Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bia' Bia' Check In , by - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz. Release date: 21.05.2001
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
Bia' Bia' Check In |
| 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 |