Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Knockin' Heads Off, artist - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz. Date of issue: 28.10.2002
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
Knockin' Heads Off |
| Come on, yeah OK |
| Motherfucker, y’all know who it is |
| Lil' Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side Booooyz |
| I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son) |
| We gon' do this for all the real motherfuckin' niggas |
| (Uh uh uh uh yo) |
| Holla at them niggas J, come on |
| Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown |
| And bitches always wanna hit me like I just came home |
| But I still put the tools in ya mouth |
| Niggas know that I’m a monster on the East, but I’m huge in the South |
| This is evil in the trenches and everybody starvin' |
| So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches |
| «Down Bottom"feel like the ol' days |
| Fuckin' with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O’Jays |
| When we loadin' the clip every slug gotta catch |
| When you goin' to war every thug got his match |
| SS baby, blue Impala with the mack in it |
| Big gold cup with rhinestones with my pack in it |
| It’s like the jungle but the broads is fine |
| And if they ain’t puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine |
| Listen, I’m the wrong nigga to style with |
| My motherfuckin' problem to reconcile with |
| Nigga what |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah |
| We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeah |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah |
| We knockin' heads off, yeah |
| We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeah |
| You wanna go nigga |
| Let’s go ho |
| You wanna go nigga |
| Let’s go ho |
| You wanna go nigga |
| Let’s go ho |
| You wanna go nigga |
| Let’s go ho |
| What… what…what…what…what |
| We lettin' it go nigga |
| Let’s go ho |
| We lettin' it go nigga |
| Let’s go ho |
| We lettin' it go nigga |
| Let’s go ho |
| What… what…what…what…what |
| Pussy… niggas…lay it… down |
| Me and my… niggas…fixin'…clown |
| Pussy… niggas…lay it… down |
| Me and my… niggas…fixin'…clown |
| We throw our… fuckin'…click up |
| We give a fuck if you don’t…like us |
| We throw our… fuckin'…click up |
| We give a fuck if you don’t…like us |
| Don’t…like…them…niggas |
| Can’t…stand.that…bitch |
| Don’t…like…them…niggas |
| Can’t…stand.that…bitch |
| We’ll…shut the… club down |
| If y’all…niggas…wanna clown |
| We’ll…shut the… club down |
| Bitch… say…something now |
| Whaaaat… Whaaaaat |
| Y’all know when the beat breakdown and shit |
| What’s up, what’s up |
| It’s time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in this biiiitch |
| Now this what I want y’all niggas to do, what’s up |
| All the real niggas and ladies out there, OK |
| Y’all need to repeat after me, right now |
| I ain’t scared of no nigga, I ain’t scared of no bitch |
| I ain’t scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click |
| I ain’t scared of no nigga, I ain’t scared of no bitch |
| I ain’t scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click |
| Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man |
| Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man |
| Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man |
| Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit |
| Yeah, BME ho, we up out this bitch |
| Ruff Ryders ho, what’s up |
| But before we leave |
| I gotta let my nigga tell you his name |
| I’m Holiday Styles, where the fuck you thuggin' at |
| I knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger bat |
| P’ll go to war and ain’t never have to bring a nigga |
| My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger nigga |
| Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side Boyz |
| All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys |
| You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouth |
| Sittin' on the roof with the fuckin' 30−30's out |
| I told you I’m a menace y’all |
| I got enough guns to fill up the Lennox Mall |
| In the front parking lot, coke still movin' good |
| Guns still sparke a lot |
| Hustlin' with family, partyin' with murderers |
| D-Block and everything, shit you probably heard of us |
| Yeah I’m a Ryder nigga, you ain’t got a gun |
| Or a motherfuckin' knife, you ain’t even gon' try us |
| I’ll leave you with a hole daddy |
| And for the fact that I’m in the Dirty South |
| I’ll be bouncin' in the old Caddy |
| What — motherfucker |