Lil` Jon And The East Side Boyz Bia` Bia` 2(feat Too $hort Chyna Whyte Lyrics

Bia` Bia` 2(feat Too $hort Chyna Whyte 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]