Lyrics:
Every time we link, it be sneaky
All my hoes clean, niggas squeaky
Buy her new Chanel, I'm talkin' weekly
I could tell she goin' by how she greet
by the cool shit
Or those chains or that ice or them cars
All that's bullshit
If that's what your lookin for
Keep lookin hoe
Cause you got the wrong
this kush in a blunt
Baby let's punt
It
So I can freak freak
You in the sheet sheets
Lil Jon's verse is yo favorite
Less talkin
More gettin naked
Fuck
by the cool shit
Or those chains or that ice or them cars
All that's bullshit
If that's what your lookin for
Keep lookin hoe
Cause you got the wrong
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
Hello? What's happening world?
Yo, this Big Gipp!
I've been called down by Lil Jon
& The Eastside Boyz to
Tell you what's really happening on
These
pullin' her hair, talkin' shit in her ear, yeah, I got a lil' fetish
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
a marble floor, uh
Used to buy weed by the corner store, uh
Buy a whole pint of some Master P, uh
I'ma roll me a Lil Romeo
Wait, uh, yeah, uh, yeah
of hustlers
Lil' brother, big brother
Mother to grandmother (mmm, I'll tell you what I'm talkin' 'bout)
It's tradition
(You're out of line)
When I was
They be calling me Lebron
Tried to rob me, he was dead
He tried to stab me with a gun
(What?) like Lil Jon and since this KEB
I'm just 'gon rip this shit
Lil’ bih')
Like what’s up with that talkin' shit?
Hit you where your mama live
Like "Damn you shouldn’t have stared it"
How you kick it with no
Legs, we
can't put it out once we light it
This shit is exactly what the fuck I'm talkin' about when we riot
You dealin' with a few true villains
Who stand
trip, make him do a flip
Niggas talkin' on JonJon, you can get hit (boom boom boom boom) I just made this lil' stupid ass twitch
Why this bitch keep
birds, I'm makin' you bleed just like I'm Isley
Servin' that dog, it'll make you scream on shit like Lil Jon
'Fore this rappin' shit, I was servin' shit
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
Deuce ain't never comin' back, my nigga
So you better go hard every time you jump on wax, my nigga
Fuck what they talkin' 'bout, your shit is where it's
Yeah Young Moola Baby
Now it was me and lil cc and we was chillin by ourselves
Orville Red and popped a pill and now im feelin myself
all these cuts
like flip-flops and football socks
A nigga be rockin' the mic like birthdays
Lil' Jon and Sercy, so are you worthy?
I'm callin' yo' ass a flawed pimp
talkin' back
I beat yo' ass, who bought you that?
You stole it, I beat yo' ass if you say that game is broken
I beat yo' ass if you jump on my couch
I
it (ayy)
You got it, girl, you got (yeah)
Pretty lil' thing, you got a bag and now you wildin'
You just took it off the lot, no mileage
Way they
Yeah, yeahLil jon and east side boyz (that's right bitch)
Suga Free (Suga Free)
Bad Boy Snoop Dogg, Oobie wassup girl
And this nigga right here
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
bich, sign ur name on da dotted line(yeah)
cuz now ur mine(oohh, yea)
(dont know this part)
Chorus
your boy lil jon,
never would i love a bich, why
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