Lil Jon Album

(Lil' Jon)
BME CLICK!!
Yeeeeeaaah!

(Big Sam)
It's goin' down!

(Lil' Jon)
It's the motherfuckin' Kings of Crunk motherfucker!
Get back niggas!
You tuned in to yo boy Lil' Jon!

(Big Sam)
And them East Side Boyz!
Yo boy Big Sam!

(Lil' Bo)
Yo boy Lil' Bo!

(Lil' Jon)
We representin'the ATL ho!
In case ya'll niggas didn't motherfuckin' know! (oh! oh!)
This album what number 4 ‘n' shit?

(Lil' Bo)
Number 4 boy!

(Lil' Jon)
Now, this goin' to be some unexpected shit for a lot of ya'll fucked niggas.
But this is, some hot shit about to go down on this motherfucker you understand
me?
So ya'll niggas strap up yo seatbelts
Goddamn get yo asses drove some control
And get ready to burn to this shit a'ight?! (yeah!)
Let's do it! (Let's do it!)
Let's do it! (Let's do it!)
Let's do it! (Let's do it!)

(featuring Pastor Troy)

[Chorus]
[4x]Throw it up Mother fucker throw it up
[4x] If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club

[Lil Jon (Eastside Boyz)]
[2x] Back up bitch get the fuck out my way
(Aye move the fuck back bitch, Move the fuck back)

[2x] What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga
(Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga)

[2x] We to deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch
(Its more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch)

Yall niggas over there (yall niggas aint shit)
Yall hoes over there (yall hoes aint shit)

[4x] We run this (what)

[Chorus]

[Pastor Troy]
The last nigga is the pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know: I don't play no mother fucking games
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hangin out the winda
Ready to bust the head :.of a fucking pretender
Nigga as soon as I enter
You know im making noise
Pastor Troy and the Eastside Boyz
AK bustin I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
Fuck him, Fuck her
Im representing
Put some more Yak in my mug
So I can throw it up

[Chrorus]

[Lil Jon talking]
Ok ok hold the fuck up hold the fuck up
I'm looking round this bitch
I see a lot of niggas aint throwin up shit (What)
Ya'll niggas must be scared to represent yo shit (You scared)
You must be scared nigga (Scared)
Fuck that shit
All my real niggas that proud of they hood
All my real ladies that's proud of they hood
And they aint never been scared
Say this shit

[4X]
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
Bitch I aint scared
I aint scared mother fucker

[Pastor Troy]
Im gon represent where Im from
In the back of the club my tommy gun
Though when I chill
Fuckin burn one
Leave up out the club it's me little Jon
Ballin in the Benzes
Switchin up lanes
Talkin much shit cause we deep in the game cocaine
All white fuckin S fucking six
Young ass niggas I guess we filthy rich
My whole click ready to bust some heads
Imma throw it up bitch and I aint scared
Pastor Troy mother fucker
You know the routine
Represent for the home team
Throw it up

(featuring Jadakiss & Styles)

[Lil' Jon]
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

[Jadakiss]
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

[Hook]
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

[Lil' Jon]
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

[Hook]

[Lil' Jon]
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

[Hook]

[Lil' Jon]
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

[Styles]
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

[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any bitch that act like a muthafuckin (bitch)
Any pussy nigga that's a muthafuckin (bitch)
I send this shit out to all y'all man
Fuck y'all pussy-ass niggaz
Playin there for the mothafuckin
Okay, this how we put this shit down for y'all

[CHORUS]
We run this [x4]
You ain't fuckin wit me [x4]
Start a riot in this [x7]
Aw get the fuck out this

[Lil Jon]
You be actin like a bitch
So we treat you like a bitch
You be actin like a bitch
So we treat you like a bitch
We beat you like a bitch
Kick your ass like a bitch
We take your fuckin shit
And leave you stuck like a bitch
You wearin panties like a bitch
Yo pussy like a bitch
You sound like a bitch
You talkin like a bitch
You cryin like a bitch
You whinin like a bitch
I hate you fuckin bitch
We'll kill you bitch

[Too $hort]
So back up on me in this bitch
Or get fucked up in this bitch
My niggaz real in this bitch
Sit your wig in this bitch
Crack your head in this bitch
Beat your ass is this bitch
So keep poppin let your mouth
And get fucked up like a bitch
Smack you up like a bitch
Stomp you out like a bitch
Slap your head like
Beat you down like a bitch
Take your money like a bitch
On your knees like a bitch
We don't like you fuckin bitch
We'll kill you like a bitch

[CHORUS]

