Lil Jon - şarkıları

Lil Jon - Bia Bia
Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys




[Big Kap]
Ay Yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte
(Ludacris nigga) Dog (Ay tell them niggaz what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga!

[Hook - repeat 2X]
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)

[Lil' Jon]
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Push 'em up (Push 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yor hands up
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Push 'em up (Push 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clit - say fuck that clit
Represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clit - say fuck that clit
Well you scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)

[Hook]
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)

[Chyna Whyte]
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No-Doz and coffee
No sleep, I'm lookin' 40
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot Bennigan's dinner
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swang
Bitches make ya ass clap
I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin' DUI
Look cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'm livin to die
Who on this track fuckin with me, y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker

[Hook]
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)

[Ludacris]
Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that droIt's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold, "CLEAR!" then I shocked the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the 'bows
I rock the shows; pop lock and knock yo nose
You Bia' Bia', I grab my .44 and mop the floI +Mop & Glo'+; the Feds tryin to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the pain - cock back and swing the thang
Yo' girl mad cause she told me don't even bring the thang
And then I told her - I said it's cool, get at me
And then my voice got raaaassspy
Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze

[Chorus]
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em up!)

[Too ]
Bitch niggaz in the house tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, that's what the callin' you
You'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and live a real life
You just a - "Bia' Bia'!"

Lil Jon - Bounce Dat Ass
Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys

Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass

[Hook]
Bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Bounce, bounce, bounce that ass hoe
Now that drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop, drop, drop that shit
Drop that shit

[Verse 1]
Get yo ass to the floor and shake ya rump
[Repeat 3x's]
Shake, shake, shake, shake
[Repeat 3x's]
Bounce yo ass to the beat while you touch yo feet
[Repeat 3x's]
Pop that thang and roll with it
[Repeat 3x's]

[Hook]

[Chyna Whyte]
I'ma shake-shake it like I wanna
Bounce-bounce it on the floor make you see I wanna
Walk-walk it like a dog right there on the corner
Make you say "Who that girl with that Thug Life tatted on her"
See people want it ha that's how we do
Screamin' "Ahh-yah-ya-yah" me and my crew
Live in a zoo
That why I got a strap too
Twurk that ass if I want blow a bag boo
And act a donkey, act a monkey
Get a fifth of gin to see this chick get funky like a junkie
Show what this raw darlin6 years of hustlin', see where it brought me
This ghetto monkey, I'm livin' lawless
Livin' life is the hardest
Tryin' to live marvelous in a world full of garbage
I'ma talk it
If you don't want it, don't start it
Cause I'ma put it down the way you want it
Nigga

[Hook]

Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass
Get the fuck out the way, cause here they come
Them hoes shakin' that ass

[Lil' Jon]
Pop that pussy hoe
[Repeat 3x's]
Grab that pussy hoe
[Repeat 3x's]
Butterfly hoe and let that pussy breathe
[Repeat 3x's]
Pop, pop, pop that thang girl
[Repeat 3x's]
Shake, shake, shake that ass girl
[Repeat 3x's]

[Hook]

B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe (Shake, shake, shakin' that ass)
B-B-Bounce that ass
B-B-Bounce that ass
[REPEAT]
B-B-Bounce that ass hoe

Lil Jon - Cant Stop Pimpin
Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys



[Lil Jon]
Lil Jon, East Side Boyz, Ballin-G, shit we pimpin bitch

[Hook]
Baby I just want you to know
That I don't trust you but I need you
And I can't let you go no
And baby I just need you to promise me
That you won't hurt me or desert me and the everything I need

[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin

[MJG]
Ain't no way I can control my P.I
See why women hit the strip and wanna be my bitch (bitch)
Break them heels off and make me rich
Now which one of these old tramps you gonna pick
I'm the M-J-G
I be rollin in big classics
Caddilacs, top drop back, hoe its a habit
Ain't no rabbits in my hat
No drinks on my allie
Let's stay spendin some money to fuck challie
I'm a pimps baby
Cut me I bet ya I please bitches
Ain't no shame in my game
I needs bitches to increase my dividends
I'm livin in shit that looks like i'm makin the killin in
I'm a plan maker
I'm the man that can break a school girl down to be in the grand
shaker
In a strip club somewhere near you I makes it happen
M-J-G slash breakin these bitches slash rapper

