Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz - Bia Bia 2 - Lil Jon Lyrics
[Hook x2]Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like aBia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like aBia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like aBia Bia, why ya frontin' like a - like a[Lil' Jon]Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands upGot damn it mother*****er, get cho' hands upWell get cho' hands up, get cho' hands upGot damn it mother*****er, get cho' hands upWell throw yo click up, throw yo click upGot damn it mother*****er, throw yo click upThrow yo click up, throw yo click upGot damn it mother*****er, throw yo click upWell what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at niggaWhat chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at niggaWhat chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at niggaWhat chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at niggaNow what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna doGot damn it, ***** nigga what chu' wanna doWhat chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)Well nigga ***** you, ***** you, ***** you, ***** you[Hook x2][Too $hort]Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bombIt's about time somebody checked you, you ***** ass punkI heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truthReal niggas, bring out the ho in youUs pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check herAll you do is play the role nigga, you just an actorWon't let a ***** breathe, if she wanted with your'sYou just a weak mother*****er, so insecureHow come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed outEvery time you get mad, you say get the ***** outBut I told her, I said it's cool, get at meCome by the house and get nastyI spit the real gameI rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my nameI told her call me daddyTrick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lieCause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-FlyYou just a...[Hook x2][Chyna Whyte]Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shotsDouble glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop popIt don't stop in that Dirty SouthBurn up the whole block, that's what this here we boutNiggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardestGonna see who's life is shortestRegardless this whole world to me is garbageTryin' to reap my harvestI'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 painLook up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshineCall me a monkey, but look I got King Nine bloodlinesWith P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrowName all I borrowI represent the slums, ate the crumbsNow I'm reachin' for a new heightNothin' but love and we grew tightPlayed and renew sightHustlin' for food tightWho the dopest on the planet *****, Chyna Whyte[Hook]
