Lyrics Bia' Bia' - Too $hort , Ludacris , Big Kap , Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
Aiyyo
check
this
out,
supreme
figga
nigga
Big
Kap
Rockin
with
Lil'
Jon,
Eastside
Boyz,
Chyna
Whyte
(Ludacris
nigga)
$hort
Dog
(Ay
tell
them
niggaz
what's
up
though)
If
you
scared,
get
the
fuck
out
the
club
nigga!
Bia
Bia
(Get
'em
up,
get
'em
up)
Why
you
actin'
like
a
- like
a
(Push
'em
off,
push
'em
off)
Bia
Bia
(Get
'em
up,
get
'em
up)
Why
you
fussin'
like
a
- like
a
(Push
'em
off,
push
'em
off)
Bia
Bia
(Get
'em
up,
get
'em
up)
Why
you
lookin'
like
a
- like
a
(Push
'em
off,
push
'em
off)
Bia
Bia
(Get
'me
up,
get
'em
up)
Why
you
frontin'
like
a
- like
a
(Push
'em
off,
push
'em
off)
Well
get
'em
up
(Get
'em
up)
Put
'em
up
(Put
'em
up)
Stop
actin'
like
a
bitch
and
get
yo
hands
up
Well
get
'em
up
(Get
'em
up)
Put
'em
up
(Put
'em
up)
Stop
actin'
like
a
bitch
and
get
yo
hands
up
Well
where
you
from
nigga
(Where
you
from)
Where
you
from
nigga
(Where
you
from)
God
dammit
motherfucker
where
you
from
(Where
you
from)
Well
where
you
from
nigga
(Where
you
from)
Where
you
from
nigga
(Where
you
from)
God
dammit
motherfucker
where
you
from
(Where
you
from)
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)
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-Doz
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
Bennigan'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
to
die
Who
on
this
track
fuckin
with
me,
y'all
is
willin'
to
try
Chyna
Whyte
the
thug
bitch
with
no
feelings
inside,
motherfucker
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
shocked
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
mop
the
flo'
I
+Mop
& Glo'+;
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
raaaassspy
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
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'!"
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