Lyrics Uhh Ohh - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz

Chorus: Bo Hagon X2
Get crunk in this motherf**ker
Drunk in this motherf**ker
Nigga step up and get stomped in this motherf**ker
Dumped in this motherf**ker
Stuck in this motherf**ker
Pussy act up and get f**ked in this motherf**ker
Verse 1 Lil Jon
Eastside, nigga (westside, bitch)
Northside, nigga (southside, bitch)
Eastside, nigga (westside bitch)
Northside, nigga (southside bitch)
If your click in this bitch and they talkin' much shit
Say f**k that shit, say f**k that shit
All the girls in the club that don't really give a f**k
Say f**k that shit, say f**k that shit
Now get crunk (get crunk) get buck (get buck)
Throw your motherf**king middle finger up (throw it up)
Now get crunk (get crunk) get buck (get buck)
Throw your motherf**king middle finger up
Now push that hoe-ass nigga out your motherf**king way
Now push that hoe-ass nigga out your motherf**king way
Now push that hoe-ass nigga out your motherf**king way
What, what, what, what, what
Verse 2 Khujo
Split with the craziest
Keep talkin get yo wig split
Ain't no diss
Keep pushin me unless unless you wanna get hit
Uh uh you too drunk
Got? with lock two fist ready to pump
Khujo in this motherf**ker ready to stomp
Play these hoes like drugs
Get one pass one
Disrespect poke these niggaz in the eye
Wit a blunt big boy we got them D- drugs
Ain't nobody gonna smell ya
Standing on top take these niggaz lunch for free
Class of nine images? khujo capital G
Double o d ie mob
Wit my nigga LJ (Lil Jon) and ESB (eastside boyz)
My nigga
My nigga
My nigga Bo Hizzee
Chorus x2
Verse 3 Bo hagon
I raised wit killers
I ran wit dealers
Smoke a blunt a day for my locked away niggaz
My bread is stacked up
The club is packed up
My gage is racked up so don't you even act up
I've been dead wrong
So that shit won't be new to me
Aside from killing me
There ain't shit you can do to me
It's real for you to see
Peep out of whats not
Dippin through the projects to find a small spot
Yeah he from the backwudz
Bo hagon is his nizzame
I spit 5 shit for GA and that done cizzame
The done came to cizzame
To crank up this bitch (Bia Bia)
And get this motherf**ker drop and boppin this shit
See we so high the time'll go by
Rather fast put that grass in the sky
But a hustlers a hustler
And a jacker is a jacker
Southside, southside let me know where you at my nigga
Chorus x2
Verse 4 Lil Jon
Lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown
Lay it down lay it down
4 finga clown
We spit rounds, spit rounds
F**k nigga we spit rounds
We spit rounds, spit rounds
F**k nigga we spit rounds
'Cause security ain't shit
Why you on that shit
We gives a damn about that nigga
We gives a damn about that bitch
'Cause security ain't shit
Why you on that shit
We gives a damn about that nigga
We gives a damn about that bitch
So nigga step up you get f**ked up
I just broke a bottle so you know you get cut up
So nigga step up you get f**ked up
I just broke a bottle so you know you get cut up
What-what you gone do nigga
What-what you gone do nigga
What-what you gone do nigga
What, what, what, what
Chorus x2