Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bia' Bia', artist - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz.
Date of issue: 21.05.2001
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
Bia' Bia' |
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 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 |
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 |
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 |