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 b***h and get cho' hands up

Well get cho' hands up get cho' hands up

Stop actin like a b***h and get cho' hands up

Well throw yo click up throw yo click up

Stop actin like a b***h and throw yo click up

Throw yo click up throw yo click up

Stop actin like a b***h and throw yo click up

Well what chu' lookin' at n***a what chu' lookin' at n***a

What chu' lookin' at n***a what chu' lookin' at n***a

What chu' lookin' at n***a what chu' lookin' at n***a

What chu' lookin' at n***a what chu' lookin' at n***a

Now what chu' wanna do what chu' wanna do

Got d**n it f**k n***a what chu' wanna do

What chu' wanna do

You scared

What chu' wanna do

You scared

Well n***a f**k you f**k you f**k you f**k you

Too hort

Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb

It's about time somebody checked you you b***h a*s punk

I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth

Real n***as bring out the ho in you

Us pimp n***as get a foul ho we chin check her

All you do is play the role n***a you just an actor

Won't let a b***h breathe if she wanted with your's

You just a weak motherf**ker so insecure

How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out

Every time you get mad you say 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 rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name

I told her call me daddy

Trick n***a 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

Chyna Whyte

Bump bump bump bump lettin' off shots

Double glock glock ch ch n***a pop pop

It don't stop in that Dirty South

Burn up this whole block that's what this be about

N***as livin lawless n***as 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'

I'm 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 d**est on the planet b***h Chyna Whyte