[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin

[8 Ball]
I'm a dawg bitch
You ain't in love with me at all
Got ya hand out tryin to get something from big ball
Look I told you I hang with niggaz that pimp hoes
Shakin every trap and collectin from strip shows
I'm a fat playa with a mouth full of gold
I be smokin plenty dro
But I don't put none up my nose
Qualification for any selection I'm makin
Fast talkin, street walkin, non-stop trip breakin
They don't keep nothin dough
They bring it straight to daddy
You catch them stealin dawg
You beat that ass badly
If you not a pimp or broad on the strip
You might not understand this pimpin fallin off my lips
Just don't fake it playa cause it ain't hard to spot
You think you ballin you square like a match box
See I can't help baby
I was born with it
Real hustler have to beat the street and go and get it

[Hook 2 (2x)]
See I don't want to
I do need to
Cause I know I can't trust you
I can't be you
So I'm hopin that one day that you can be true
Cause all of my plans involve you

[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin

[Big Sam]
Well I'm Big Sam, got bitches galore
You may have alot of bitches
But I got much more
Short hair, long hair in them fitted suits
Prada boots and hoes that think they cute
But bitch come short with my cheese
Hoe you ain't seen in me
You bets go get me my cheese or you can limp for me
Cause I'm a breaker man and I'm a pimp you see
And I ain't got time for you chickenhead, tricks you fleas
Cause I P-I-M to the P
Pimpin these hoes ain't a thang to me
Been breakin these bitches since '79
Pimpin they ass for them nickles and dimes
And don't give me no excuses
When it come to my money
Cause I'm Nino Brown and you G-Money
And I'm a motherfucker nigga you will never try
Fuck you hoes cause I'm a pimp 'till I die

[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin

[Hook 3]
Tell me why (tell me why)
Why you won't stop (why you won't stop)
Your pimpin baby
Cause I need you baby (baby)
See ya won't stop ya pimpin
See ya just won't stop ya pimpin
Ya won't stop ya pimpin
See ya just won't stop....

[Lil Jon]
Won't stop, can't stop this pimpin, know what I'm sayin
its ya boy Lil Jon,
Lil Jon them East Side Boyz, Ballin-G, my girl Oobie
doin this shit for Memphis to H-town to the ATL
this pimpin ain't goin never stop, no matter what a motherfucker do
like my boy Big Ball say "spades ace pimpin fo' ever"
Bitch!!

Lil Jon - Get Crunk
Once again up in that south from my motherfucking mouth
and creeping up on y'all niggas like a motherfucking mouse
Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens
And shitting on you busters like I ate some bake beans

Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits
We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk

[Chorus:]
What, What [in background]
Now drop dem bozs' on 'em [repeat 16X]

Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating niggas try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
From a place called T-town be down in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes
Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz

[Chorus]

I can't afford bigger, how ya' figgathat you gone stop me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear that reckland roSo stop talking all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what's up

Now ladies are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, everything that you do
and telling ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and shit
They go around sucking on every dope boys dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs
[Chorus]

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem'
hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some love
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockinthe beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
for my thugs

[Chorus]

Now right now I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me

[Bridge:] what
[until fade]
That's how these motherfuckers die, they with the shit talk
[repeat 7X]

Lil Jon - Head Bussa
[Lil Jon]
Let's rise!
for the international headbussaz
wassup Lil Scrappy Lil Scrappy Lil Scrappy BME click
(who are you?) I'm Lil Jon Okay!

