Lyrics:
dog
I'm off that lil boy shit, I'm off that lil boy shit
I'm talkin that big talk
Big talk, big talk, big talk, yea
Heard about you from around
I hear you hoopin and hollering but you ain't talkin bout nuthin
Hear you hoopin and hollering but you ain't talkin bout nuthin
Hear you hoopin
can't use dem food stamps
Other crews like to sample and mix
But our crew, we just play that shit
Live, drums, bass, keys
Niggas don't like it, you
Ladies an' 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'
want smoke then we light up his Honda Civic
Like that boy had a ride through Chicago
He talkin' down so I call up my brothers
To shoot that lil' boy
Yeah, this is Dr. Dre
And this is the next Aftermath representative, Jon Connor!
The album is 'Vehicle City'
Aftermath
This some 2018 shit
So
trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by
trip
Make my own chips, I cop my own 6
I knock my own shit like I'm on my own dick
My days is short, need coke?
Raid the fort, don't knock by
Lil bitch quit talkin that shit
Get hit with a closed fist, stuck in yo shit
Oh shit, oh shit
Fuck the talkin’ bitch I’m lit
Yeah it’s best you get
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
Bitch)
Big Nate, Long Beach, won't keep, lil' jon, tight beats, so come on let's ride!
What's up with these tryin' to play a nigga
Go to court these
say, wassup back
And he just got a drop on a nigga who been talkin' that shit about Lil' bro and it's time to end that
Lil' bro like "fuck it, if that's
the jungle, I go Ron Sav
I'ma fuck your main on the strip
Trap that bitch down Luke Kane in that shit
I'ma Hussein on the lip
If I'm able I'ma put the cane in
How are you stoppin' us? They is not toppin' us
You know I had to cop that shit just by the twos
Blood in my chakra, I will not pop at ya
Put money
to see that you aint gon do SHIT!
Lil scrappy the prince and i aint takin' no junk
i'm a quiet crunk nigga, and fuck being the punk
(chorus)
(lil jon
Do you think about me
When your by yourself
You're so bad
Like why are you so bad
I'd probably give everything that I have
It's go time if you
the south, my noggin be loose
Lil Yami too live & she calling me Luke
Talkin on beef , imma aim at his tooth
We sniping no switches they hanging on roofs
the
mornin, i wanna go to bed(Lil Jon laughs in background)
Lil Jon:alright, lets go to this commercial...
This commercial brake was brought to you by Du
You just popped in the Lil Jon remix of "The Workout Plan", and
And five, four, three, two, one
And here come the five to the seven and six
I
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
daddy"
Same time I got the news, my shit went number one, that's fucked up
That shit there was confusin', a lil' bit, you know I flew in with the stick
on a city you ain't been in yet? (Huh?)
You and y'all lil' niggas still lame, I stand by that
They call me Diizii, but not 'cause they think I spun on some'
something that you never done before, I'm not ya ordinary hoe
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon]
I fell off in the club (shawty)
Not lookin' for love (shawty)
But
low
Lil' Jon get low
Yeah Yeah get low
I arch her back I push her face up in the pillow (Lil' bitch!)
Redhead bitch I call her black widow
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