[Chyna White]
Ain't no hoes fuckin with this bitch
I put years in this shit
Shed tears for shit
Bitch I'm real with this shit (don't push me)
Cuz ain't no fuckin thang bout me pussy
Except this rare shit that drip from me
I get money in my hood bitch ain't nuttin funny (not funny)
But a faggot nigga in nut huggers and big hoots
We toss over who got juice
Who livin a lie (lie)
Who speakin a true, who get that loot
You get on that mic with that bullshit bitch (boitch)
Then it's all on you
Hangin rap label (rap label)
I ain't dealin with favorites
Homie fucks with niggaz that do business up under the table
That mad shout
You hoes can't make it in the game
Unless your titties and your ass out
Now fuck wit me
So I can show you who already ballin in this bitch
Turnin from sweet to sour in this bitch
Like zero to 60 m.p.h.
It's a thin line between love and hate
And fuck the world
Cuz I ain't here to stay (bitch)

[CHORUS]

[Lil Jon]
Hey check this out right (wazzup)
All y'all club managers (uh huh) and club owners (yeah)
It's bout to get real ugly in your mothafuckin club right now (fucked up in that
bitch)
I'm gonna tell ya like this (what's up)
Get your mothafuckin security ready (fuck em)
Yo I think some shit bout to go down nigga (what goin down nigga)
It's about Lil Jon (uh huh), Eastside Boyz
Yo check this shit out

Lemme see you get crunk
Lemme see you get bunk
Lemme see you tear that mothafuckin club on up
Lemme see you get crunk
Lemme see you get bunk
Lemme see you tear that mothafuckin club on up
Man fuck them motherfuckin pussy-ass niggaz
Man fuck them motherfuckin pussy-ass niggaz
Man fuck them motherfuckin pussy-ass niggaz
Man fuck them motherfuckin pussy-ass niggaz

[CHORUS]

[Too $hort]
Told ya once lil bitch
Said it twice lil bitch
Hang around us niggaz all night
And you'll get your lil ass whooped bitch
For actin like a bitch
Backslap ya like a bitch
While ya snappin a flick (biotch)
It's $hort dog
I ain't wit nowhere
Still spittin real game for all the pimps and the playaz
And you bitches
Don't try to front foo'
If you don't leave soon them niggaz bout to jump you

(featuring Krayzie Bone & Mystikal)

[Lil' Jon] okay....okay....okay....okay....okay....okay.....WHAAA!! OKAY!!

[Chorus (Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys)]
You ride up to the club nigga, I don't give a fuck!
Sit yo' ass in the club bitch, I don't give a fuck!
Drinkin' Cris in the V.I., I don't give a fuck!
Talkin' shit 'bout me bitch I don't give a fuck!
You gotta pocket fulla money nigga, I don't give a fuck!
You drinkin' off with them ho's bitch I don't give a fuck!
In the club wit yo' pussy click, I don't give a fuck!
Security on my dick bitch, I don't give a fuck!

[Verse 1 - Lil' Jon]
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas,
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas,
I got that Eastside wit me, I don't give a fuck!
Got that Westside wit me, I don't give a fuck!
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas,
Drop dem bow's on dem muthafuckin' pussy ass niggas,
I got that Northside wit me, I don't give a fuck!
I got that Southside wit me, I don't give a fuck!
We rollin' deep in this bitch so fuck y'all niggas,
We rollin' deep in this bitch so fuck y'all niggas,
I got that dirty south wit me, I don't give a fuck!
I got that midwest wit me, I don't give a fuck!
If security step up we'll crush dem niggas,
If security step up we'll crush dem niggas,
I got that east coast wit me, I don't give a fuck!
I got that west coast with me, I don't give a fuck!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Mystikal]
Man (Man) I do this in spite, my mom ain't married, bitch I'm a bastard!
Nigga I fuck over me, you know what I do to these rappers?
They come in here huffin' and puffin' and screamin' and cussin' and bustin' me
first
Nigga you betta calm yo' ass down unless you excited to see me in person,
I'm rollin' with thugs and felons ughhh, that's cuz it's on killaz,
We gon' teach you ol' punk ass niggas to respect us authority figures
Throw one of a kind boy when we be pourin' up in the club,
You're going down boy too bad fuck, we're sorry for ya,
Listen let's not to get shook,
But I ain't the one to come lookin',
Cuz all I can tell the police is, I am not a crook,
I fuck big fine bitches, my dick get hard, watch it grow,
Then gimme fine head, blow my shotgun, tastes good don't it,
Now tell me that ain't the life,
Tellin' me my niggas ain't for life,
Now tell me that shit ain't tight,
Tell me that y'all wanna be just like me,
I beat these bitches down, I watch these powers up,
Nigga you talkin' shit (huh?!) Ho you better POWER UP!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone]
Y'all niggas ain't ready for this,
Muthafuckas ain't steady for this,
Cuz y'all still ain't learn,
Nigga got a 4-4 cocked, In a flick so hot make a muthafucka feel that burn,
Niggas ain't workin' wit an earn,
You stay up off my dick don't back talk my nigga finna' get up in 'em,
Back up off of this nigga, the one nigga that fucked up they set up the talkin',
Barkin' betta block 'em off the nigga talkin, sparkin',
Betta watch and dodge and nevermind me call it,
Where da thugs at up in this bitch,
Fuck a nigga up y'all represent,
Gimme some gin, gimme some hen,
Naw just gimme both and I'll mix it all in,
Who wanna take a lil' sip of this in,
Let me get ya twisted man,
We's on fire,
Don't stop droppin' dem that's a lie,
We just won't die,
We come back fightin' and never hide it or ever this time,
With venomous rhyme
So any nigga wanna get involved, what you think you can fuck wit my dogs?,
Nigga you thinkin' you rubbin' us while we're thuggin this,
Did you think you can fuck wit us, BONE, BONE-BONE-BONE-BONE,
You ready to do this the hell with the song,
We ain't gotta tell you it's on,
You know it's poppin' the glock to put a stop to the ho shit,
Y'all still can't fuck wit us and never will because,
We too fuckin' cold, too fuckin bold,
There's too many soldiers ready to roll with them god damn bones