BOOM

[Chorus]
We some head bussaz
we some head bussaz
we'll knock a hata out
we some head bussaz
we some head bussaz
we some head bussaz
we'll knock a hata out
we some head bussaz

[Lil Scrappy]
I made up my mind that i'ma strike and i'm ready to fight
checkin out my steel killin every punk nigga in site
we expite i knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl
bitch i'll swang on all of ya'll
i'm the beast from the east
wit da fangs on my teeth
i'll murder all of ya'll bitches in da middle of da street
and i don't give a fuck if ya'll don't like me
straight knock yo ass in captivity
down south i'll ride shoot and kill homicide
it be nothin shawty tiull the day that i die
we strive on tearin heads up!
and every where we go we gon tear dat bitch up
we don't give a fuck about havin no click
the A got my back and i ain't takin no shit
excuse me shawty get the fuck out my face
befo we get mad and shoot up the whole place

[Chorus]

[Lil Scrappy]
I speak my mind cuz bitin my tongue hurt
murder yo ass and lyrics and put yo face on a shirt
i'm a muthafucka rider i thought ya'll knew
and i reppin nothin if it's twenty of you
i think it's plenty of you that really want the shawty dead
watch what ya said lil shawty i'm makin bread
fuck all ya'll hataz and hatred blood to match
a long way plus i roll wit G's and Gat's
and shawty matter a fact these trill G's and dub's
we ain't talkin behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust
i'm by myself but bein alone makes you strong
i stepped out the porch young so shawty i've been grown

[Chorus]

[Lil Scrappy]
ATL off da chain down here
ya come with dat gat and no action
you gon dissapear
you walk in da club it's tight like brass knuckles
straight info on hata like be chumpin off turned brothas
beatin in ya door wit dat clip on da tech
beatin down ya block in that 89' Chevy
tellin stupid bros we throwin bows that we ready
screamin "swang shawty" to da boys dat can't stand me
yeah shawty i'ma ATL slugga
knockin out heads on ya pussy muthafuckaz
shawty be sayin "scrap you cool boy"
but i known in my heart i'ma headbussa boy!

[Chorus]

Lil Jon - I Like Dem Girlz
Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys


It's some hoes in this house
It's some hoes in this house
If you see them point them out
If you see them point them out

I like them hoes with them golds in they mouth
That be them hoes from the motherfuckin' south
I like them hoes with them big ass butts
That be them hoes that'll let a nigga cut
I like them hoes with them tats on they thigh
That be them hoes that love to get high
I like them hoes with them piercings in they tongue
That be them hoes that suck dick and swallow cum

I like them hoes

Some call them hoochies
Some call them breezays
Some call them bitches
But we call them hoes
That's how it goes

I like them hoes with them colored ass wigs
That be them hoes with two or more kids
I like them hoes that'll help a nigga fight
That be them hoes that'll fuck with a dyke
I like them hoes with they own damn car
That be them hoes down for menage a trois
I like them hoes with them six inch heels
That be them hoes that'll let a nigga drill

I like them hoes with them diamonds in they nails
That be them hoes that ain't scared to go to jail
I like them hoes with that weave in the front
That be them hoes that can roll a fat blunt
I like them hoes with them tight capri pants
That be them hoes that put you in a three point stance
I like them hoes that be tooting that dust
That be them hoes that don't really give

Lil Jon - Just A Bitch
Jon And The Eastside Boys



You little punk motherfucker do yo thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck up and peep some game from me

[Chorus:]

You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
BI-ITCH (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH(bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH(bi-itch)

[Hook:]

YEAH!,YEAH!, YEAH!, YEAH!
Well get yo hands up, get yo hands up
Got damn it motherfucker get yo hands up [repeat 2x]
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Got damn it motherfucker throw yo click up [repeat 2x]
Well what you looking at, nigga what you looking at
Nigga what you looking at, nigga what you looking at [repeat 2x]
Now what you wanna do, what you wanna do
Got damn it fuck nigga what yo wanna do [repeat 1x]
Now what you wanna do (you scared) [repeat 2x]
Well nigga FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!

[Chorus:]

BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)

[Verse 1: Too $hort]

Pour me some Bombay and fire up that pine
Its bout time somebody checked you you bitch ass punk
I heard you slap ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get it down hoe
The chin checker all you do is play the role nigga
You just a actor, won't let a bitch breathe
If she wanted to yawn
She just a weak motherfucker so insecure
How come she can't leave home without getting cursed out?
Everytime you get mad you tell her get the fuck out
Put I told that her, I said its cool
Get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rode her in my caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if ya tell me you a player youse a liar
Cause you never be like Willie Dynamite Supafly...

