bia’ bia’ (music video version) - lil jon & the east side boyz lyrics
[intro: big kap & lil jon]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
ayo, check this out, big kap (what’s up? what’s up? what’s up?)
rockin with lil’ jon, eastside boyz (ludacris), chyna whyte, $hort dog
[chorus: lil’ jon & big kap]
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 ’em up, get ’em up), why you frontin’ like a* like a* (push ’em off, push ’em off)
[verse 1: lil’ jon]
well get ‘еm up (get ’em up), put ’em up (put ‘еm up)
stop actin’ like a **** and get yo’ hands up
well get ’em up (get ’em up), put ’em up (put ’em up)
stop actin’ like a **** and get yo’ hands up
well where you from? (where you from?)
where you from? (where you from?)
get crunk, get crunk, where you from? (where you from?)
where you from? (where you from?)
where you from? (where you from?)
get crunk, get crunk, where you from? (where you from?)
well, represent yo’ clique, represent yo’ clique
bia bia, bia bia
represent yo’ clique, represent yo’ clique
bia bia, bia bia
well, you scared (you scared), you scared (you scared)
stop actin’ like a ****, you scared (you scared)
you scared (you scared), you scared (you scared)
stop actin’ like a ****, you scared (you scared)
[chorus: lil’ jon & big kap]
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 ’em up, get ’em up), why you frontin’ like a* like a* (push ’em off, push ’em off)
[verse 3: ludacris & lil jon]
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 ****, 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 floor
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, c*ck back, and swing the thang
your 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” (huh?)
and then my voice got raspy
’cause i was (bia, why you*) cali’ and my eyes was dazed
i was in the zone, could’ve thrown up them tre’s
and if you lost, lil’ jon’s got some eastside ways
so stop actin’ like a bia’ if your ass ain’t blaze
[chorus: lil’ jon & big kap]
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 ’em up, get ’em up), why you frontin’ like a* like a* (push ’em off, push ’em off)
[verse 4: too $hort & lil jon]
bia’ bia’ in the house tell me “what’s up?”
a **** slapped you in the mouth and told you “shut up”
somebody hollered “get ’em!”
and now you just a victim
shorty tried to stick ’em, told the pitbull to sic ’em
i know he wanna run, but he can’t, he **** out
punched him in his chin, and then he passed out
trick **** if you tell me you’s a playa, you’s a lie
’cause you’ll never be like willie dynamite and super*fly
you just a*
[chorus: lil’ jon & big kap]
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 ’em up, get ’em up), why you frontin’ like a* like a* (push ’em off, push ’em off)
[verse 3: chyna whyte]
bump, bump, bump, bump lettin’ off shots
double glock, glock, ch*ch, **** pop pop
it don’t stop in that dirty south
burn up the whole block, that’s what this here we bout
**** livin’ lawless, **** 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 i 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 dopest on the planet ****, chyna whyte
[chorus: lil’ jon & big kap]
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’
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