(featuring Bun B, E-40, Eightball & Petey Pablo)

[Hook: Lil' Jon + (Petey Pablo) - 2X]
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Fuck that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)

[Hook 2: Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys]
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!

[Lil' Jon - 2X]
Cut loose motherfucker, go bad go hard!
In the club motherfucker, go bad go hard!
In the truck motherfucker, go bad go hard!
Throw it up motherfucker, go bad go hard!

[E-40]
We 30 deep (30 deep) we bleed the block (bleed the block)
We milk the Ave. for damn near e'rythang the Ave. got (Ave. got)
We do the fools (do the fools) we act a nut (act a nut)
We set it off up in this bitch and tear the club up
What it do? What it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the cups in the trunk
For the thugs and the broads with the G-string drawers
up in here straight break it all off (break it all off)
Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim?
Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne
Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain
outta control, we so cold (so cold)
I'm on another level (another level)
Went head up with the devil (with the devil)
I never been a sucka (been a sucka)
I always been a rebel (been a rebel)
What's your stompin ground? (stompin ground)
What turf you from? (turf you from)
What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1
Vallejo! That's all I yell (that's all I yell)
Speakin of yea' I hope I never have to go back to slangin llello (slangin llello)
We fuckin around (fuckin around) like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff D-Town
Puttin it down from my house all the way to yo' house
back to the fuckin south!

[Hook: 2X + Hook 2]

[Petey Pablo]
Could it be the way that I be reppin (WHYYY!) for my niggaz?
Could it be the way that Petey Petey (RIIDE!) for my niggaz?
Showin niggaz love (love) raise up motherfucker!
You need to be reachin down pullin yo God-damn shirt up, that's love!
Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home
Wherever you lay yo' God-damn Kangol down motherfucker!
Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter
Wherever yo' ass got lots of fat for all that God-damn trunk
Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin
I took a unknown piece land (and planted) a God-damn flag!
Say I didn't (DID!) motherfucker I'd die for this
I done my God-damn thang, I brought my folks in this somma bitch
Hot Atlanta! The Bay Area!
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise (noise!) with Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys
(Boys!) Y'all niggaz don't want no shit (shit) with E-40 & The Click
(The Click) And you can say whatchu want homeboy
(homeboy) I'll always be the one that ill!

[Hook: 2X + Hook 2]

[Bun B]
From the land of the trill, where the vanity's real
And yo man'll be peeled or at least branded, God-damnit we ill
More horror than "Amityville", no sorrow; hand me the steel
Your tomorrow I can't even feel - oughta be plannin ya will
UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin ya smile
Keepin boppers in file, standin on top of the pile
And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't bout shoppin and style
This bout syrup and candy paint, you see us choppin for miles
Out the black and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if they take yo' flax
You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks and you'll crack-back yo' back
Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphenalia
Gun that'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya

[Eightball]
Memph', Tenn representer (uhh) Orange Mile nigga (yeah)
Symbol of the south, legendary rhyme spitter (uh-huh)
From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods (uhh)
From A-T-L to M-I-A, deep off in the hood (yeah)
Twankies on coupes (yeah) money-makin sluts (what)
You trippin if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks
Dogs in the yard (yeah) pistol on the seat (uhh)
Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks
My nigga Earl hollered (whassup) big Ball got it poppin (that's right)
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk
Represent yo' city, let 'em know where you from

[Lil' Jon]

Yeah! BME hoe!
Yeah! a' Lil' Jon hoe!
Yeah! Big Sam hoe!
Yeah a' Lil Bo' hoe!