[Chorus:]

You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk motherfucking BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)

[Verse 2: Chyna]

Pump, pump, pump, pump
Let no shots
Double glock glock
Nigga pop pop it don't stop in that dirty south
Burn up the whole block that's what this here be bout
Niggas living lowless, niggas labeled heartless
Gone see who life the shortest
Regardless this whole world to me is garabage
Trying to reap my harvest
I'm starving, let's live the life of ballin
And still trying to find my calling, and make a change
Look into my eyes, all you see is pain
Look up in the sky all I see is rain
Ain't no sunshine, call me a monkey
But look I got K-9 bloodlines
With P-9's and semiautos
And guaranteed tomorrow
9th ward my burrow
I represent the scum's
Ate the crumbs
Now I'm reaching for a new height
Nothing but love and we crew tight
Craving renew sight
Hussle for food tight
Who the dopest on the planet BI-ITCH
Chyna White

[Chorus:]

BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Punk ass BI-ITCH!(bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
You just a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Trick BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Fuck ass BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)
Nigga you ain't nothing but a BI-ITCH! (bi-itch)

[Chorus 2:]

You little punk motherfucker do ya thang
You bitch ass niggas won't do a thang
So shut the fuck up and peep some game from me
Now you know to shut yo talk it is a shame
Cause you and yo group won't do a thang
The SHIT that you talking sounds the same to me

Bitch.

Lil Jon - Nothin On
Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys



As the night aproaches I, decide that I'ma call my favorite guy
Cause I don't wanna be at home alone, I wish that you would hurry
home
So baby trust me It's going on , better hurry home to me
Gotta surprise for you... theres nuthin that I won't do... for you so

[Chorus: Oobie 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
With nothing on

[Rap by Chyna Whyte]
I'm hittin you on the two-way, shit, cause I want it bad
And I ain't thinkin bout nothing but
You and me blowing hash in the midnight hour
I know you thugging in the streets bout your money
But best respect this pussy got the power
You cant deny the way I twurk this here
I'm talkin' freaky on this here come one and work this here
And bust it open like I'm bout to get burnt in here
I do my dirt in here, you know what im workin with
These titties perky, I ain't a virgin you ain't gotta worry bout a thing
Just lay back cause I'm on a mission to please
And I got plenty doe whodie so I ain't lookin for cheese
Not tonight I got a quarter pound of that weed
And we can go to the verge, come one put it all in me
I like it real deep, wit no rubber so that you can feel me, you feel me?
I got your bitch wantin to kill me behind the snapper
Cause I fucks like a master, and suck like I'm dracula
And I ain't caught up in the rapture

[Chorus: Oobie 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
With nothing on

[Rap]
(SHAWTY!!!)My baby momma sleeping (yea)so tonight I'm creeping
(uh huh)
20 west, to where you rest, your heads the best (that's rite)
I bust on your chin (skeet skeet motherfucker) you rub it in (hah)
You make a preacher man sin
Now we butt naked fucking all on the floor (uh huh)
I got you screaming louder than a 2 doller hoe (uh huh)
I'm beating that pussy up like a heavy weight fight (uh huh)
Ya came 3 times, how that dick girl (oobie whispers: TITE)

[Rap]
Girl I hit the door with nothing in my mind
So when you feeling freaky baby call me anytime
You say tonight, no small talk or foreplay
On that purple 'dro, allassy, and hennessy
All the freaky things you do got me going crazy
Got me thinking to myself can you be my lady
But hell naw, cause I can't fall in love wit the cut
Just stop by to hit it quick and get enough, a-get enough

[Chorus: Oobie 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
With nothing on

[(Oobie sings) 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with no clothes on
So make sure you hurry home
I'm waiting aa-all alone
Don't make me, wait too long

