Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys Let`s Go(edited Version) Lyrics

Let`s Go(edited Version) Lyrics

[Lil Jon:] 

Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh!) 

Theres a lotta f**k ni**as in the club tonight, 

(f**k em, f**k em, f**k em) 

But its gonna be aight, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) 

Cuz me and my clique we dont give a f**k ni**a. 

Trick Daddy, Jim Johnson, Big D, Lil Jon 



[Hook:] 

Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) 

If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), 

I'm bout to f**k a ni**a up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) 

If you want it you can get it let me know (let me know), 

I'm bout to f**k a ni**a up, Lets Gooooo! (Lets Gooooo!) 



[Trick Daddy:] 

If you want some, come get some, 

Cuz where I'm from we tote big guns, 

And everybody know somebody that 

Know somebody that know somethin bout it, 

And I want answers now who, what, where, 

When and why, 

See, a lotta dudes like to act a fool 

And all get all loud but that aint my style, 

And he who he gonna get and what he gonna do, 

Run up on me if he want to, 

Out there impressin his homies, 

But he stood up in front of his mama, 

I mop up the flo wit em, 

And I kick in the door and let the .44 get em, 

I got fools that'll go get em, 

This for him, the crew and the dudes that run wit em. 



[Hook] 



[Twista:] 

Gotta spit for the murderas, 

And the killas, 

And the thugstas, 

That be f**kin up the ballas, 

And the dealas, 

And the hustlas, 

Got me comin at you bogus in the V.I. 

While they bumpin lil jon I'm a brush ya, 

Its the psycho ni**a twista from 

Chicago rollin with the Miami ni**a that'll crush ya, 

We already been lookin for drama 

If a ni**a try to get it to, but what if, still gotta get em, 

Feelin fury from my tough sh*t that cant never be true 

And no penicillin 

I'm telling you Trick I'm fitna steal em 

Got me swingin crysie and hennessy bottles, 

In the club with my thug homies goin for the skrilla, 

Don't get it twisted with that 

Overnight celebrity you better be scared 

Of me in my city I'm a killa. 



[Hook] 



[Trick Daddy:] 

I ain't that rappin type arright, 

And I that actin type arright, 

This sulphane in my script, 

I'm a play on you and you just a square, 

See, once that hennessy into 

Me the whole industry is my enemy, 

If you aint no ten to me or friend to me, 

B***h don't pretend to be, 

I'm strictly for the thugs, 

I'm part of the streets and straight out the hood, 

That moments ghetto (ghetto), 

Got me deep in gats for you wheezly cats, 

I'm straight out the county of Dade, 

Played on fire ni**a M-I-A, 

Never gone south of the border, 

Americas most wanted you gonna get slaughtered. 



[Hook 2x] 



[Trick Daddy:] 

The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop 

The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire 

The AK go chop, chop, chop, chop 

The SK go fire, fire, fire, fire