Check dis out right...
I think alot of ya'll muthafucka's don' forgot who we is (yeah!)
So right about now we gon' let you know who the fuck we are (okaaaayyy!!!!)

KINGS OF CRUNK MUTHAFUCKAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Ay, ay

[(Hook) 2x]
Push that nigga!, Push that hoe! [2x]
Get crunk! [9x]
Ay! [8x in background]

[Lil' Jon and The Eastside Boyz]
MEAN-mug a nigga, MEAN-mug a nigga whuut!!!! [2x]
What'cha gon' do nigga?, What'cha won' do nigga? [2x]
Ay MEAN-mug a nigga, MEAN-mug a nigga whuut!!!! [2x]
What'cha gon' do nigga?, What'cha won' do nigga? [2x]
Try again nigga (Biyaaa!!!) [2x]
We still deeper than yo' muthafuckin' click nigga (Biyaaa!!!)
Try again nigga ( Whut, whut) [2x]
We still deeper than yo' muthafuckin' click nigga
We shut da club down (Biyaaa!!!) and start a fight up in dis bitch [2x]
Just keep talkin' shit (BITCH!) [2x]
If a nigga talkin' shit we start a fight up in dis' bitch!

[Hook]

[Lil' Jon and The Eastside Boyz]
It's goin' down in dis bitch, so nigga guard'ja grill [2x]
YOU ain't crunk nigga!! [4x]
It's goin' down in dis bitch, so nigga guard'ja grill [2x]
YOU ain't buck nigga!! [4x]
Eastside in dis bitch, and you know we for real
Westside in dis bitch, and you know we for real
YOU ain't crunk nigga!! [4x]
Northside in dis bitch, and you know we for real
Southside in dis bitch, and you know we for real
YOU ain't crunk nigga!! [3x]
YOU ain't crunk niggaaaaaaaahh!

[Hook]

[Lil' Jon and The Eastside Boyz]
[2x]
LAME ASS NIGGAS GET-DA-FUCK OUT DA CLUB!
PUSSY ASS NIGGAS GET-DA-FUCK OUT DA CLUB!
HOE ASS NIGGAS GET-DA-FUCK OUT DA CLUB!
ALL YOU FUCK NIGGAS GET DA FUCK OUT DA CLUB!
YA'LL ain't NUTTIN' but some HOES! [4x]

(featuring Big Gipp)

[Big Gipp talking]
Hello what's happening world?
Yo this Big Gipp I've been called down
By Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz
To tell you what's really happening
On these streets in the A-town man
Cause you know a lot of shit going on
A lot of flaw, a lot of people moving up
A lot of people moving down
You know what I mean, but after this
I'm a tell you the truth now

Now after these 12 bars the world is gonna know a few facts
And after these 12 bars you might get your shoulders in your laps
See the neighborhood boys and the economy getting worse
The candy lady jumping fifties outta Easter purse
Bill Kammer gone, Shirley Franklin in
The GC closed down, Mike Chiles got ten
The feds locked the pimps up for pimpin in the south
You may control her mind, but you can't control her mouth
And these R&B stars having sex with the kids
Need to be chopped up and castrated and served to the pigs
Oh yeah homeboy, you big time in yo state
But around here sucker, you get squeezed like grapes
This a word to the wise, the gravy get chunky
Somebody will pull that steel, throw it up an get funky
I got that Wayne rims, Winnie the Pooh and Mr. Miyagi
And horse tranquilizers that will fuck up your body
The wolves out hunting they looking for new meat
Better gather up your guns and keep yo chillin out the street
I said the mutant's out hunting, he looking for fresh meat
Better gather up your guns and keep yo chillin out the street, nigga

(featuring Bun G & MJG)

[Chorus]
Diamonds in my peace of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamonds diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of chain

[Lil Jon Talking]
Yea
This shit right here (whats up)
For all my niggas in the south (ok)
Makin big dough (know what I'm talking bout)
Makin big long dollars
All my niggas in H-Town
New Orleans, Dallas Texas
Mississippi All over the south
Shit of course the ATL (All over the south)
All my niggas rockin those diamonds and pieces in there chains

