作曲 : Big Kap, Bridges, Martin ... (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 Stop actin like a ************ and get cho' hands up Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up Stop actin like a ************ and get cho' hands up Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up Stop actin like a ************ and throw yo click up Throw yo click up, throw yo click up Stop actin like a ************ and throw yo click up Well what chu' lookin' at ******, what chu' lookin' at ****** What chu' lookin' at ******, what chu' lookin' at ****** What chu' lookin' at ******, what chu' lookin' at ****** What chu' lookin' at ******, what chu' lookin' at ****** Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do Got damn it, ****** ****** what chu' wanna do What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared) Well ****** ****** you, ****** you, ****** you, ****** you (Hook x2) (Too $hort) Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb It's about time somebody checked you, you ************ ass punk I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth Real ******s, bring out the ho in you Us pimp ******s get a foul ho, we chin check her All you do is play the role ******, you just an actor Won't let a ************ breathe, if she wanted with your's You just a weak mother******, so insecure How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out Every time you get mad, you say get the ****** 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 ****** 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, ****** pop pop It don't stop in that Dirty South Burn up this whole block, that's what this be about ******s livin lawless, ******s labeled hardest Gonna see who's life is shortest Regaurdless this whole world to me is garbage Tryin' to reap my harvest I'm starvin' livin a life of ballin' Im 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 sun************ne Call me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine bloodlines With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow Maintain my burrow I represent the slums, ate the crumbs Now I'm reachin' for a new height Nothin' but love and we glued tight Played and renew sight Hustlin' for food type Who the ******st on the planet ************, Chyna Whyte
作曲 : Big Kap, Bridges, Martin ... (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 Stop actin like a ************ and get cho' hands up Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up Stop actin like a ************ and get cho' hands up Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up Stop actin like a ************ and throw yo click up Throw yo click up, throw yo click up Stop actin like a ************ and throw yo click up Well what chu' lookin' at ******, what chu' lookin' at ****** What chu' lookin' at ******, what chu' lookin' at ****** What chu' lookin' at ******, what chu' lookin' at ****** What chu' lookin' at ******, what chu' lookin' at ****** Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do Got damn it, ****** ****** what chu' wanna do What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared) Well ****** ****** you, ****** you, ****** you, ****** you (Hook x2) (Too $hort) Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb It's about time somebody checked you, you ************ ass punk I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth Real ******s, bring out the ho in you Us pimp ******s get a foul ho, we chin check her All you do is play the role ******, you just an actor Won't let a ************ breathe, if she wanted with your's You just a weak mother******, so insecure How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out Every time you get mad, you say get the ****** 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 ****** 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, ****** pop pop It don't stop in that Dirty South Burn up this whole block, that's what this be about ******s livin lawless, ******s labeled hardest Gonna see who's life is shortest Regaurdless this whole world to me is garbage Tryin' to reap my harvest I'm starvin' livin a life of ballin' Im 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 sun************ne Call me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine bloodlines With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow Maintain my burrow I represent the slums, ate the crumbs Now I'm reachin' for a new height Nothin' but love and we glued tight Played and renew sight Hustlin' for food type Who the ******st on the planet ************, Chyna Whyte
