Stop Trippin Lyrics
| Song | Stop Trippin |
| Artist | Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz |
| Album | Certified Crunk |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : DJ Smurf ... | |
| (feat. Ludacris) | |
| (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, ******* hoes, that's how I start my rhyme off | |
| So take your ass to the doctor, hold your ******* and cough | |
| I take one to the head piece you take one to the dome | |
| Click 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 ******* 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 ass, 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 *******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) | |
| (Chorus: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz) | |
| (Verse 2: Daddy T) | |
| Roll out the red carpets, let the game begin | |
| Daddy T coming through to ******* all your freaky friends | |
| Because every day is the same thing, baby I'm a player | |
| Hit me on the beeper, hell yeah on my cell | |
| Pick her up knock her down and drop her back out | |
| Why you waiting on that ******* trying to stay in the house? | |
| I'm going to keep stabbing though stabbing though | |
| Because your ******* is my trick | |
| Why you kissing that hoe there for sucking my *******? | |
| Because I don't give a ******* because I got a block of sex | |
| 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 ******* hoe to make me catch a nut | |
| While y'all suckers throwing stuff about these hoes that bringing out the hen | |
| ******* 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 | |
| (Chorus: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz) | |
| (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 | |
| ******* 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 *******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 ******g, 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 ******* because I ain't said *******t, said *******t, said *******t... | |
| (Chorus: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz) | |
| (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 biginning we was tripping and *******t (uh huh) | |
| I was showing old girl how to line up a stick (ha ha) | |
| She got happy when she hit that not in the side, (what) gave me a hug | |
| And I was ready to ******* | |
| Because her body was so soft | |
| I'm thinking guaranteed cutting, going to knock her off | |
| Play my hand right | |
| What's up let's hit this honeycomb hide-out | |
| 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 *******t, I'm about to punch her ass in the stomach (ha ha) | |
| I understand big girl wants to nut (yeah) | |
| All she had to do was ask, I would have ****** (ha) | |
| Discrimination ain't in Lil' Chris (Lil' Chris!) | |
| Everyboby know mad bagging they don't want it | |
| (Chorus: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz) | |
| (Outro: Ludacris) | |
| Ludacris, Daddy T, Backdoor Joey, Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz, DJ Smurf | |
| Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop |
| zuo qu : DJ Smurf ... | |
| feat. Ludacris | |
| 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, hoes, that' s how I start my rhyme off | |
| So take your ass to the doctor, hold your and cough | |
| I take one to the head piece you take one to the dome | |
| Click 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 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 ass, 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 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 | |
| Chorus: Lil Jon The East Side Boyz | |
| Verse 2: Daddy T | |
| Roll out the red carpets, let the game begin | |
| Daddy T coming through to all your freaky friends | |
| Because every day is the same thing, baby I' m a player | |
| Hit me on the beeper, hell yeah on my cell | |
| Pick her up knock her down and drop her back out | |
| Why you waiting on that trying to stay in the house? | |
| I' m going to keep stabbing though stabbing though | |
| Because your is my trick | |
| Why you kissing that hoe there for sucking my ? | |
| Because I don' t give a because I got a block of sex | |
| 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 hoe to make me catch a nut | |
| While y' all suckers throwing stuff about these hoes that bringing out the hen | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: Lil Jon The East Side Boyz | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 g, 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 because I ain' t said t, said t, said t... | |
| Chorus: Lil Jon The East Side Boyz | |
| 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 biginning we was tripping and t uh huh | |
| I was showing old girl how to line up a stick ha ha | |
| She got happy when she hit that not in the side, what gave me a hug | |
| And I was ready to | |
| Because her body was so soft | |
| I' m thinking guaranteed cutting, going to knock her off | |
| Play my hand right | |
| What' s up let' s hit this honeycomb hideout | |
| 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 t, I' m about to punch her ass in the stomach ha ha | |
| I understand big girl wants to nut yeah | |
| All she had to do was ask, I would have ha | |
| Discrimination ain' t in Lil' Chris Lil' Chris! | |
| Everyboby know mad bagging they don' t want it | |
| Chorus: Lil Jon The East Side Boyz | |
| Outro: Ludacris | |
| Ludacris, Daddy T, Backdoor Joey, Lil Jon The East Side Boyz, DJ Smurf | |
| Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop |
| zuò qǔ : DJ Smurf ... | |
| feat. Ludacris | |
| 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, hoes, that' s how I start my rhyme off | |
| So take your ass to the doctor, hold your and cough | |
| I take one to the head piece you take one to the dome | |
| Click 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 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 ass, 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 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 | |
| Chorus: Lil Jon The East Side Boyz | |
| Verse 2: Daddy T | |
| Roll out the red carpets, let the game begin | |
| Daddy T coming through to all your freaky friends | |
| Because every day is the same thing, baby I' m a player | |
| Hit me on the beeper, hell yeah on my cell | |
| Pick her up knock her down and drop her back out | |
| Why you waiting on that trying to stay in the house? | |
| I' m going to keep stabbing though stabbing though | |
| Because your is my trick | |
| Why you kissing that hoe there for sucking my ? | |
| Because I don' t give a because I got a block of sex | |
| 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 hoe to make me catch a nut | |
| While y' all suckers throwing stuff about these hoes that bringing out the hen | |
| 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 | |
| Chorus: Lil Jon The East Side Boyz | |
| 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 | |
| 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 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 g, 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 because I ain' t said t, said t, said t... | |
| Chorus: Lil Jon The East Side Boyz | |
| 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 biginning we was tripping and t uh huh | |
| I was showing old girl how to line up a stick ha ha | |
| She got happy when she hit that not in the side, what gave me a hug | |
| And I was ready to | |
| Because her body was so soft | |
| I' m thinking guaranteed cutting, going to knock her off | |
| Play my hand right | |
| What' s up let' s hit this honeycomb hideout | |
| 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 t, I' m about to punch her ass in the stomach ha ha | |
| I understand big girl wants to nut yeah | |
| All she had to do was ask, I would have ha | |
| Discrimination ain' t in Lil' Chris Lil' Chris! | |
| Everyboby know mad bagging they don' t want it | |
| Chorus: Lil Jon The East Side Boyz | |
| Outro: Ludacris | |
| Ludacris, Daddy T, Backdoor Joey, Lil Jon The East Side Boyz, DJ Smurf | |
| Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop |
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