[MJG]
Now we done talked about the pinky ring
And talked about the gold grill
So tell me
What's left to give really yo spine a cold chill
We call some call em diamonds
We call em ice
It varies in the sizes the shape
The color and the price
From canary yellow, ruby red to baby blue
One stone or maybe two
Fuck it cause we all cant be babies fool
Some of its jazzy
Some of it cant be real
Nigga say its sittin platinum
Knowin its stainless steel shit
I seen all kinds of medallions
On the necks of rappers
Drug dealers, Marks, ball players and stallions
?? shit they buy them hoes by the dozen
O.G. nigga get a new piece
Pass the old down to his cousin
Spell out your name, your corner, your clique
I know a pimp that got a piece with a bitch sucking his dick
So what you waiting for you shy men?
Come join the fly men
That'll push like hymens for (diamonds)
With perfect timing

[Chorus (2x)]

[Bun B.]
Some folks'll kill to have a real diamond
You get some grade A rocks and in 20years they still shining
No need to worry, women will find em
But if they gaze at yo karrots for to long it will blind em
Cubic Zirconia helped the whole hood fine
Now that everybody can bling we having good times
I'm writing clever rhymes feeling like forever grindin
A diamond in the rough
Buff me up and hear me shine
I used to hit these streets and slang
Hussling in these peoples game
Now its just for piece n' thang
I aint tryin' to preach you man
I aint tryin' to heat your flame
I just wanna teach your brain
I'm so full of flavor I'm give some to the weak and blang
M-J- fucking G
Touch me I'm in reaching range
Lets hit the beach and hang
For pimpin ill be the blame
A ?? droppin this knowledge will help me explain
About my Diamonds, my pimpin and my piece of chain

[Chorus (2xs)]

[Lil Jon]
Yea Yea
Yeeeaah
Bitch I'm coming down
Coming down tough
Bitch I'm coming down with them diamonds I'm my cup
Im shining so hard
My pinky ring done
Ruby in the middle
Got yo baby mama frozen
25 karrots in the BME piece
To many karrots in my mother fucking teeth
In my chain
Them thangs
Big like boulders
My rocks cutting up like Taliban soldier

[Big Sam]
Cause down in the dirty it aint no drama or no beef
Its all about them diamonds in yo piece I guarantee
Man I know a nigga wit a mouth full of gold
On the top he had the SOUTH
And on the bottom LIKE WHOA
Big Sam with 36 off in my chain
4? off in my wood a woodgrain
And my piece I'm bout to precious cut them thangs
With 200 thousand to make that hoe blang blang

Meanwhile, at another part of the studio...

(Man): Feel like who been in dis muthafucka fo' a week.
Got damn! I gotta shit! We ain't got no mo' weed,
got 1 blunt left... Ay, Jon?!

lil' Jon: Yo!

(Man): Man, i gotta shit! You need ta call da Weedman an'
tell him ta bring some weed an' some inscents!

[Verse 1]
We smoke everyday
On an average 9,10,11,12 even 13 blunts
But when we on our last
And we aint got no mo grass
Its time to re up
Got to hurry up
Go and re up

[Chorus 1 (2x)]
So we just looking for the weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we just wanna smoke (smoke)
We just wanna smoke (smoke)
We just wanna smoke (smoke)

[Verse 2]
Hey I'm getting closer
To the weedman
I think he's somewhere close
Smell it on his clothes
Look! There he goes
Now you don't got to smoke with me (with me)
But if you wanna smoke my tree (my tree)
Just reach into that right (right)
Pocket on yo thigh (thigh)
And show a nigga five

[Chorus 2 (2x)]
We don found the fucking weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)

Yea this yo boy Lil Jon
With them Eastside Boyz
This yo boy Big Sam and man I'm High
Aye man hold on this yo boy Lil Bo man (smoker)
And I hear music man
Aye we gon take dis shit to 12 play
For the blunt
Only for the real smokers
Aye got damn fire some shit up to this
Lets go

One come on nigga pass me the blunt
Two I got to cop a sack or two
Three I got a fluffy bag of this weed
Four just watch me as I open it and pour
Five im about to role up the nine
Six we smoking on some real good shit
Seven watch me as I get high as the heavens
Eight all my niggas smoking real great
Nine getting kinda jiggy in my eyes yea
Ten I think I wanna smoke some again
Eleven Im trying to get back to the heavens

(featuring Bo Hagon, Chyna White & Oobie)

[Oobie Sings]
As the night aproaches I, decide that I'ma call my favorite guy
Cause I don't wanna be at home alone, I wish that you would hurry home
So baby trust me It's going on , better hurry home to me
Gotta surprise for you... theres nuthin that I won't do... for you so

[Chorus: Oobie 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
With nothing on

