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[Hook x2]Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like aBia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like aBia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like aBia Bia, why ya frontin' like a - like a[Lil' Jon]Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands upStop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands upWell get cho' hands up, get cho' hands upStop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands upWell throw yo click up, throw yo click upStop actin like a bitch and throw yo click upThrow yo click up, throw yo click upStop actin like a bitch and throw yo click upWell what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at niggaWhat chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at niggaWhat chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at niggaWhat chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at niggaNow what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna doGot damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna doWhat chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you[Hook x2]Letras de canciones[Too $hort]Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bombIt's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punkI heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truthReal niggas, bring out the ho in youUs pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check herAll you do is play the role nigga, you just an actorWon't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your'sYou just a weak motherfucker, so insecureHow come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed outEvery time you get mad, you say get the fuck outBut I told her, I said it's cool, get at meCome by the house and get nastyI spit the real gameI rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my nameI told her call me daddyTrick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lieCause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-FlyYou just a...[Hook x2][Chyna Whyte]Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shotsDouble glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop popIt don't stop in that Dirty SouthBurn up this whole block, that's what this be aboutNiggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardestGonna see who's life is shortestRegaurdless this whole world to me is garbageTryin' to reap my harvestI'm starvin' livin a life of ballin'I'm still tryin' to find my callin'And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is painLook up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshineCall me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine bloodlinesWith P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrowMaintain my burrowI represent the slums, ate the crumbsNow I'm reachin' for a new heightNothin' but love and we glued tightPlayed and renew sightHustlin' for food typeWho the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte[Hook x2] From Letras Mania