Lil Jon And Eastside Boyz Bia` Bia` 2 Lyrics

Bia` Bia` 2 Lyrics

[Hook x2]


Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a


Bia
Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a


Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a
- like a


Bia Bia, why ya frontin' like a - like a





[Lil' Jon]


Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up


Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up


Well get cho'
hands up, get cho' hands up


Got damn it motherfucker, get cho'
hands up


Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up


Got
damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up


Throw yo click up, throw yo
click up


Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up


Well what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga


What
chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga


What chu' lookin'
at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga


What chu' lookin' at nigga,
what chu' lookin' at nigga


Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna
do


Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do


What chu'
wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)


Well nigga
fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you





[Hook x2]





[Too $hort]


Well pour me some Bombay and fire
up that bomb


It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass
punk


I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth


Real niggas, bring out the ho in you


Us pimp niggas get a
foul ho, we chin check her


All you do is play the role nigga, you
just an actor


Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with
your's


You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure


How
come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out


Every time you
get mad, you say get the fuck out


But I told her, I said it's cool,
get at me


Come by the house and get nasty


I spit the
real game


I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name


I told her call me daddy


Trick nigga if you tell me you's a
playa, you's a lie


Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and
Super-Fly


You just a...





[Hook x2]





[Chyna Whyte]


Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin'
off shots


Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop


It
don't stop in that Dirty South


Burn up the whole block, that's what
this here we bout


Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardest


Gonna see who's life is shortest


Regardless this whole
world to me is garbage


Tryin' to reap my harvest


I'm
starvin' less than a life of ballin'


Yet still tryin' to find my
callin'


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 King Nine bloodlines


With
P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow


Name all I
borrow


I represent the slums, ate the crumbs


Now I'm
reachin' for a new height


Nothin' but love and we grew tight


Played and renew sight


Hustlin' for food tight


Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte





[Hook]