Lyrics:
Man it's been a while
I dont know what you mean by
Doing that meanwhile
My senile supervisor
Got aunt patty speed dial
Redial
Retry to dial
It did not
Ay, yo' check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga)
$hort Dog (ay, tell them
niggas, texas, You know
[hook]
[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll niggas can't fuck wit my niggas ho [x4]
[chorus]
[Lil' Jon and Ice Cube:]
Mothafuck that nigga, Mothafuck
Ay, yo' check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga)
$hort Dog (ay, tell them
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
See he's a gangster, I'm a hustler
Yo it's either thank ya, or it's f*** ya
[Ice Cube + (Lil Jon)]
I'm down with Lil Jon ain't got to pretend
[Intro: Trillville (Lil Jon)]
(What, ugh)
Get on my level ho (What!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level ho (You can't!)
Get on my level
They talkin' big baby
They, they talkin' big baby
They talkin' big baby
They, they talkin' big baby
They don't wanna play
They don't wanna play
They
(Anybody)
Don't act like you can't get touched, peeyimp
Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher
(That's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz, David Banner
And E-40
to explode first, and then take names
But it's cool lil' shorty don't be so alarmed
I learned to buck nigga when I jabbed in the arm
I don't play wit
Yeah!
They ain't ready for this one nephew (nah!)
Lil Jon (hey!) Snoop Dogg (uh-huh!)
Turn this shit up nigga! (let's go!)
[Chorus]
1800, I'm
(I drip)
I don't even call it Wock', I'm sippin' the whoa, I pour me some more (yeah)
Bitch, I just poured me a four, just makin' sure that I do not
write poetry, sort of; I sing, sort of; I play drums mostly
And I apologize if I tell you that I play guitar in an attempt to impress you
Because I don't
Balmain, that Phillip Lim
They say i'm dressing like Kanye
I'm everything that my rhymes say:
Breadwinner, brand owner
Play Cloths, millionaire
[Hook x1: Trillville (Lil Jon)]
Get some crunk in yo system (See)
Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)
Get some crunk in yo system (I
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
a millionaire
Be a millionaire be a be a millionaire
I don't play no games, I don't play no games
See when I'm in that thang, when I'm in that thang
Come
To the windows to the wall I call Lil Jon and he get low
Call me Vincent I get in that van and gogh
Pop out on opp by suprise. you would think he
a millionaire
Be a millionaire, be a, be a millionaire
I don't play no games (I don't play no games)
So when I'm in that thing (when I'm in that thing)
Come
Oh shit put ya middle fingers up on this one
Oh this is the one right here yo
OH we finna get real crunk
Up in this motherfucka man
Lil Jon
a fuck
Yeah, yeah (Y'all know we don't give a fuck)
It's Ghett-O-Vision (Yeah)
Shady (Yeah) still don't give a fuck (Nah)
(Ya boy Lil' Jon, we rep
[Lil Jon]
Lil Jon, East Side Boyz, Ballin-G, shit we pimpin bitch
[Bridge]
Baby I just want you to know
That I don't trust you but I need you
of my baby sittin' on my lap|I don't need all that much to make me feel rich|Ooo just A lil' bit, lil' bit, lil' bit||Yeah my girl she got a lil' fitted
came with Lil Jon and E40
Bomb that E40 for my homies drinking 40s
Get drank Get Crunk with Lil Jon
Party like Vegas
Turn it up bottle up
No matter
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