Альбом Lil Jon

[Chorus]
Put yo hood up! [4X]
Put yo click up! [4X]
Represent yo' shit muthafuuuucka [2X]
Represent yo click muthafuuuucka [2X]

[Verse 1]
Well shake yo' drink up and spray the muthafuckin' crowd [2X]
Throw yo' click up and say it muthafuckin' loud [2X]
Now drop yo' bows on em' and get buck ass wild [2X]
You supposed to act up with a black and fuckin' mild [2X]
Cuz' them eastside niggas don't give a fuck
Them westside niggas is quick to buck
Them northside niggas will cut you up
And them southside niggas will put you in a trunk

Now jump jump jump nigga
Stomp stomp stomp nigga
Jump jump jump nigga
Stomp stomp nigga

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club [2X]
If you don't give a fuck then throw that muthafucka up [2X]
I'm wit my niggas in this bitch, and you know we fucked up [2X]
We clicked up 30 deep and we always strapped up [2X]
Who you wit nigga? Who you wit nigga?
Who you wit get crunk, who you wit nigga? [2X]
Well who run this bitch? We run this bitch! [4X]

[Chorus]

Aye, check dis out I need all my real niggas and bitches
To look around the muthafuckin' club
If you see a nigga and he throwin' up a set and it aint yo' set
Or it aint yo' click
I want chall niggas to tell dem' niggas like dis
I want you to get up in that muthafucka' face
And do dis shit...

[Verse 3]
Hea we go [x6]
Say nigga fuck you!
Nigga fuck you [x7]
Cuz' you don't wanna fuck wit' me
Cuz my niggas in the club will heat [2X]

[Chorus]

We some eastside niggas [2X]
We some westside niggas [2X]
We some northside niggas [2X]

(feat. Big Kap, Chyna Whyte, Ludacris,Too $hort)

[Big Kap]
Aiyyo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte
(Ludacris nigga) $hort Dog (Ay tell them niggaz what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga!

[Hook - repeat 2X]
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)
Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)

[Lil' Jon]
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)
Put 'em up (Put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well where you from nigga (Where you from)
Where you from nigga (Where you from)
God dammit motherfucker where you from (Where you from)
Well represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Represent yo shit - represent yo shit
Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique
Well you scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)
You scared (You scared) - You scared (You scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)

[Hook]

[Chyna Whyte]
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No-Doz and coffee
No sleep, I'm lookin' 40
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggaz
Over a hot Bennigan's dinner
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swang
Bitches make ya ass clap
I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin' DUI
Look cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'm livin to die
Who on this track fuckin with me, y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker

[Hook]

[Ludacris]
Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold, "CLEAR!" then I shocked the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the 'bows
I rock the shows; pop lock and knock yo nose
You Bia' Bia', I grab my .44 and mop the flo'
I +Mop & Glo'+; the Feds tryin to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the pain - cock back and swing the thang
Yo' girl mad cause she told me don't even bring the thang
And then I told her - I said it's cool, get at me
And then my voice got raaaassspy
Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways
So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze

[Hook]

[Too $hort]
Bitch niggaz in the house tell me what's up
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch
You little bitch, that's what the callin' you
You'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin' dude
Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and live a real life

(Computer Voice)
Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight,
Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight, Ight

(Come in after 7th Ight)
Wuz up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up, wuz up

(Eastside Boyz with shout outs)

Chorus: (Shake sumethin')

Who u wit', who u wit', who u wit',
get crunk, who u wit (repeat 4x)

(Hook 1):
To the flo', to the flo', to the flo', to the flo',to the flo',
to the flo, let's go, let's go, to the flo', to the flo', to the flo',
to the flo', to the flo', to the flo', to the flo', let's go

(Hook 2):
Get 'em up (repeat 16x),
Just bounce, just ride (repeat 8x)
Just ride (repeat 15x)

(Hook 3):
Grab shawty (repeat 16x)
Now hump, now hump, now hump, just hump (repeat 4x)
Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, shawty

Chorus

(Hook 4): (suup)
Just drop (repeat 15x),
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah,
Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, like this