[Rap by Bo Hagon]
I'll beat the pussy up and leave you in bed legs shaken
Wake up alone by 2 in the morn' like damn, Hagon
Careful what you ask for cause you just might get it
And once I came would you swallow or spit it
I kno you freaky you dont have to admit it
I take 'em petite , or thick in the thighs
I like to fuck 'em while I look in they eyes
So go on, cut up , girl toot your butt up and do your thang
Sad but I knew your pussy before I knew your name

[Chorus: Oobie 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
with nothing on

[(Oobie) 2x]
Ooo nana nana, ooo nana nana
Ooo nana nana, ooo nana nana

Lil Jon - Nothings Free
Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys



There's something, that I gotta tell ya'Cause I know, that a brother got needs tonight
I ain't trippin' on ya' pimpin' just that this time
'Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight

I know you wanna get paid tonight
But I'm tryna get paid tonight
We ain't even gotta fuss and fight
Just hit me right, it's on all night
I know you wanna get in bed wit' me
But you gotta come correctly
Nothin' in life is free, expecially not me

I hope you...can feel me
When I say, pay before you play wit' me
Wanna taste this....but it's priceless
It's something that you never done before, I'm not ya ordinary hoe

[Lil Jon]
I fell off in the club (shawty)
Not lookin' for love (shawty)
But I'm lookin' for a gul (shawty)
For I could cut (shawty)
Like lil mama in the blue (shawty)
She so got damn cute (shawty)
But she say she need cheese (shawty)
Before she dip wit' me (shawty)
Well let me see (shawty)
What it might be (shawty)
And what's ya' fee (shawty)
For my fantasy (shawty)
Now I ain't rich (shawty)
But I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)

[Oobie]
There's something, that I gotta tell yaBefore you lay with me tonight
I ain't got no problem (?)
Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight

[Lil Jon]
What chu' talkin' 'bout? (shawty)
And get cum out cha' mouth (shawty)
Say you want some cash (shawty)
Before I hit that ass (shawty)
I'm not yo' boy (shawty)
I ain't no toy (shawty)
Don't play no games (shawty)
'Cause I ain't lame (shawty)
But foe' my gurl (shawty)
I'll give her the world (shawty)
Ain't no thang (shawty)
To give up that change (shawty)
I ain't rich (shawty)
I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)

[Oobie]
Now I'll be there for you
If you want me to
I'll be by ya' side
If the price is right
Take care of me
And I'll take care of you
Nothin tonight is free

Ohhh, yeahhh
I gotta get paid, woo
Now if you want me
Come correctly
Might be something you never done before
I'm not yo' ordinary hoe

Lil Jon - Pitbull Cuban Rideout
Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys



Como?! Yeah! Yeah!
Lil Jon! Eastside Boyz! (Que Vuelta!)
That little cuban from Miami, Pitbull!
I appreciate y'all giving me the oppurtunity to spit on this shit
GO HEADDDDDDDDD!

When it comes to these hoes
y'all know we on some halloween shit
start trickin' n treatinBut I'm on some halloween shit too
gettin' messed up for the radication BOOM!
From the palm trees to the red clay
we get down the same way
Lil Jon's from Scott but this little cuban's
from the county of Dade
Pitbull is here to voice his opinion
and y'all gone hear it
All up and down the eastside
Im'a show y'all how dirty we ride
From Dade to Decatur
only difference is y'all blow dro
and we blow crip
but reall there's is no differecne
cause they're both green and sticky
I don't mean to be picky
but Jon, tell your boys from the Eastside
to put me down with one of those
redbone who has a pretty face, n waist
and thick thighs
From the M-I-A to the A-T-L
we been connecting on work
but keep that on the DL

HAA! Asi mismo brode! Como?!
Yeah, Lil Jon, Eastside Boyz
P-I-T slash Q-B-O-N. Get it right baby
From the bottom, to the ATL
Haa! Decatur, Swat, College Park
Haa! Wynwood, Hialeah, Saweseraaa!
Liberty City, Carol City, Opa-Locka, this for y'all
Lil Haiti, Sao Pa Sai!
All my cubans, Que vola? Que vuelta? Que volon?
Haa! Yeah!

