Big Kap
Ay yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Rockin` with Lil` Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte <Ludacris nigga>, $hort Dogg
<Ay tell them niggaz what`s up though>
If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga
Hook
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>
REPEAT
::Verse 1:: 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 motherfucka where you from <Where you from>
Well where you from nigga <Where you from>
Where you from nigga <Where you from>
God dammit motherfucka 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 Doze 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 Benigan`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` or die
Who on this track fuckin` with me, y`all is willin` to try
Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin`s inside
Motherfucka
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 shot 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 mob the flo`
I mop and glow
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 raaasty
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
You just a
Bia Bia
