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Big Kap |
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Ay yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap |
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Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte <Ludacris nigga>, $hort Dogg |
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<Ay tell them niggaz what's up though> |
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If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga |
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Hook |
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Bia Bia <Get 'em up, get 'em up> |
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Why you actin' like a - like a <Push 'em off, push 'em off> |
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Bia Bia <Get 'em up, get 'em up> |
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Why you fussin' like a - like a <Push 'em off, push 'em off> |
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Bia Bia <Get 'em up, get 'em up> |
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Why you lookin' like a - like a <Push 'em off, push 'em off> |
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Bia Bia <Get 'me up, get 'em up> |
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Why you frontin' like a - like a <Push 'em off, push 'em off> |
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REPEAT |
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::Verse 1:: Well get 'em up <Get 'em up> |
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Put 'em up <Put 'em up> |
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Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up |
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Well get 'em up <Get 'em up> |
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Put 'em up <Put 'em up> |
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Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up |
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Well where you from nigga <Where you from> |
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Where you from nigga <Where you from> |
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God dammit motherfucka where you from <Where you from> |
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Well where you from nigga <Where you from> |
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Where you from nigga <Where you from> |
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God dammit motherfucka where you from <Where you from> |
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Well represent yo shit - represent yo shit |
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Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique |
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Represent yo shit - represent yo shit |
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Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique |
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Well you scared <You scared> |
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You scared <You scared> |
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Stop actin' like a bitch you scared <You scared> |
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You scared <You scared> |
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You scared <You scared> |
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Stop actin' like a bitch you scared <You scared> |
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Hook |
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Chyna Whyte |
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Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts |
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Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks |
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Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me |
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What you know about that No Doze and coffee |
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No sleep, I 'm lookin' 40 |
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With three bricks in a 740 |
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Bitch I ain't got time to party |
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I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggaz |
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Over a hot Benigan's dinner |
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Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter |
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Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain |
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What you ain't know, this a hood thang |
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All my thugs let ya wood swang |
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Bitches make ya ass clap |
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I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI |
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Catch me drivin' DUI |
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Look cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'm livin' or die |
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Who on this track fuckin' with me, y'all is willin' to try |
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Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's inside |
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Motherfucka |
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Hook |
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Ludacris |
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Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro' |
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It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road |
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The block is sold |
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Clear then I shot the globe |
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I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the bows |
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I rock the shows |
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Pop, lock, and knock yo nose |
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You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mob the flo' |
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I mop and glow |
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The Feds tryin' to stop my dough |
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They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow |
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I bring the pain |
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Cock back and swing the thang |
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Yo girl mad cause she told me don't even bring the thang |
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And then I told her - I said it's cool, get at me |
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And then my voice got raaasty |
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Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were dazed |
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I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's |
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And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways |
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So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze |
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Hook |
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Too $hort |
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Bitch niggaz in the house tell me what's up |
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A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up |
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Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim |
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Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em |
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I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out |
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Punched him in his chin and then he passed out |
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Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out |
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Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth |
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You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit |
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Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch |
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You little bitch, that's what the callin' you |
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You'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin' dude |
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Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar |
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You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler |
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But since you can't run, you might as well fight |
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Quit actin' like a bitch and live a real life |
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You just a |
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Bia Bia |