| Song | Outro Chynalude |
| Artist | Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz |
| Album | Put Yo Hood Up |
| 作曲 : Martin, Shaw, Smith | |
| Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherfuckers | |
| On this here album right | |
| But this motherfucker bout over and uh | |
| Time for me to get the hell on | |
| Been in the studio, the motherfucking sun coming up | |
| In this bitch, motherfucker, been in this motherfucking studio | |
| Working hard on this motherfucking album[Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in] | |
| What up B-leech, goddamn | |
| Sleet as usual in the motherfucking studio | |
| Kit, all the boys higher den a motherfucker | |
| We got Tim over there fucking up shit | |
| Ha, ha, but like | |
| I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin | |
| Hope y'all enjoyed this motherfucker | |
| It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together | |
| Go look out for them, | |
| LG's, my girl | |
| Chyna Whyte | |
| And who knows what else to motherfucking expect | |
| From the motherfucking | |
| BME ya little | |
| Biatch[Chorus x2][Chyna Whyte] | |
| It's one time for my soldiers on the front line | |
| Strapped with | |
| AKs, and car bombs | |
| With K-nine blood lines | |
| It's one time for my killers on the front line | |
| Strapped P-nines and semi-autos | |
| Actin like it's no tomorrow[Chyna Whyte] | |
| To survive in this world makes me a soldier | |
| Cause I wear | |
| Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colder | |
| Every 3 years | |
| I battle my fans thug years | |
| Now I shed tears, nigga, | |
| I ain't happy here | |
| Like pot, so | |
| I blow herb thinking it'll stop the pain | |
| When I come down | |
| I'll still be left with the strain | |
| So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry | |
| And I don't give a fuck why | |
| Nigga I was born to die | |
| In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi | |
| Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can't see me | |
| Tellin em my name | |
| Le-Le or Lisa | |
| Breaking them walls the | |
| Visa 9-millimeter | |
| Sha-sha click, cock it, rock it | |
| Nothing but the | |
| Reeboks and poppin | |
| Nuttin but motherfucking nines and | |
| Bump, bump, you be running like | |
| Forrest Gump | |
| Knock you on yo ass like | |
| Humpty Dump | |
| Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial | |
| Deadly like disease venereal | |
| Game as be | |
| RD imperial | |
| Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know | |
| Ain't no log when that fo'-fo' | |
| Ejaculate up in your fo' door | |
| Bitch die slow, lyrical calico | |
| Purple tablets | |
| I flowNone want war, | |
| GambinoEmptyin clips, | |
| I ripsMotevl | |
| I flipsWords comin off the lips like | |
| Teflon's hips | |
| IT'S ONE T | |
| IME! |
| zuò qǔ : Martin, Shaw, Smith | |
| Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y' all motherfuckers | |
| On this here album right | |
| But this motherfucker bout over and uh | |
| Time for me to get the hell on | |
| Been in the studio, the motherfucking sun coming up | |
| In this bitch, motherfucker, been in this motherfucking studio | |
| Working hard on this motherfucking album Background vocals from Lil' Jon Big Sam come in | |
| What up Bleech, goddamn | |
| Sleet as usual in the motherfucking studio | |
| Kit, all the boys higher den a motherfucker | |
| We got Tim over there fucking up shit | |
| Ha, ha, but like | |
| I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin | |
| Hope y' all enjoyed this motherfucker | |
| It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together | |
| Go look out for them, | |
| LG' s, my girl | |
| Chyna Whyte | |
| And who knows what else to motherfucking expect | |
| From the motherfucking | |
| BME ya little | |
| Biatch Chorus x2 Chyna Whyte | |
| It' s one time for my soldiers on the front line | |
| Strapped with | |
| AKs, and car bombs | |
| With Knine blood lines | |
| It' s one time for my killers on the front line | |
| Strapped Pnines and semiautos | |
| Actin like it' s no tomorrow Chyna Whyte | |
| To survive in this world makes me a soldier | |
| Cause I wear | |
| Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colder | |
| Every 3 years | |
| I battle my fans thug years | |
| Now I shed tears, nigga, | |
| I ain' t happy here | |
| Like pot, so | |
| I blow herb thinking it' ll stop the pain | |
| When I come down | |
| I' ll still be left with the strain | |
| So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry | |
| And I don' t give a fuck why | |
| Nigga I was born to die | |
| In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi | |
| Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can' t see me | |
| Tellin em my name | |
| LeLe or Lisa | |
| Breaking them walls the | |
| Visa 9millimeter | |
| Shasha click, cock it, rock it | |
| Nothing but the | |
| Reeboks and poppin | |
| Nuttin but motherfucking nines and | |
| Bump, bump, you be running like | |
| Forrest Gump | |
| Knock you on yo ass like | |
| Humpty Dump | |
| Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial | |
| Deadly like disease venereal | |
| Game as be | |
| RD imperial | |
| Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know | |
| Ain' t no log when that fo' fo' | |
| Ejaculate up in your fo' door | |
| Bitch die slow, lyrical calico | |
| Purple tablets | |
| I flowNone want war, | |
| GambinoEmptyin clips, | |
| I ripsMotevl | |
| I flipsWords comin off the lips like | |
| Teflon' s hips | |
| IT' S ONE T | |
| IME! |