(Hook 5):
Freak sumethin' (repeat 7x) shawty
Little lower now (repeat 8x)
Get higher now (repeat 8x), Ay! (repeat 15x), shawty

Chorus

(Hook 6): (ight)
Wuz up! (repeat 16x)

(Hook 7):
Just bounce (repeat 16x)

(Hook 8):
Eastside playa's don't give a what
Westside playa's don't give a what
Southside playa's don't give a what
So put 'em up , so put 'em up (put 'em up)
Highclass playa's don't give a what
Eastside playa's don't give a what
Westside playa's don't give a what
So put 'em up (put 'em up), so put 'em up

(Hook 9): (ight)
Get Crunk (repeat 10x)

Chorus: (until fade)

(featuring Nation Riders, Quint Black & Too Short)

[Too $hort]
You couldn't be a better playa than me
Even if you fucked every day of the week
I know you think you got it like ?
I be fuckin' hoes every day of the week
You never could be a better playa than me
Even if you rolled in luxery
I know you sport-coatin' that top knotch freak
You never could be a better playa than me
When I first got to the club it was cool to fuck
Walked passed these hoes and they looked me up and back down again
Recognize a pimp
Next thing I know, I'm tellin' lies again
Sellin' dreams to hoes from everything I know
Grab the microphone then I spit these flows
I came in this muthafucka with my niggaz
I plan on leavin' here with yo bitches
Anybody feel they got a problem with that
You need to take off yo pimp hat nigga
And get the fuck out my way
Cause I don't fuck with scrubs on any day
I can't buy her no drink, she can't ride with me
I don't know her and she can't stand beside me
But yo bitch, I might fuck her
Just because I know you's a sucker

[Hook]
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my nuts go - bitch
Do you like the way they swang
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my nuts go - bitch you keep rappin' in my ear and got me mad as hell

Let me hit that weed, ? what you drinkin'
6 months ago, hoe yo ass wasn't speakin'
Now I see yo face in every bad way stop
Tryin' yo plots since the CD dropped
I went nuts cause I'm like that with Too $heezy
Got no time for you triflin' ass broke breezies
Jon ? doin' thangs, now that's so true
And you bad news bitch I ain't fuckin' with you

Punk bitch think she real smart, runnin' that G
But talk is cheap hoe, spend some cash money with me
Look up when I pull up and come runnin' to see
If $hort Dog is in the car, Murder 1 is with me
You heard Nationwide was ballin', we make 100's and G's
Takin' trips to the islands, smilin' under the trees
When I step up, all these heffers start comin' for me
Let my nuts go chickenhead you gets nothin' for free

[Hook]
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my nuts go - bitch
Do you like the way they swang
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my muthafuckin' nuts go
Bitch, you keep rappin' in my ear and got me mad as hell

Now we gettin' hell of looks soon as we pimped through the door
And we seen hell of freaks we ain't fucked before
They got some bitches on the prawl of gold-diggin' missions
And my folks is livin' foul, they whoopin' ass with precision
Fallin' back at the club, smoked up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga, I know she tryin' to fuck
But her hommie wanna play G.I. Joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before yo big ass hit the flo'
Let my nuts go

Nigga when I step in the club
Cause y'all blowin' stress and we blowin' bud
I showed him love once and let him come with my crew
Now every fuckin' time he tryin' to jump in line
Yellin' out, “?? can I get in with y'all?”
I ain't feelin' sorry for him, so I tell him, “Hell naw”
Now $hort Records in the VIP
I'ma sock you if you don't get off my N-U-T's

[Hook]
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my nuts go - bitch
Do you like the way they swang
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
You better let my nuts go
Bitch, you keep rappin' in my ear and got me mad as hell

[Lil' Jon & Eastside Boys]
What the fuck my nigga what the fuck (What the fuck)
(Repeat 3x's)
Back up bitch nigga back (Back up)
(Repeat 3x's)
Now if you want some (What), come and get some (Get some)
If you want some nigga come get some (Come get some)
(Repeat)
Why you all on my nuts like a trick
I heard you was a jailhouse bitch
(Repeat)
Nigga

