Lil Jon And Eastside Boyz - Bia' Bia' 2 Lyrics

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[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 bitch and get cho' hands up

Well get cho' hands up get cho' hands up

Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up

Well throw yo click up throw yo click up

Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up

Throw yo click up throw yo click up

Stop actin like a bitch and 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]

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[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 this whole block that's what this be about

Niggas livin lawless niggas 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 sunshine

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 dopest on the planet bitch chyna whyte

[hook x2]

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