paroles de chanson Bia' Bia' 2 - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz feat. Too $hort & Chyna Whyte

Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a
Well, getcho' hands up, getcho' hands up
Goddamn it motherfucker, getcho' hands up
Getcho' hands up, getcho' hands up
Goddamn it motherfucker, getcho' hands up
Well, throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Goddamn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
Throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Goddamn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
Well, whatchu' lookin' at nigga, whatchu' lookin' at nigga
Whatchu' lookin' at nigga, whatchu' lookin' at nigga
Whatchu' lookin' at nigga, whatchu' lookin' at nigga
Whatchu' lookin' at nigga, whatchu' lookin' at
Now whatchu' wanna do, whatchu' wanna do
Goddamn it, fuck nigga whatchu' wanna do
Whatchu' wanna do, whatchu' wanna do
Well, nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a
Pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman 'cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just a actor
Won't let a bitch breathe if she wanted with your's
She just a weak motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out
Every time you get mad, you tell her, "Get the fuck out"
But I told her, I said, "It's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get nasty"
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga, if you tell me you a playa, you's a lie
'Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-Fly
You just a
Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a
Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shots
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty South
Burn up the whole block, that's what this here we 'bout
Niggas livin' lawless, niggas labeled hardest
Gonna see who's life is shortest
Regardless this whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to reap my harvest, I'm starvin' less than a life of ballin'
Yet still tryin' to find my callin'
And make a change, look into my eyes, all you see is pain
Look up in the sky, all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine
Call me a monkey but look I got King Nine bloodlines
With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow
Name all my borrow
I represent the slums, ate the crumbs
Now I'm reachin' for a new height
Nothin' but love and we grew tight
Played and renew sight, hustlin' for food tight
Who the dopiest on the planet, bitch, Chyna Whyte
Bia' Bia', why ya actin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya fussin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya lookin' like a, like a
Bia' Bia', why ya frontin' like a, like a
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