[Hook]
Let my nuts go - bitch
Let my nuts go
I told ya let my nuts go - bitch
Do you like the way they swang
Let my nuts go ­ you bitch
Let my nuts go
Let my muthafuckin' nuts go
Bitch, you keep rappin' in my ear and got me mad as hell

Uh, the word is Dollar ain't the same
Ever since I started Nation ridin', got a lil' change
Surrounded myself by game, niggaz sayin' I'm counterfeit
Ain't that a bitch
Re-evaluate and stop ridin' my dick
Leave that to yo main bitch, let her live once
Niggaz always surround when I burn my blunts
Give me 3 feet and let me eat

(featuring Chyna Whyte, Three Six Mafia & Youngbloodz)

Here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come
Here we come hoe - here we come - here we come hoe - here we come

[Hook] - 2x's
Move bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe
Move bitch, get out the way hoe
Fuck that shit, get out the way hoe

[Lord Infamous]
Nigga Three Six Mafia burn inside the southern territorial
Leavin' a memorial page in editorial
When ? watch yo back go front ????? Scarecrow
Leave 'em stiff and froze my foes and hit 'em like Rose in China snow
Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin' to toss it
Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses, leave you dead in a closet
Family recked from yo death-death, from yo early death
Packin' some in jars, sendin' two off for the chef
Cause I melt them with medicine
I'm perscription called death when ?

[J-Bo]
Oh there she go, old triflin' bitch
Straight take a hoe nigga, always out to lick
And when shit is gettin' thick
Out the door she split
She straight slick
But I'm slicker than that bitch gon' get
So now move bitch, get out the way hoe and lay low
So say hoe, you just another stank hoe
Trickin' on the dance flo'
Lookin' kinda slutty though
I'm all about my money hoe when I bump on yo stereo
And everywhere I go, it's the same old shit
Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so bitch fuck this now

Hook

[Sean Paul]
They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul)
Slap the fuck out of each and all y'all (all y'all)
I done seen niggaz fall, I done seen niggaz ball
I done seen big girls shake with lil' bitty drawz (bitty drawz)
And uh, the other day this bitch got smacked in the jaw (in the jaw)
I done seen a whole lot, niggaz ain't seen what I saw (yeah)
I'm in it too deep, I could never come flaw (come flaw)
If ya talkin' bout that pistol my nigga you better draw
Okay, always sayin' shit that I mean
Pelle Pelle, A-Town nigga gotta come clean

[Gangsta Boo]
What's up motherfucka what's up
Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up
All these sissy ass hoes talkin' shit about this lady
Why you tryin' to doubt me baby
I'm the shit, you can't fade me
Now look what done happened, we done hooked up with Eastside Boyz
Bringin' noise
Makin' moves like the fuckin' U-Haul boys
Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you nigga
Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but hits increase to bigger figures
Nigga don't play with the muthafuckin' don't play lady
On the way, God damn what you bitches say
Nigga

Hook

[Lil' Jon]
Ah, Ah, Ahhhh-ha-ha-ha
We comin' through like the Rock bitch
Knock you out yo motherfuckin' socks bitch
Droppin' bows like nothin' wrong bitch
Bitch I'll break yo motherfuckin' nose bitch
Didn't we tell yo ass to move bitch
Now yo head busted ? two fuckin' bricks
So get yo fire and dip hoe
Cause a nigga gone off that Quevo
Why you still runnin' yo mouth bitch
You must've not known who you fuckin' with
We'll leave you dead in a fuckin' ditch
Cause we runnin' with the Three Triple Six
And them guns for them young hoes
We'll leave ya firm like a dildo
All my niggaz doin' Fed time
We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron

Hook 2x's

[Juicy J]
I'm lookin' for them big butts
Nothin but them quick sluts
Something kinda freaky like skinny hoe givin' up
Maybe a nigga'll take the camp
Probably let her ride my lap
Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, bitch I'm on the map
I'm the kinda nigga bro' push a 450 hoe
Down the strip, Hennessy I sip on the low-low
Hit me on my ? horn
Can record, make a porn movie
Don't be choosy with this nigga Juicy
Ready to?

