(feat. Too $hort, Chyna Whyte)

[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 [bad word] it [bad word]  get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got [bad word] it [bad word]  get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got [bad word] it [bad word]  throw yo click up
Throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got [bad word] it [bad word]  throw yo click up
Well what chu' lookin' at [bad word]  what chu' lookin' at [bad word] What chu' lookin' at [bad word]  what chu' lookin' at [bad word] What chu' lookin' at [bad word]  what chu' lookin' at [bad word] What chu' lookin' at [bad word]  what chu' lookin' at [bad word] Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do
Got [bad word] it, [bad word] [bad word] what chu' wanna do
What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)
Well [bad word] [bad word] you, [bad word] you, [bad word] you, [bad word] you

[Hook x2]

[Too $hort]
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about time somebody checked you, you [bad word] [bad word] punk
I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the [bad word] 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 [bad word]  you just an actor
Won't let a [bad word] breathe, if she wanted with your's
You just a weak [bad word]  so insecure [bad word] she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out
Every time you get mad, you say get the [bad word] out
But I told her, I said it's cool, get at [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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, [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word]  Chyna Whyte

[Hook]