LYRICS

Artist:  Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
Song Title:  Bia' Bia' (remix)
Album Title:  Put Yo Hood Up
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{Repeat}
"Bia Bia" why acting lik-a, lik-a
"Bia Bia" why you fusing lik-a, lik-a
"Bia Bia" why you looking lik-a, lik-a
"Bia Bia" why you frontin lik-a, lik-a

{Lil Jon & The EastSidez)
Well get yo hands, get yo hands
God damit motha f**ka get yo hands up
Get yo hands up, get yo hands up
God damit motha f**ka get yo hands up
Well throw your click, throw your click up
God damit motha f**ka throw your click up
Throw your click, throw your click up
God damit motha f**ka throw your click up
Well what you lookin at n****, what you lookin at n****
What you lookin at n****, what you lookin at n****
What you lookin at n****, what you lookin at n****
What you wanna do, what you wanna do
God damit punk n**** what you wanna do
What you wanna do, what you wanna do
(you scared)
Welll n**** f**k you, f**k you, f**k you

{Repeat}
"Bia Bia" why acting lik-a, lik-a
"Bia Bia" why you fusing lik-a, lik-a
"Bia Bia" why you looking lik-a, lik-a
"Bia Bia" why you frontin lik-a, lik-a

{Too $hort}
Poor me some bomb bay
Fire up that bomb
It's bout somebody check you
You b**** a** punk
I heard you slapped your woman
Because she told you the truth
Real n****'s, bring out the "Ho" in you
Us pimp n****s get a foul ho
We chin check her
All you do is play the role n****
You just an act
Won't let a b**** breath
If she wanna be yours
You just a weak mutha f**ker so insecure
How come she can't leave home
With out getting caused out
Everytime you get mad
You tell her get the f**k 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 road her in my caddy
When she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trix n**** if you tell me you's a player
You's a lie
Cause you'll never be like Willy Dianmite Superfly

{Repeat}
"Bia Bia" why acting lik-a, lik-a
"Bia Bia" why you fusing lik-a, lik-a
"Bia Bia" why you looking lik-a, lik-a
"Bia Bia" why you frontin lik-a, lik-a

{Chyna White}

Bomb Bomb
Bomb Bomb
Letting off shots
Double gluk gluk, ch ch, n**** pop pop
It don't stop in that dirty south
Burn up the whole block
This what this here be bout
N****'s living lawless
N****'s labeled heartless
Gonna see who light showness
Regaurdless this whole world to me is garbage
Trying to get my harvest, I'm stalking
Left in a life of balling
Still trying 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 K-9 blood lines
With B-9's and simmy autos
Ain't no guarantee tomorrow
Name all I borrow
I represent the son's, ate the crums
Now I'm reaching for a new height
Nothing but love and we glue tight
Praying for new sight
Hustling for food tight
Who the dopest on the planet B****hhh
Chyna White!