| 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 |