[Rap by Chyna Whyte]
I'm hittin you on the two-way, shit, cause I want it bad
And I ain't thinkin bout nothing but
You and me blowing hash in the midnight hour
I know you thugging in the streets bout your money
But best respect this pussy got the power
You cant deny the way I twurk this here
I'm talkin' freaky on your cell, come one and work this here
And bust it open like I'm bout to give birth in here
I do my dirt in here, you know what im workin with
These titties perky, I ain't a virgin you ain't gotta worry bout a thing
Just lay back cause I'm on a mission to please
And I got plenty doe whodie so I ain't lookin for cheese
Not tonight I got a quarter pound of that weed
And we can go to the verge, come one put it all in me
I like it real deep, wit no rubber so that you can feel me, you feel me?
I got your bitch wantin to kill me behind the snapper
Cause I fucks like a master, and suck like I'm dracula
And I ain't caught up in the rapture

[Chorus: Oobie 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
With nothing on

[Rap]
(SHAWTY!!!)My baby momma sleeping (yea)so tonight I'm creeping (uh huh)
20 west, to where you rest, your heads the best (that's rite)
I bust on your chin (skeet skeet motherfucker) you rub it in (hah)
You make a preacher man sin
Now we butt naked fucking all on the floor (uh huh)
I got you screaming louder than a 2 doller hoe (uh huh)
I'm beating that pussy up like a heavy weight fight (uh huh)
Ya came 3 times, how that dick girl (oobie whispers: TITE)

[Rap]
Girl I hit the door with nothing in my mind
So when you feeling freaky baby call me anytime
You say tonight, no small talk or foreplay
On that purple 'dro, allassy, and hennessy
All the freaky things you do got me going crazy
Got me thinking to myself can you be my lady
But hell naw, cause I can't fall in love wit the cut
Just stop by to hit it quick and get enough, a-get enough

[Chorus: Oobie 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
With nothing on

[(Oobie sings) 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with no clothes on
So make sure you hurry home
I'm waiting aa-all alone
Don't make me, wait too long

[Rap by Bo Hagon]
I'll beat the pussy up and leave you in bed legs shaken
Wake up alone by 2 in the morn' like damn, Hagon
Careful what you ask for cause you just might get it
And once I came would you swallow or spit it
I kno you freaky you dont have to admit it
I take 'em petite , or thick in the thighs
I like to fuck 'em while I look in they eyes
So go on, cut up , girl toot your butt up and do your thang
Sad but I knew your pussy before I knew your name

[Chorus: Oobie 2x]
Tonite I'll sleep with nothing on
So make sure that you hurry home
Cause I'll be waiting for you, waiting for you, waiting for you
with nothing on

[(Oobie) 2x]
Ooo nana nana, ooo nana nana

Yo this yo boy uncle luke yo check this out here I got some things I gots ta
say in this joint this shit will put you right where you need to be put at ya

know and yall bitches I know yall got some niggas who don't know how to fuck
you right here what you need to do you need to turn this muthafucka on real
loud aight I know you niggas ridin roun in yo cars yall fitna go to the motel

(featuring Devin The Dude & Oobie)

[Intro/Chorus: Oobie]
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa; I'm so horny and I want you to fuck me
I'm tired of masturbating got my body shaking no orgasm faking with me
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa; I'm so horny and I want you to fuck me
I hope you're ready for love, cause I got more than enough
Come bust a beautiful nut up on me
Now I'm just sitting in my lingerie, sipping on some Alize
Trying to formulate all the ways I can make you say
Ooh Baby, right there, don't stop
Put it in you're mouth, twirl it round til' you make it pop
Now I'm gonna make you sweat, when you go down in between my legs
You gon be fantasizing bout these lovely thighs
It's gon' be hypnotizing won't you come on and see

[repeat Chorus]

[Devin the Dude]
I see your pussy lips smiling
Been grinning like they want something up in 'em
I been wanting to ask you for some but didn't want to offend you
But now I see you bout as freaky as me
I busted two nuts already now you waiting for number three
You ask me what will it take to get me hard again
I say saliva but see you ain't down for swallowing
You'd rather have it on your skin you wanna rub it in
Move your tongue like that once more girl I'm bout to nut again
Fuck your friends in your business ask me why I call everyday
And why your face is so clean just tell 'em oil of olay
I thought i could run a good race but girl you can do mile
Lay on your side raise up ur legs let me see that beautiful smile
Awww yeah, I'mma put it all in there
And you relax but then you ask me to pull ur hair
And I'll do it you'll scream but the nut won't last
Cause right before you know it Splash!!

