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lil jon & the east side boyz - stop trippin lyrics

[intro: ludacris]
ha ha yeah uh uh uh uh ludacris, lil’ jon & the east side boyz drop it

[chorus: lil’ jon & the east side boyz]
what’s up, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up
what’s up, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up!
stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop
trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho!
shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it
shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it
shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it
shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it

[verse 1: ludacris]
a, f-ck hoes, that’s how i start my rhyme off
so take your -ss to the doctor, hold your b-lls and cough
i take one to the head piece you take one to the dome
cl!ck your heels go home
me and the rush we up in the back getting high
i represent c.p. south side until i die
and the haters want to know why i’m that n-gga with the clout
it’s because i’m coming in like toilet paper is running out
and i’m all about the paper when i’m coming from the heart
i get up in some -ss, then break wind like a fart
from the start to the finish, diminish them in my spare time
messing with hoes whose legs go back further than your father’s hairline
hit down when i get down make them sit down catch a fit now
fussing and i’m cussing when i’m busting now who’s the sh-t now me
and i’m trying to let them know just how i’m flipping
disturbing tha peace, tell these hoes to quit (trippin hoe)

[verse 2: daddy t]
roll out the red carpets, let the game begin
daddy t coming through to f-ck all your freaky friends
because every day is the same thing, baby i’m a player
hit me on the beeper, h-ll yeah on my cell
pick her up knock her down and drop her back out
why you waiting on that b-tch trying to stay in the house?
i’m going to keep stabbing though stabbing though
because your b-tch is my trick
why you kissing that hoe there for sucking my d-ck?
because i don’t give a f-ck because i got a block of s-x
ready to get my nuts so daddy t can catch a nut
then it’s back to the crib then let my pimping rest up
because i got another n-gga hoe to make me catch a nut
while y’all suckers throwing stuff about these hoes that bringing out the hen
f-ck it, in the back of baby body benz
see i expose these hoes for the freaks that they be, so enemies try to act
sharp, sharp

[bridge: lil’ jon & the east side boyz]
bounce that -ss hoe
bounce, bounce, bounce that -ss hoe
bounce, bounce, bounce that -ss hoe
bounce, bounce, bounce that -ss hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe
bounce that -ss hoe
bounce, bounce, bounce that -ss hoe
bounce, bounce, bounce that -ss hoe
bounce, bounce, bounce that -ss hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe

[verse 3: lil’ chris]
no matter where i’m at, no matter where i go
it’s just like this on and off the road
i let them suckers get mad, players keep playing
f-ck all those who don’t like what i’m saying
get tricked if you want to, better learn the game
because all around the world it’s the same old thing
they thinking them hand cuffs going to keep me from getting they hoes
you can lock them in the safe, i’m going to break the code
can’t change no freak, this sh-t forever
she’s going to sneak and do it anyways, so you might as well let her
how you figure because she’s pregnant she starts f-cking, you crazy?
y’all is still coming through and feeding the baby
better believe i dig them down every chance i get
but don’t quote me b-tch because i ain’t said sh-t, said sh-t, said sh-t…
i ain’t said sh-t, said sh-t, said sh-t…

[verse 4: lil’ chris], (ludacris)
i rolled out the headville (uh huh) pulled up in tight pocket (what)
pushed up on a tight little something and just had to knock it
in the beginning we was tripping and sh-t (uh huh)
i was showing old girl how to line up a stick (ha ha)
she got happy when she hit that nine in the side, (what) gave me a hug
and i was ready to f-ck
because her body was so soft
i’m thinking guaranteed cutting (what), finna knock her off
play my hand right (right)
what’s up let’s hit this honeycomb hide-out (uh-huh)
tell your friends your with me and let’s ride out (ride out!)
but you know they had a fat girl in the bunch (uh-huh)
talking sh-t, i’m about to punch her -ss in the stomach (ha ha)
i understand big girl want to nut (yeah)
all she had to do was ask, i would have f-cked (ha)
discrimination ain’t in lil’ chris (lil’ chris!)
everybody know mad bagging they don’t want it

[outro: ludacris]
ludacris, daddy t, backdoor joey, lil’ jon & the east side boyz, dj smurf
drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop

[outro chorus: lil’ jon & the east side boyz]
stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho!

- lil jon the east side boyz lyrics

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