Lil` Jon And The Eastside Boyz Knockin` Heads Off Lyrics

Knockin` Heads Off Lyrics

(feat. Jadakiss, Styles)

[Lil' Jon]
Come on, yeah OK
Motherfucker,
y'all know who it is
Lil' Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side Booooyz
I got
my nigga Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son)
We gon' do this for all the
real motherfuckin' niggas
(Uh uh uh uh yo)
Holla at them niggas J, come
on

[Jadakiss]
Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name
blown
And bitches always wanna hit me like I just came home
But I still
put the tools in ya mouth
Niggas know that I'm a monster on the East, but
I'm huge in the South
This is evil in the trenches and everybody
starvin'
So to get the money right we put the deisel on the
benches
"Down Bottom" feel like the ol' days
Fuckin' with the
corn liquor ridin' around listen to O'Jays
When we loadin' the clip every
slug gotta catch
When you goin' to war every thug got his match
SS baby,
blue Impala with the mack in it
Big gold cup with rhinestones with my pack
in it
It's like the jungle but the broads is fine
And if they ain't
puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style
with
My motherfuckin' problem to reconcile with
Nigga
what

[Hook]
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off,
yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeah
We knockin'
heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off,
motherfuckin' heads off yeah
You wanna go nigga
Let's go ho
You wanna
go nigga
Let's go ho
You wanna go nigga
Let's go ho
You wanna go
nigga
Let's go ho
What...what...what...what...what

[Lil'
Jon]
We lettin' it go nigga
Let's go ho
We lettin' it go
nigga
Let's go ho
We lettin' it go nigga
Let's go
ho
What...what...what...what...what
Pussy...niggas...lay it...down
Me
and my...niggas...fixin'...clown
Pussy...niggas...lay it...down
Me and
my...niggas...fixin'...clown
We throw our...fuckin'...click up
We give a
fuck if you don't...like us
We throw our...fuckin'...click up
We give a
fuck if you don't...like
us
Don't...like...them...niggas
Can't...stand..that...bitch
Don't...like...them...niggas
Can't...stand..that...bitch
We'll...shut
the...club down
If y'all...niggas...wanna clown
We'll...shut the...club
down
Bitch...say...something now

[Hook]

[Lil'
Jon]
Whaaaat....Whaaaaat
Y'all know when the beat breakdown and
shit
What's up, what's up
It's time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in
this biiiitch
Now this what I want y'all niggas to do, what's up
All the
real niggas and ladies out there, OK
Y'all need to repeat after me, right
now
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared
of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't
scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
Man
fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that
shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit
nigga, fuck that shit

[Hook]

[Lil' Jon]
Yeah, BME ho, we up
out this bitch
Ruff Ryders ho, what's up
But before we leave
I gotta
let my nigga tell you his name

[Styles]
I'm Holiday Styles, where the
fuck you thuggin' at
I knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger
bat
P'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a nigga
My gun is armed
and my bullets like a finger nigga
Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side
Boyz
All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys
You can catch me
in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouth
Sittin' on the roof with the fuckin'
30-30's out
I told you I'm a menace y'all
I got enough guns to fill up the
Lennox Mall
In the front parking lot, coke still movin' good
Guns still
sparke a lot
Hustlin' with family, partyin' with murderers
D-Block and
everything, shit you probably heard of us
Yeah I'm a Ryder nigga, you ain't
got a gun
Or a motherfuckin' knife, you ain't even gon' try us
I'll leave
you with a hole daddy
And for the fact that I'm in the Dirty South
I'll be
bouncin' in the old Caddy
What - motherfucker