Lyrics:
Aight, motherfuckers
Bitch niggas run and hide!
(Ha, yeah) I'm doing this for my niggas!
(NIGGA)
C'mon, C'mon c'mon, C'mon
Lil' Jon, C'mon, C'mon
Travis Barker, yeah! Le-Le-Let's go! Lil' Jon, Yelawolf!
Le-Le-Let's go! Twista and my homeboy Busta Rhymes!
Holla at 'em!
Before I
Take
motherf***er
P**** act up and get f***ed in this motherf***er
Verse 4 Lil Jon
lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown
Lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown
gimme the rhythm and it'll be off wit their clothes
Then "bend over to the front! and touch your toes!"
I - left the Jag I took the Rolls
If they ain't
the greatest
If you don't believe it
Okay just wait and see
I can do all things through Christ
He who strengthens me
Guided by the light
Jon Is born to fight
Any
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
go!!!) Sing (Hey! Let's go)
Elephant Man (Lil' Jon)
Shake that booty, turn it around (Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Back that ass up, wine go down (Ok!!!)
Shake
I run around
Then run another town
The don
The best
And that's on Jon Jon bitch
Okay it's LP in the place
Lil bitch I'm running outta space
I'm might
feat. Lil Jon, Twista
[Lil Jon:]
Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh!)
there's a lotta f*** n****s in the club tonight,
(f*** em, f*** em, f*** em)
but its gonna
lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggas dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm smokin more than
to change 'cause it's a cycle
Plus nobody knows, the evil that they might do
Lil' Moo, Big Yak, K Kastro
Big Malc, Hussein, call them Outlawz
Tellin'
fuck nigga, we ain't for none over here
We ain't for none (nah), we ain't for none (nah)
We ain't for none, lil bro blow heat for fun
Posted up with
Travis Barker, yeah! Le-Le-Let's go! Lil' Jon, Yelawolf!
Le-Le-Let's go! Twista and my homeboy Busta Rhymes!
Holla at 'em!
Before I
Take
nothing like your average, I'm something a lil more different
I got love for all my haters but ya all could keep ya distance listen
I aint with the games
Think you doing something
Lil wah wah
On the menu
You gon cry now
Like the rent due
Better mind yours
Ain't got time for it
If you run your mouth
Step in
[Intro]
Ladies and fuckin gentlemen (Whassup)
It's the kings of fuckin crunk (You know it)
Me, your boy Lil Jon, Lil Bo, Big Sam
On the motherfuckin
drunk, I ain't really drunk
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
Just a lil' buzz, just a lil' buzz
I ain't really
get your bread
Count it up run it up let them bitches spread
Then pour liq' out for lil cuh then take it to the head
He looking over me watching
tried to make him look crazy (he ain't touch her)
Shaderoom had us thinkin' she fucked Lil Baby
Quavo said they could swap it out he ain't stressin'
To let me drop her off by this nigga
Off the river
She ridin with me thinkin that it's cool and shit
She don't think I know that she let her live
it's over with)
Get up off your ass, stand by the door
You lazy in the trap (you really ain't sellin' shit)
I know I'ma make it out, but lately
I
Haha, Jon B, bring it on now
Let them feel were your coming from
Let them feel were your coming from
Only the ladies, only the ladies
Girl it's
hatchback
Super thick I might take her home and tap that
If you ain't got no gigs imma pass that
Born by the river I was shaking that ass
Bend it over
is Dollar ain't the same
Ever since I started Nation ridin', got a lil' change
Surrounded myself by game, niggaz sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that
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