[Chyna Whyte]
What y'all know to be part of this
You gotta be on some heartless shit
And whether it's legal or dirty, I'ma ball regardless trick
And I don't give a fuck if you the tallest or the smallest bitch
Don't none of you hoes know about this order shit
Chyna Whyte I live that street life
And I ain't gon' be happy till I got my momma eatin' right
Still the one to grip that motherfuckin' heater tight
And I'm still tryin' to find a motherfuckin' key to life
Ya heard me

Hook 2x's

[DJ Paul]
I might not be the freshest nigga up in the club
But shoulda seen when I walked in the hoes said "What the fuck"
They saw me VIP in the VIP y'all
With these Rollies and the ? they be wonderin' "Who are y'all"
We be steppin' no less than 30 deep and thinkin' we some stars
My enterage spendin' no less than 80 G's on they cars
If I took you to my crib you probably wouldn't believe or think I'm liein'

(feat. M.O.P.)

[Big Sam]
Aight, motherfuckers

[Lil' Jon]
Bitch niggas run and hide!
(Ha, Yeah) I'm doing this for my niggas!
(NIGGA!)

[Big Sam]
C'mon, C'mon
C'mon, C'mon
Lil' Jon, C'mon, C'mon

[Lil' Jon]
M.O.P MOTHERFUCKERS!
Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz Bitch!

[Chorus x2]
[M.O.P (Lil' Jon)]
(My Nigga!)
You send em will bend em
(My Nigga!)
You Call em will sprawl em
(My Nigga!)
You cut em will bust em
(My Nigga!)
Take them niggas heads off!

[Billy Danze]
All day nigga, Broadway
Your man Bill Danze back on the highway
9-5 way, do or die way
Since were all gangstaed up we gonna do it my way
Homicide way, grown wit a metal fist
(BK!) Home of the chrome deader list
(Oh Yeah!) Willie Dynamite drop bombs
Now who wanna conflict wit the conflict

[Lil' Jon]
We don't give a fuck you actin like a bitch motherfucker!
Get some nuts and be a man motherfucker!
Pussy ass niggas get fucked motherfucker!
And you's a chicken nigga gettin plucked motherfucker!
Droppin dimes snitchin on your whole (was sup) Eastside
Cause nigga you soft like macaroni!
You don't wanna see a nigga pull the nine!
Cause you did the crime, now it's payback time!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
You's a check one, two turn my mic up nigga
I'm a semi-automatic load the pipe up nigga
B-Ville crime boss, I'll knock your top off
Get ya moms, it be a hell of a story for John Walsh
BIA BIATCH! Look nigga look into to this
What a ridiculous, conspicuous, son of a bitchuous
Lil Fame's a rude bastard; I left my manners at home
You fucked up when you left your hammers at home

[Big Sam]
We gonna kick in the door and get buck my nigga
Slice your ass up like a piece of meat my nigga
Ride ya 'round the town in the fuckin trunk my nigga
'Fore we dump your bitch ass in the creek my nigga
Or we might duck tape your ass to the toilet nigga
Then turn the iron on high and burn it nigga
Die at da door and your ass probably highly fryin nigga
And your tombstone will read, "Here lies a bitch nigga"

[Chorus]

[Billy Danze]
Ride or die nigga, first fam
Me and mind niggas, will still stand
I come thru this BITCH, with two CLIPS
Full of blue TIPS to show them who I am
Stop doin sucka shit, watch who you fuckin wit
Still put it down in the town on some other shit
(Not that undercover shit), that's not me
I bring grips and raise hell for M.O.P

[Lil Fame]
What the fuck (fuck) y'all (y'all) niggas (huh) want with
Famster (Famster!) Gangster (Gangster!)
We can send your whole platoon
Behind these men loom
Fame & Bill Danze, Siamese twins
Who probably wanna be like (boy)
M.O.P (twins) and Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz
Go ahead lie nigga, hope you try nigga
But you gonna die nigga, fuckin wit live niggas
MY NIGGA!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Jon]
We bout to shut this motherfucker down real quick!
I got my motherfucking Brownsville niggas wit me!
New York in this bitch, ATL in this motherfucker!
Dirty South let's ride on it!

[Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz]
There they go my nigga let's get em!
There they go my nigga let's get em!
If you thought shit was over my nigga we never sleep!
If you thought shit was over my nigga we never sleep!
We gonna sneak a motherfucker like niggas on the creep!
We gonna sneak a motherfucker like niggas on the creep!
Like that goddammit y'all niggas get got!
Like that goddammit y'all niggas get got!
We gonna break a nigga down like keys on the block!
We gonna break a nigga down like keys on the block!

[Chorus]

[Billy Danze]

(feat. Eightball & MJG, Oobie)

[Lil Jon]
Lil Jon, East Side Boyz, Ballin-G, shit we pimpin bitch

[Hook]
Baby I just want you to know
That I don't trust you but I need you
And I can't let you go no
And baby I just need you to promise me
That you won't hurt me or desert me and the everything I need

[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin

[MJG]
Ain't no way I can control my P.I
See why women hit the strip and wanna be my bitch (bitch)
Break them heels off and make me rich
Now which one of these old tramps you gonna pick
I'm the M-J-G
I be rollin in big classics
Caddilacs, top drop back, hoe its a habit
Ain't no rabbits in my hat
No drinks on my allie
Let's stay spendin some money to fuck challie
I'm a pimps baby
Cut me I bet ya I please bitches
Ain't no shame in my game
I needs bitches to increase my dividends
I'm livin in shit that looks like i'm makin the killin in
I'm a plan maker
I'm the man that can break a school girl down to be in the grand shaker
In a strip club somewhere near you I makes it happen
M-J-G slash breakin these bitches slash rapper

[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin

[8 Ball]
I'm a dawg bitch
You ain't in love with me at all
Got ya hand out tryin to get something from big ball
Look I told you I hang with niggaz that pimp hoes
Shakin every trap and collectin from strip shows
I'm a fat playa with a mouth full of gold
I be smokin plenty dro
But I don't put none up my nose
Qualification for any selection I'm makin
Fast talkin, street walkin, non-stop trip breakin
They don't keep nothin dough
They bring it straight to daddy
You catch them stealin dawg
You beat that ass badly
If you not a pimp or broad on the strip
You might not understand this pimpin fallin off my lips
Just don't fake it playa cause it ain't hard to spot
You think you ballin you square like a match box
See I can't help baby
I was born with it
Real hustler have to beat the street and go and get it

[Hook 2 (2x)]
See I don't want to
I do need to
Cause I know I can't trust you
I can't be you
So I'm hopin that one day that you can be true
Cause all of my plans involve you

[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin

[Big Sam]
Well I'm Big Sam, got bitches galore
You may have alot of bitches
But I got much more
Short hair, long hair in them fitted suits
Prada boots and hoes that think they cute
But bitch come short with my cheese
Hoe you ain't seen in me
You bets go get me my cheese or you can limp for me
Cause I'm a breaker man and I'm a pimp you see
And I ain't got time for you chickenhead, tricks you fleas
Cause I P-I-M to the P
Pimpin these hoes ain't a thang to me
Been breakin these bitches since '79
Pimpin they ass for them nickles and dimes
And don't give me no excuses
When it come to my money
Cause I'm Nino Brown and you G-Money
And I'm a motherfucker nigga you will never try
Fuck you hoes cause I'm a pimp 'till I die

[Chorus (2x)]
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin
But I can't stop this pimpin
I just can't stop this pimpin

[Hook 3]
Tell me why (tell me why)
Why you won't stop (why you won't stop)
Your pimpin baby
Cause I need you baby (baby)
See ya won't stop ya pimpin
See ya just won't stop ya pimpin
Ya won't stop ya pimpin
See ya just won't stop....