[Chorus - 2x]

[Lil Jon]
Dick suck my dick suck
Shawty want you to put it on me
Rough sex, fuck fest
Let me put ya to test
Up & down in and out
Put that dick back in yo mouth
You take the cream I'mma make you cream
You dick fiend I'mma pussy fiend
Role play, fantasy, Hennessy, ecstacy
Hard fast not slow after this they ain't gon want no mo'
Lay you down, pick you up, speed it up you wit me boy
Doggy style buck wild I'll leave yo ass screaming aahh!
Goddamn don't stop cum rising to the top
Girl you suck dick so good make me wanna call the cops
And it don't make no sense the way you suck the dick
The way you lick from the shaft to the dome of the dick
Goddamn can't lie girl I love the shit
Strap up, get head, fuck the shit out a bitch
Cause I'm big Sam baby, I'll rock yo world baby
I lay the kinda pip that make your toes curl baby

[Outro]
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
I'm so horny
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
So touch me baby
Na Na Naa Naa
I know that you want me
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
So come on bust one for me
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
I'm so horny
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
And I want you baby
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
I see it's nice and hard for me
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa

(feat. Oobie)

[Oobie]
There's something, I want to tell ya'
'Cause I know, that a brother got needs tonight
I ain't trippin' on ya' pimpin' just that shit's tight
'Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight

[Chorus]
I know you wanna get laid tonight
But I'm trying to get paid tonight
We ain't even gotta fuss and fight
Just hit me right, it's on all night
I know you wanna get in bed wit' me
But you gotta come correctly
Nothin' in life is free, expecially not me

[Oobie]
I hope you...can feel me
When I say, pay before you play wit' me
Wanna taste this....but it's priceless
It might be something you aint never done before, I'm not ya ordinary hoe

[Chorus]

[Lil' Jon]
I fell off in the club (shawty)
Not lookin' for love (shawty)
But I'm lookin' for a gul (shawty)
For I could cut (shawty)
Like lil mama in the blue (shawty)
She so got damn cute (shawty)
But she say she need cheese (shawty)
Before she dip wit' me (shawty)
Well let me see (shawty)
What it might be (shawty)
And what's ya' fee (shawty)
For my fantasy (shawty)
Now I ain't rich (shawty)
But I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)

[Chorus]

[Oobie]
There's something, that I gotta tell ya'
Before you lay with me tonight
I ain't got no problem with fly by nights
Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight

[Lil' Jon]
What chu' talkin' 'bout? (shawty)
That didn't come out your mouth (shawty)
Say you want some cash (shawty)
Before I hit that ass (shawty)
I'm not yo' boy (shawty)
I ain't no toy (shawty)
Don't play no games (shawty)
'Cause I ain't lame (shawty)
But foe' my gurl (shawty)
I'll give her the world (shawty)
Ain't no thang (shawty)
To give up that change (shawty)
I ain't rich (shawty)
I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)

[Chorus]

[Oobie]
Now I'll be there for you
If you want me to
I'll be by ya' side
If the price is right
Take care of me
And I'll take care of you
Nothin tonight is free

Ohhh, yeahhh
I gotta get paid, woo
Now if you want me
Come correctly
Might be something you never done before

(featuring Fat Joe & Trick Daddy)

[Chorus]
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
[Girl singing]
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
[Girl singing]

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
Ain't no tellin' what a bitch will do
For the doe, She'll probally get on four and fuck the crew
Down south, Up north be the same ass bitches
Man locked up but mama watchin' the children
Talkin' bout my neck my back
Bitch you better learn how to chop rocks if you wanna get with Crack
Ughh, I been in love once, at least I though that
'til I fucked around and hit a broad back
Got burnt, Now you figure the rest
Dick hurt like I'm pissin' baugettes, now I'm livin' depressed
Should have known better than to trust a hoe
Especially she wanna know how much doe you hold
Cause there ain't too many real bitches
If you got one hold on, don't wanna be nobody's meal ticket
And you know it don't mean shit to me
Cause you know, Bitches ain't shit to me
What

[Chorus]
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
[Girl singing]
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
[Girl singing]

[Verse 2: Trick Daddy]
You see the problem is them busta ass niggas you been fuckin' with
Always bought ya shit, But never taught ya shit
Did he ever tell you some things that a playa do
And made you aware that life is more than a hair dew
Boy I tell ya, Best to deal with them real niggas
And stay far away from fuck niggas
Don't be a sucka, Hell atleast not from nothin'
All this suckin' and fuckin' a bitch better have somethin'
I need something that is compatiable
Not nothin young and dumb and full of cum, But one thats edible
I bet a, Nigga like T Double
Get it wetter, Suck and fuck'em better than the average nigga
I need a girl thats into tryin' thangs
So I can put it in her mouth, Fa real ain't into mind games
I know shes a mama girl and I'm a street nigga
Once we get together, I'll bet you she'll sleep better

