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Bia' Bia' 2 - Lil Jon Lyrics

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Lil Jon & Eastside Boyz : Bia' Bia' 2 - Lil Jon Lyrics

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[Hook x2]

Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a

Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a

Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a

Bia Bia, why ya frontin' like a - like a

[Lil' Jon]

Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up

Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up

Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up

Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up

Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up

Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up

Throw yo click up, throw yo click up

Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up

Well what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga

What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga

What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga

What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga

Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do

Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do

What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)

Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you

[Hook x2]

[Too $hort]

Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb

It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk

I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth

Real niggas, bring out the ho in you

Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her

All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor

Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's

You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure

How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out

Every time you get mad, you say get the fuck out

But I told her, I said it's cool, get at me

Come by the house and get nasty

I spit the real game

I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name

I told her call me daddy

Trick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lie

Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-Fly

You just a...

[Hook x2]

[Chyna Whyte]

Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shots

Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop

It don't stop in that Dirty South

Burn up the whole block, that's what this here we bout

Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardest

Gonna see who's life is shortest

Regardless this whole world to me is garbage

Tryin' to reap my harvest

I'm starvin' less than a life of ballin'

Yet still tryin' to find my callin'

And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain

Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine

Call me a monkey, but look I got King Nine bloodlines

With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow

Name all I borrow

I represent the slums, ate the crumbs

Now I'm reachin' for a new height

Nothin' but love and we grew tight

Played and renew sight

Hustlin' for food tight

Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte

[Hook]