[Lil Jon]
Won't stop, can't stop this pimpin, know what I'm sayin
its ya boy Lil Jon,
Lil Jon them East Side Boyz, Ballin-G, my girl Oobie
doin this shit for Memphis to H-town to the ATL
this pimpin ain't goin never stop, no matter what a motherfucker do
like my boy Big Ball say "spades ace pimpin fo' ever"

(feat. Oobie)

[Oobie]
There's something, I want to tell ya'
'Cause I know, that a brother got needs tonight
I ain't trippin' on ya' pimpin' just that shit's tight
'Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight

[Chorus]
I know you wanna get laid tonight
But I'm trying to get paid tonight
We ain't even gotta fuss and fight
Just hit me right, it's on all night
I know you wanna get in bed wit' me
But you gotta come correctly
Nothin' in life is free, expecially not me

[Oobie]
I hope you...can feel me
When I say, pay before you play wit' me
Wanna taste this....but it's priceless
It might be something you aint never done before, I'm not ya ordinary hoe

[Chorus]

[Lil' Jon]
I fell off in the club (shawty)
Not lookin' for love (shawty)
But I'm lookin' for a gul (shawty)
For I could cut (shawty)
Like lil mama in the blue (shawty)
She so got damn cute (shawty)
But she say she need cheese (shawty)
Before she dip wit' me (shawty)
Well let me see (shawty)
What it might be (shawty)
And what's ya' fee (shawty)
For my fantasy (shawty)
Now I ain't rich (shawty)
But I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)

[Chorus]

[Oobie]
There's something, that I gotta tell ya'
Before you lay with me tonight
I ain't got no problem with fly by nights
Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight

[Lil' Jon]
What chu' talkin' 'bout? (shawty)
That didn't come out your mouth (shawty)
Say you want some cash (shawty)
Before I hit that ass (shawty)
I'm not yo' boy (shawty)
I ain't no toy (shawty)
Don't play no games (shawty)
'Cause I ain't lame (shawty)
But foe' my gurl (shawty)
I'll give her the world (shawty)
Ain't no thang (shawty)
To give up that change (shawty)
I ain't rich (shawty)
I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)

[Chorus]

[Oobie]
Now I'll be there for you
If you want me to
I'll be by ya' side
If the price is right
Take care of me
And I'll take care of you
Nothin tonight is free

Ohhh, yeahhh
I gotta get paid, woo
Now if you want me
Come correctly
Might be something you never done before

Hey,
Lil Jon and the East Side Boys (what)
Where dem gurls,
Where they at,
Where dem gurls at,
Where thay at Where they at,
Where dem gurls
Where y'all at
All y'all ladies represent to this thing alright
Come on come on

Chorus

Where dem gurls at (ohhhhhhhh)
Where dem gurls at (im lookin for them gurls)
X4

Verse 1

You got a job (yeah)
You aint no slob (no)
You got them benifits (yeah)
You dont take no shhhhh (no)
You stack your chips (yeah)
You drive in brand new wheels (yeah)
You ridin on dubbs (yeah)
You dont mess with scrubs (no)
You keep your hair tight (yeah)
You go home at night (yeah)
You got them pretty toes (yeah)
Without no dough( yeah)
You wear them 3-inch heels (yeah)
You can cook a good meal (yeah)
You like to have sex (yeah)
But not unless they get it wet (HEY)

Chorus

You like to like that thang (yeah)
You aint got a man (no)
You can drop it down low (yeah)
All the way to the floor (yeah)
You smoke that green (yeah)
You a sexy thing (yeah)
You got you belly pierced (yeah)
Your jaws arent fearse (NO)
You keep ice around your neck (yeah)
Four can be next (yeah)
You like them thugs (yeah)
The ones that spend g's in the club (yeah)
You wear GG Harmer (yeah)
You take trips in the summer (yeah)
You gots them little heals (yeah)
You spend big face bills (yeah)

Chorus

Verse 3

Okay, Okay check this out,
Were going to break the beat down right now,
Now everybody listen to me
Now this dance, this song aint for everybody
All those sexy ladies (all those sexy ladies)
So only the sexy ladies make some noice for me right now (where y'all at make
some noise Whoo)
Check this out
All the sexy ladies in the place
I need y'all to sing along with me one time
I love myself
I love myself
I love my sexy self
Alright Alright, Hey
X2

Chorus

Hey Hey Hey
Say wer lookin lookin for them girls
Hey Hey Hey
Where them girls at Where they at Where they at
Hey Hey Hey
Lookin for them girls
East side world wide