Lil Jon - Put Yo Hood Up (feat The Eastside Boys)
[Chorus]
Put yo hood up! (x4)
Put yo click up! (x4)
Represent yo' shit muthafuuuucka (x2)
Represent yo click muthafuuuucka (x2)

[Verse 1]
Well sit yo' drink up and smell yo' muthafuckin' Crown (x2)
Throw yo' click up and say it muthafuckin' loud (x2)
Now drop yo' bows on em' and get buck ass wild (x2)
You supposed to act up with a black and fuckin' mild (x2)
Cuz' them eastside niggas don't give a fuck
Them westside niggas is quick to buck
Them northside niggas will cut you up
And them southside niggas will put you in a trunk

Now jump jump jump nigga
Stomp stomp stomp nigga
Jump jump jump nigga
Stomp stomp nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club (x2)
If you don't give a fuck then throw that muthafucka up (x2)
I'm wit my niggas in this bitch, and you know we fucked up (x2)
We clicked up 30 deep and we always strapped up (x2)
Who you wit nigga? Who you wit nigga?
Who you wit get crunk, who you wit nigga? (x2)
Well who run this bitch? We run this bitch! (x4)

[Chorus]

Aye, check dis out I need all my real niggas and bitches
To look around the muthafuckin' club
If you see a nigga and he throwin' up a set and it aint yo' set
Or it aint yo' click
I want chall niggas to tell dem' niggas like dis
I want you to get up in that muthafucka' face
And do dis shit...

[Verse 3]
Hea we go (x6)
Say nigga fuck you!
Nigga fuck you (x7)
Cuz' you don't wanna fuck wit' me
Cuz my niggas in the club will heat (x2)

[Chorus]

We some eastside niggas (x2)
We some westside niggas (x2)
We some northside niggas (x2)
We some southside niggas (x2)

Lil Jon - Snap Ya Fingers
[Intro:]
What's happenin'? Dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik
What's up 40? What's happenin'?
What's up Sean paul? What's happenin'?
Hey! Now ladies and gentlemen it's about dat time
To turn this thang on out
Now let me see everybody do this
Hey! Let's go!

[Hook: (2x)]
Snap yo fingers! Do ya step!
You can do it all by yo self!
Let me see you do it! Ay!
Let me see you do it! Ay!

[Lil Jon:]
Snap yo fingers and then rock wit it
Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon drop wit it
do a step wit it, put your hips wit it,
All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it
You can't do like me, I'm by myself
I do it so good, I don't need nobody else
What's happenin', what's up
Got da purp fired up
What's happenin', what's up
Got Patrone in my cup
I pop, I drank
I'm on Patrone and purp, I can't think
I'm blowed, to go
don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home

[Hook: (2x)]

[E-40:]
Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'ABout to hit tha club, we been mobbin' all day
Drinkin' on some Rossi, dyin' off Patrone
VIP stats, strapped wit my chrome
Look around tha club, what do I see
Everybody rockin' side to side to tha beat
Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to tha groove
All by they self, that's tha new move
Nigga where I'm from, we like to go dumb
I'm soakin' up tha game, I'm seein' how its done
I ask shawty what they call it, she said tha Pool Palace
Staright from Bankhead, I said you good at it
Do what cha do, you and ya crew
They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too
The mo' that I drank, tha more it's lookin' smooth
I's nothing to a boss, I can do tha shit too

[Hook: (2x)]

[Sean Paul:]
Chillin' in tha bip, yeah we get crunk
Niggas poppin' bottles and these bitches gettin' drunk
Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air
I'm throwin' up tha E's to let em' know that we in here
Brand new shoes, brand new tool
Pull out tha ol school, cuz I'm feelin' real cool
Yeah I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockinSnappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock BITCH!
Reppin' my block BITCH!, straight from tha deck
When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck
Smokin' on tha best, we don't fuck wit dat mess
I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this
Yeah I'm back to tha track, back to tha snap
1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back
Dis is how we do it in tha 'A town(and if you ain't know) this how it goes down

[Hook: (2x)]

Hey! Hey! Hey! (goes until fades away)