[Chorus]
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
[Girl singing]
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
[Girl singing]

[Verse 3: Lil Jon & Big Sam]
[Lil Jon]
A-T-L nigga, Shawty pimpin' how I put it down
Grindin' hard everyday, Chevy ride through ya town
23's on the truck, Ask me if I give a fuck
Rally's on that 75, Rollin' up 85
Lookin' for some cut like you
Tryin' to see what you gone do
Shawty I ain't playin no games
I ain't tryin' to be yo mayn
I just wanna cut you up, Slice you up like cold cuts
Lay you down and eat you up, Jonny slong up in them guts
[Big Sam]
See I'm something like a freak, Part time pimp
Big block Chevy rider all through Decatur
Wanna know my name, Well its Big Sam
And I play no games with these hoes cause the lame
Lemme break it down, Tell ya right now
If ya see me in ya town its goin' down
And all I want to do, Is cut you and ya crew
So let me know whats up with ya girl and you

[Chorus]
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah
[Girl singing]
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thang, Yeah

(featuring Pitbull)

Como?! Yeah! Yeah!
Lil Jon! Eastside Boyz! (Que Vuelta!)
That little cuban from Miami, Pitbull!
I appreciate y'all giving me the oppurtunity to spit on this shit
GO HEADDDDDDDDD!

When it comes to these hoes
y'all know we on some halloween shit
start trickin' n treatin'
But I'm on some halloween shit too
gettin' messed up for the radication BOOM!
From the palm trees to the red clay
we get down the same way
Lil Jon's from Scott but this little cuban's
from the county of Dade
Pitbull is here to voice his opinion
and y'all gone hear it
All up and down the eastside
Im'a show y'all how dirty we ride
From Dade to Decatur
only difference is y'all blow dro
and we blow crip
but reall there's is no differecne
cause they're both green and sticky
I don't mean to be picky
but Jon, tell your boys from the Eastside
to put me down with one of those
redbone who has a pretty face, n waist
and thick thighs
From the M-I-A to the A-T-L
we been connecting on work
but keep that on the DL

HAA! Asi mismo brode! Como?!
Yeah, Lil Jon, Eastside Boyz
P-I-T slash Q-B-O-N. Get it right baby
From the bottom, to the ATL
Haa! Decatur, Swat, College Park
Haa! Wynwood, Hialeah, Saweseraaa!
Liberty City, Carol City, Opa-Locka, this for y'all
Lil Haiti, Sao Pa Sai!
All my cubans, Que vola? Que vuelta? Que volon?

[Chorus]
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 6x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)

Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she fuck that
Question been harassing me in the mind this bitch is fine
I done came to the club about 50th 11 times now can I play with yo pantyline
club owner said I need to calm down security guard go to sweating
Me now nigga drunk then a motherfucker threaten me now

She getting crunk in the club I mine she work
Then I like to see the female twerking taking the clothes off BUCKEY naked
ATL. Hoe don’t disrespect it
Pa pop yo pussy like this cause yin yang twins in this bitch
Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities
Now bring yo ass over here hoe and let me see you get low if you want this Thug
Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act you can keep yo ass where you at

3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)

Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Now back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya

3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)

Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend
Stupid bitch standing there while I’m drinking my hen
Steady looking at me Still asking questions
Times up nigga pass me another contestant
Hoe move to the left if you ain’t bout 50th
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
looking at a nigga with yo palm all out bitch I ain’t even seen you dance
Twerk something baby work something baby
Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby
Slide down dat bitch
wit yo little bit then stop
Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop
Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands
I just wanna see yo ass drity dance yin yang we done again
And put it on the map like annnnn

3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)

Got dam (Got dam) ya ya’ll twreking alittle bit ladies
But ya got to twrek alittle bit harder then dat
now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite
(where my sexy ladies) we want ya’ll to do this shit like this
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)

3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)

Aye.. wass happnen mayn? Dis ya folk... T-I-P.
Da Bankhead Ambassodor. Dig dis hea mayn...
Me n my folk, Lil Jon, man ya no wat im sayin?
We been puttin it all da way down since da muthafuccin
Phillip's Arena wit da Obney. Ya no wat im sayin?
Bacc when niccaz wanted ya to cut skool and go kicc it
in da muthafuccin Goldmine, ya no wat im sayin? Kicc it
in front of da muthaufuccin Undaground. Ya no.. snatch chainz
when da sun go down, ya undastand dat?
So.. u aint fuccin wit no fake nicca.
Aye, im da muthafuccin Bankhead Amassodor. I rep da West side,
He rep da East side to da fullest. So we put it all da way down.
Da king of da South and da Kingz of Crunk. Nicca how it get betta den dat?

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