[Repeat 2x's]
It's some hoes in this house
It's some hoes in this house
If you see them point them out
If you see them point them out

[Verse 1:]
I like them hoes with them golds in they mouth
That be them hoes from the motherfuckin' south
I like them hoes with them big ass butts
That be them hoes that'll let a nigga cut
I like them hoes with them tats on they thigh
That be them hoes that love to get high
I like them hoes with them piercings in they tongue
That be them hoes that suck dick and swallow cum

[Chorus: Repeat 8x's]
I like them hoes

[Hook:]
Some call them hoochies
Some call them breezays
Some call them bitches
But we call them hoes
That's how it goes

[Verse 2:]
I like them hoes with them colored ass wigs
That be them hoes with two or more kids
I like them hoes that'll help a nigga fight
That be them hoes that'll fuck with a dyke
I like them hoes with they own damn car
That be them hoes down for menage a trois
I like them hoes with them six inch heels
That be them hoes that'll let a nigga drill

[Chorus: Repeat 8x's]

[Verse 3:]
I like them hoes with them diamonds in they nails
That be them hoes that ain't scared to go to jail
I like them hoes with that weave in the front
That be them hoes that can roll a fat blunt
I like them hoes with them tight capri pants
That be them hoes that put you in a three point stance
I like them hoes that be tooting that dust
That be them hoes that don't really give a fuck

[Chorus:]

I hate Shoshona with a passion.
She's in bed with Cory and Michael Jackson.
She's a hoe but she's our chaperone.
She lied to Nina's parents on the telephone.

I hate Shoshana, she has no cares.
She's not good for children.
She has a fake tan, she's a Fake and Baker.

(feat. Chyna Whyte)

[Lil Bo - Talking]
Aww yeah ya know it was real hanging out wit y'all motherfuckers
On this here album right
But this motherfucker bout over and uh
Time for me to get the hell on
Been in the studio, the motherfucking sun coming up
In this bitch, motherfucker, been in this motherfucking studio
Working hard on this motherfucking album
[Background vocals from Lil' Jon & Big Sam come in]
What up B-leech, goddamn Sleet as usual in the motherfucking studio
Kit, all the boys higher den a motherfucker
We got Tim over there fucking up shit
Ha, ha, but like I said time to get up out this album knowhaimsayin
Hope y'all enjoyed this motherfucker
It was a lot of hard work putting this bitch together
Go look out for them, LG's, my girl Chyna Whyte
And who knows what else to motherfucking expect
From the motherfucking BME ya little Biatch

[Chorus x2]
[Chyna Whyte]
It's one time for my soldiers on the front line
Strapped with AKs, and car bombs
With K-nine blood lines
It's one time for my killers on the front line
Strapped P-nines and semi-autos
Actin like it's no tomorrow

[Chyna Whyte]
To survive in this world makes me a soldier
Cause I wear Reeboks, nigga why, cause they colder
Every 3 years I battle my fans thug years
Now I shed tears, nigga, I ain't happy here
Like pot, so I blow herb thinking it'll stop the pain
When I come down I'll still be left with the strain
So I stay high so my eyes can stay dry
And I don't give a fuck why
Nigga I was born to die
In the club head tight off of gin and kiwi
Camouflage and dimes so the niggas can't see me
Tellin em my name Le-Le or Lisa
Breaking them walls the Visa 9-millimeter
Sha-sha click, cock it, rock it
Nothing but the Reeboks and poppin
Nuttin but motherfucking nines and
Bump, bump, you be running like Forrest Gump
Knock you on yo ass like Humpty Dump
Chyna Whyte leaves niggas in a slump, serial
Deadly like disease venereal
Game as be RD imperial
Pumpin through your stereo, nigga what you know
Ain't no log when that fo'-fo'
Ejaculate up in your fo' door
Bitch die slow, lyrical calico
Purple tablets I flow
None want war, Gambino
Emptyin clips, I rips
Motevl I flips
Words comin off the lips like Teflon's hips

(feat. Too $hort, Chyna Whyte)

[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