Lil Jon - The Weedman
Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys





We smoke everyday
On an average 9,10,11,12 even 13 blunts
But when we on our last
And we aint got no mo grass
Its time to re up
Got to hurry up
Go and re up

[Chorus 1 (2x)]
So we just looking for the weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we just wanna smoke (smoke)
We just wanna smoke (smoke)
We just wanna smoke (smoke)

[Verse 2]
Hey I'm getting closer
To the weedman
I think he's somewhere close
Smell it on his clothes
Look! There he goes
Now you don't got to smoke with me (with me)
But if you wanna smoke my tree (my tree)
Just reach into that right (right)
Pocket on yo thigh (thigh)
And show a nigga five

[Chorus 2 (2x)]
We don found the fucking weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)

Yea this yo boy Lil Jon
With them Eastside Boyz
This yo boy Big Sam and man I'm High
Aye man hold on this yo boy Lil Bo man (smoker)
And I hear music man
Aye we gon take dis shit to 12 play
For the blunt
Only for the real smokers
Aye got damn fire some shit up to this
Lets go

One come on nigga pass me the blunt
Two I got to cop a sack or two
Three I got a fluffy bag of this weed
Four just watch me as I open it and pour
Five im about to role up the nine
Six we smoking on some real good shit
Seven watch me as I get high as the heavens
Eight all my niggas smoking real great
Nine getting kinda jiggy in my eyes yea
Ten I think I wanna smoke some again
Eleven Im trying to get back to the heavens
Twelve damn this weed good as hell yea

Lil Jon - We Still Crunk
Here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come

[Hook] - 2x's
Move bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe
Move bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe

[Lord Infamous]
Nigga Three Six Mafia burn inside the southern territorial
Leavin' a memorial page in editorial
When ? watch yo back go front ????? Scarecrow
Leave 'em stiff and froze my foes and hit 'em like Rose in China snow
Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin' to toss it
Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses, leave you dead in a closet
Family recked from yo death-death, from yo early death
Packin' some in jars, sendin' two off for the chef
Cause I melt them with medicine
I'm perscription called death when ?

[J-Bo]
Oh there she go, old triflin' bitch
Straight take a hoe nigga, always out to lick
And when shit is gettin' thick
Out the door she split
She straight slick
But I'm slicker than that bitch gon' get
So now move bitch, get out the way hoe and lay low
So say hoe, you just another stank hoe
Trickin' on the dance floLookin' kinda slutty though
I'm all about my money hoe when I bump on yo stereo
And everywhere I go, it's the same old shit
Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so bitch fuck this now

Hook

[Sean Paul]
They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul)
Slap the fuck out of each and all y'all (all y'all)
I done seen niggaz fall, I done seen niggaz ball
I done seen big girls shake with lil' bitty drawz (bitty drawz)
And uh, the other day this bitch got smacked in the jaw (in the jaw)
I done seen a whole lot, niggaz ain't seen what I saw (yeah)
I'm in it too deep, I could never come flaw (come flaw)
If ya talkin' bout that pistol my nigga you better draw
Okay, always sayin' shit that I mean
Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean

[Gangsta Boo]
What's up motherfucka what's up
Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up
All these sissy ass hoes talkin' shit about this lady
Why you tryin' to doubt me baby
I'm the shit, you can't fade me
Now look what done happened, we done hooked up with Eastside Boyz
Bringin' noise
Makin' moves like the fuckin' U-Haul boys
Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you nigga
Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but hits increase to bigger figures
Nigga don't play with the muthafuckin' don't play lady
On the way, God damn what you bitches say
Nigga

Hook

[Lil' Jon]
Ah, Ah, Ahhhh-ha-ha-ha
We comin' through like the Rock bitch
Knock you out yo motherfuckin' socks bitch
Droppin' bows like nothin' wrong bitch
Bitch I'll break yo motherfuckin' nose bitch
Didn't we tell yo ass to move bitch
Now yo head busted ? two fuckin' bricks
So get yo fire and dip hoe
Cause a nigga gone off that Quevo
Why you still runnin' yo mouth bitch
You must've not known who you fuckin' with
We'll leave you dead in a fuckin' ditch
Cause we runnin' with the Three Triple Six
And them guns for them young hoes
We'll leave ya firm like a dildo
All my niggaz doin' Fed time
We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron

Hook 2x's

[Juicy J]
I'm lookin' for them big butts
Nothin but them quick sluts
Something kinda freaky like skinny hoe givin' up
Maybe a nigga'll take the camp
Probably let her ride my lap
Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, bitch I'm on the map
I'm the kinda nigga bro' push a 450 hoe
Down the strip, Hennessy I sip on the low-low
Hit me on my ? horn
Can record, make a porn movie
Don't be choosy with this nigga Juicy
Ready to?

