| What’s up, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up
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| what’s up, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up, What’s up!
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| Stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop
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| trippin ho, stop trippin Ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho!
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| Shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it
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| Shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it
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| Shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it
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| Shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it
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| (Verse 1: Ludacris)
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| A, FUCK hoes, that’s how I start my rhyme off
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| So take your ass to the doctor, hold your balls and cough
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| I take one to the head piece you take one to the dome
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| Click your heels GO HOME
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| Me and the rush we up in the back getting HIGH
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| I represent C.P. |
| South Side until I DIE
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| And the haters want to know why I’m that nigga with the clout
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| It’s because I’m coming in like toilet paper is running out
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| And I’m all about the paper when I’m coming from the heart
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| I get up in some ass, then break wind like a fart
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| From the start to the finish, diminish them in my spare time
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| Messing with hoes whose legs go back further than your father’s hairline
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| Hit down when I get down make them sit down catch a fit now
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| Fussing and I’m cussing when I’m busting now who’s the shit now ME
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| And I’m trying to let them know just how I’m flipping
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| Disturbing Tha Peace, tell these hoes to quit (trippin hoe)
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| (Chorus: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz)
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| (Verse 2: Daddy T)
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| Roll out the red carpets, let the game begin
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| Daddy T coming through to fuck all your freaky friends
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| Because every day is the same thing, baby I’m a player
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| Hit me on the beeper, hell yeah on my cell
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| Pick her up knock her down and drop her back out
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| Why you waiting on that bitch trying to stay in the house?
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| I’m going to keep stabbing though stabbing though
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| Because your bitch is my trick
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| Why you kissing that hoe there for sucking my dick?
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| Because I don’t give a fuck because I got a block of sex
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| Ready to get my nuts so Daddy T can catch a nut
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| Then it’s back to the crib then let my pimping rest up
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| Because I got another nigga hoe to make me catch a nut
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| While y’all suckers throwing stuff about these hoes that bringing out the hen
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| Fuck it, in the back of baby body Benz
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| See I expose these hoes for the freaks that they be, so enemies try to act
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| sharp, sharp
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| (Chorus: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz)
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| (Verse 3: Lil' Chris)
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| No matter where I’m at, no matter where I go
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| It’s just like this on and off the road
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| I let them suckers get mad, players keep playing
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| Fuck all those who don’t like what I’m saying
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| Get tricked if you want to, better learn the game
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| Because all around the world it’s the same old thing
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| They thinking them hand cuffs going to keep me from getting they hoes
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| You can lock them in the safe, I’m going to break the code
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| Can’t change no freak, this shit forever
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| She’s going to sneak and do it anyways, so you might as well let her
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| How you figure because she’s pregnant she starts fucking, you crazy?
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| Y’all is still coming through and feeding the baby
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| Better believe I dig them down every chance I get
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| But don’t quote me bitch because I ain’t said shit, said shit, said shit…
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| (Chorus: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz)
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| (Verse 4: Lil' Chris, (Ludacris))
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| I rolled out the headville (uh huh) pulled up in tight pocket (what)
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| Pushed up on a tight little something and just had to knock it
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| In the biginning we was tripping and shit (uh huh)
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| I was showing old girl how to line up a stick (ha ha)
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| She got happy when she hit that not in the side, (what) gave me a hug
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| And I was ready to fuck
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| Because her body was so soft
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| I’m thinking guaranteed cutting, going to knock her off
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| Play my hand right
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| What’s up let’s hit this honeycomb hide-out
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| Tell your friends your with me and let’s ride out (ride out!)
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| But you know they had a fat girl in the bunch (uh huh)
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| Talking shit, I’m about to punch her ass in the stomach (ha ha)
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| I understand big girl wants to nut (yeah)
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| All she had to do was ask, I would have fucked (ha)
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| Discrimination ain’t in Lil' Chris (Lil' Chris!)
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| Everyboby know mad bagging they don’t want it
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| (Chorus: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz)
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| (Outro: Ludacris)
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| Ludacris, Daddy T, Backdoor Joey, Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz, DJ Smurf
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| Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stop Trippin' , by - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz. Song from the album Crunkest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп