paroles de chanson Knockin Heads Off - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
Yeah,
yeah
Ok
ok
Motherfucker,
y'all
know
who
it
is
Lil'
Jon,
the
motherfuckin'
East
Side
Boyz,
yeah
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
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
'Cause
it's
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
MAC
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
pine
Listen,
I'm
the
wrong
nigga
to
style
with
From
a
motherfuckin'
problem
to
reconcile
with
Nigga
what
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
What,
what,
what,
what,
what
Pussy,
niggas,
lay
it,
down
Me
and
my,
niggas,
finna,
clap
Pussy,
niggas,
lay
it,
down
Me
and
my,
niggas,
finna
clap
We
throw
our,
fuckin',
click
up
We
give
a
fuck
if
you
don't,
like
us
We
throw
our,
fuckin',
click
up
We
give
a
fuck
if
you
don't,
like
us
Don't,
like,
them,
niggas
Can't,
stand,
that,
bitch
Don't,
like,
them,
niggas
Can't,
stand,
that,
bitch
We'll,
shut
the,
club
down
If
y'all,
niggas,
wanna
clown
We'll,
shut
the,
club
down
Bitch,
say,
something
now
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
What,
what,
what,
what,
what
What,
what
Y'all
know
when
the
beat
breakdown
and
shit
What's
up,
what's
up
It's
time
to
get
motherfuckin'
buck
wild
in
this
bitch
Now
this
what
I
want
y'all
niggas
to
do,
what's
up
All
the
real
niggas
and
ladies
out
there,
ok
Y'all
need
to
repeat
after
me,
right
now
I
ain't
scared
of
no
nigga,
I
ain't
scared
of
no
bitch
I
ain't
scared
of
nobody
in
ya
motherfuckin'
click
I
ain't
scared
of
no
nigga,
I
ain't
scared
of
no
bitch
I
ain't
scared
of
nobody
in
ya
motherfuckin'
click
Man
fuck
that
shit
nigga,
fuck
that
shit
Man
fuck
that
shit
nigga,
fuck
that
shit
Man
fuck
that
shit
nigga,
fuck
that
shit
Man
fuck
that
shit
nigga,
fuck
that
shit
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
What,
what,
what,
what,
what
Yeah,
BME
ho,
we
up
out
this
bitch
Ruff
Ryders
ho,
what's
up
But
before
we
leave
I
gotta
let
my
nigga
tell
you
his
name
I'm
Holiday
Styles,
where
the
fuck
you
thuggin'
at
I
knock
off
ya
head
with
a
Louisville
Slugger
bat
P'll
go
to
war
and
ain't
never
have
to
bring
a
nigga
My
gun
is
armed
and
my
bullets
like
a
finger
nigga
Call
up
Lil'
Jon
and
them
East
Side
Boyz
All
I
need
is
a
lil'
bomb
and
side
East
Side
toys
You
can
catch
me
in
the
Dirty
South,
I
got
a
dirty
mouth
Sittin'
on
the
roof
with
the
fuckin'
30-30's
out
I
told
you
I'm
a
menace
y'all
I
got
enough
guns
to
fill
up
the
Lennox
Mall
In
the
front
parking
lot,
coke
still
movin'
good
Guns
still
spark
a
lot
Hustlin'
with
family,
partyin'
with
murderers
D-Block
and
everything,
shit
you
probably
heard
of
us
Yeah
I'm
a
Ryder
nigga,
you
ain't
got
a
gun
Or
a
motherfuckin'
knife,
you
ain't
even
gon'
try
us
nigga
I'll
leave
you
with
a
hole
daddy
And
for
the
fact
that
I'm
in
the
Dirty
South
I'll
be
bouncin'
in
the
old
Caddy
What,
motherfucker
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