nothin’ like a good -ss-whoopin’ to set it off
come, how you want it b-tch and get ya p-ssy -ss off
them little n-ggas ain’t gon’ fight, so i’ma shoot first
big n-gga wanna tussle, put them hands to work
decatur born, decatur bred, decatur dead in the end
ho cl1ck, more b-tch than a ???
[?] and [?], wishin’ yo b-tch -ss made it
crunker then a dog in the south west gate
we got hoes shakin’ -ss, and they got it for sale
real head, bust it in and put in work for the mail
what’s that smell? your dead -ss in a hotel
no evidence because there’s never guns in the chair
cramp in my leg from sittin’ in the closet waitin’ on ya
lil jon, the esb, finna put them hands on ya
got claims on your life, the hitman i be
you want the job done, just holla at me, yeah

[verse 6: bo hagon]
i can’t feel the ground the beneath me
one of these hoes is down to freak me
haters they would love shoot rounds to leak me
have my family sittin’ ’round to weep me
life as a hustler, an everyday struggler, tryin’ to double up
and aim for your jugular, if you ever try to trouble us, better knuckle up
the streets, they know what it is
they know what the fake, they know what the real
they go for the k!ll, do what you feel
hop in the ‘lac, flash ya grill
show your gold, throw your bows
stay on ya toes and don’t trust these hoes
play ya part, and do ya thang
always put money before the fame

[verse 7: lil bo]
y’all n-ggas don’t wanna see me
runnin’ ’round here hatin’ on me
wanna know what i do wit my cheese
eighty-four silverado chevy
now i can buy that nine-eleven
and i can get that escalade
bout to hit the corner, pop the trunk and let that thang spray
reppin that ga, decatur’s where i stay
nothin but real n-ggas and b-tches out here ’round my way
lil bo, i be that n-gga, quick to pull a trigger
and put some lead in the head of a f-ck n-gga

[verse 8: big sam]
woke up this mornin’, n-gga
with a pump and my hand on the trigger
had a dream last night i was bein’ hated on by a bunch of these f-ck n-ggas
these n-ggas done made me slip now, into my alias now
coup de grâce swat officers and all these haters and these n-ggas right now
frankly i’m hot and p-ssed
this sh-t is ludicrous
same n-ggas you grew up with n-gga
be the same n-ggas get they wig split
so keep flexin’ and talkin’, and get your -ss whipped
motherf-cker you must not know who you f-ckin’ with
i’m dj 64, that n-gga xl
big sam sayin’ this sh-t to let you know what’s real
you b-tch, b-tch, ho, ho
-ss, -ss, n-gga, n-gga!!

[outro]
we ain’t playin’
money slangin’
justifyin’
gangsta ridin’
mo’ rich
pimp sh-t
i’m just sangin’
atl ain’t f-ckin’ playin’!

- lil jon the east side boyz lyrics

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