[Chyna Whyte]
What y'all know to be part of this
You gotta be on some heartless shit
And whether it's legal or dirty, I'ma ball regardless trick
And I don't give a fuck if you the tallest or the smallest bitch
Don't none of you hoes know about this order shit
Chyna Whyte I live that street life
And I ain't gon' be happy till I got my momma eatin' right
Still the one to grip that motherfuckin' heater tight
And I'm still tryin' to find a motherfuckin' key to life
Ya heard me

Hook 2x's

[DJ Paul]
I might not be the freshest nigga up in the club
But shoulda seen when I walked in the hoes said '"What the fuck'"
They saw me VIP in the VIP y'all
With these Rollies and the ? they be wonderin' '"Who are y'all'"
We be steppin' no less than 30 deep and thinkin' we some stars
My enterage spendin' no less than 80 G's on they cars
If I took you to my crib you probably wouldn't believe or think I'm lieinCheck my soundscan hoe, if I'm liein' or dyin'

Lil Jon - What They Gonna Do
[Lil' Jon]
Yea
What...What
Check dis out right (Yea)
Lil' Jon and the mothafukin East Side Boyz
The Kings of crunk
Back at chu wit some new shit
Now jus cause we went platinum and shit don't mean we gon change nigga
We the muthafukin Kings of crunk and we gon' always get this muthafucka crunk
Now let's talk about some more niggas
[Chorus]
If you roll up in the club and them niggas wanna mug
When you step up to they face what they gon' do shit
If you roll up in the club and them hoes start actin' up
When you step up to them hoes what they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit [repeat 8 times]

[Lil' Jon]
Fuck nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' buck all dat shitin' at the mouth gon get cha fucked up
Pussy nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' buck all dat shitin' at the mouth gon get cha fucked up
You don't game in the club wit yo muthafuckin click
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
You don't game in the club wit you muthafuckin click
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
It's some East-side niggas and they deep in this bitch
and they step the ever nigga that be talkin that shit
It's some West-side niggas and they deep in this bitch
and they step the ever nigga that be talkin that shit
It's some North-side niggas and they deep in this bitch
and they step the ever nigga that be talkin that shit
It's some South-side niggas and they deep in this bitch
and they step the ever nigga that be talkin that shit

[Chorus]

[Lil' Scrappy]
My brains is takin in too much pain
I'm bout explode first and then take names
But its cool lil' shawty don't be so alarmed
I learned to bruise nigga without jabbing the arm
I don't play wit muthafuckers cause this shit be real
Make ya hold yo breath longer den a navy seal
And them bows (oh) will leave yo ass dead in the path
Like the way you can't differ yo dick from yo ass
I smoke bows wit my niggas (what)
Fuck hoes wit my niggas (what)
How the fuck you think I feel bout deforming yo figure (yeah)
It's a close casket
For them hatin baskets
Its some g's that's real and some messed up fagots (ha ha)
Who you talkin to bitch?
What chu gon do trick?
When its obvious to see that chu aint gon do shit
Lil' Scrappy the Prince and I aint taking no chump
I'm a quiet crunk nigga and fuck being the punk

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Yea... Yea... Yea
I'm lookin round dis muthafukin club (What)
Them niggas still muthafuking looking over here and shit (looking over here and talkin and shit)
Think we gonna get some muthafucking straightenin going on in this muthafuker (Yea)
Dis what we gon' muthafukin do (What's up)
We gon' walk over to dis muthafuckin niggas (Yea)
An talk to they ass like dis
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)

[Chorus]