Print

[Lil' Jon] Come on, yeah OK Motherfucker, y'all know who it is Lil' Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side Boyz 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 want to 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 Letras de cancionesNigga what [Chorus] 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 want to go nigga Let's go ho You want to go nigga Let's go ho You want to go nigga Let's go ho You want to go nigga Let's go ho What, what, what, what, what [Lil' Jon]We lettin' it go niggaLet's go hoWe lettin' it go niggaLet's go hoWe lettin' it go niggaLet's go hoWhat, what, what, what, whatPussy, niggas, lay it, downMe and my, niggas, fixin', clownPussy, niggas, lay it, downMe and my, niggas, fixin', clownWe throw our, fuckin', click upWe give a fuck if you don't, like usWe throw our, fuckin', click upWe give a fuck if you don't, like usDon't, like, them, niggasCan't, stand..that, bitchDon't, like, them, niggasCan't, stand..that, bitchWe'll, shut the, club downIf y'all, niggas, wanna clownWe'll, shut the, club downBitch, say, something now[Chorus][Lil' Jon]What, whatY'all know when the beat breakdown and shitWhat's up, what's upIt's time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in this biiiitchNow this what I want y'all niggas to do, what's upAll the real niggas and ladies out there, OKY'all need to repeat after me, right nowI ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitchI ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' clickI ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitchI ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' clickMan fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit manMan fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit manMan fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit manMan fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit[Chorus][Lil' Jon]Yeah, BME ho, we up out this bitchRuff Ryders ho, what's upBut before we leaveI gotta let my nigga tell you his name[Styles]I'm Holiday Styles, where the fuck you thuggin' atI knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger batP'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a niggaMy gun is armed and my bullets like a finger niggaCall up Lil' Jon and them East Side BoyzAll I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toysYou can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouthSittin' on the roof with the fuckin' 30-30's outI told you I'm a menace y'allI got enough guns to fill up the Lennox MallIn the front parking lot, coke still movin' goodGuns still sparke a lotHustlin' with family, partyin' with murderersD-Block and everything, shit you probably heard of usYeah I'm a Ryder nigga, you ain't got a gunOr a motherfuckin' knife, you ain't even gon' try usI'll leave you with a hole daddyAnd for the fact that I'm in the Dirty SouthI'll be bouncin' in the old CaddyWhat, motherfucker From Letras Mania