Lil' Jon: Bia' bia' 2

[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 ] 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 [Hook]