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(feat. Jadakiss, Styles)
Lil' Jon
Come on, yeah OK
Motherfker, y'all know who it is
Lil' Jon, them motherfkin' East Side Booooyz
I got my nigg* Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son)
We gon' do this for all the real motherfkin'
(Uh uh uh uh yo)
Holla at them J, come on
Jadakiss
Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown
And girls always wanna hit me like I just came home
But I still put the tools in ya mouth
know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm huge in the South
This is 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
fkin' 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 mack 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 fine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigg* to style with
My motherfkin' problem to reconcile with
nigg* what
Hook
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherfkin' heads off yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherfkin' heads off yeah
You wanna go nigg*
Let's go ho
You wanna go nigg*
Let's go ho
You wanna go nigg*
Let's go ho
You wanna go nigg*
Let's go ho
What...what...what...what...what
Lil' Jon
p*ssy... ...lay it...down
Me and my... ...fixin'...clown
p*ssy... ...lay it...down
Me and my... ...fixin'...clown
We throw our...fkin'...click up
We give a fk if you don't...like us
We throw our...fkin'...click up
We give a fk if you don't...like us
Don't...like...them...
Can't...stand..that...b*tch
Don't...like...them...
Can't...stand..that...b*tch
We'll...shut the...club down
If y'all... ...wanna clown
We'll...shut the...club down
b*tch...say...something now
Hook
Lil' Jon
Whaaaat....Whaaaaat
Y'all know when the beat breakdown and s**t
What's up, what's up
It's time to get motherfkin' buck wild in this biiiitch
Now this what I want y'all to do, what's up
All the real and ladies out there, OK
Y'all need to repeat after me, right now
I ain't scared of no nigg*, I ain't scared of no b*tch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfkin' click
I ain't scared of no nigg*, I ain't scared of no b*tch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfkin' click
Man fk that s**t nigg*, fk that s**t man
Man fk that s**t nigg*, fk that s**t man
Man fk that s**t nigg*, fk that s**t man
Man fk that s**t nigg*, fk that s**t
Hook
Lil' Jon
Yeah, BME ho, we up out this b*tch
Ruff Ryders ho, what's up
But before we leave
I gotta let my nigg* tell you his name
Styles
I'm Holiday Styles, where the fk 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 nigg*
My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger nigg*
Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side Boyz
All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys
You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouth
Sittin' on the roof with the fkin' 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 sparke a lot
Hustlin' with family, partyin' with murderers
D-Block and everything, s**t you probably heard of us
Yeah I'm a Ryder nigg*, you ain't got a gun
Or a motherfkin' knife, you ain't even gon' try us
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 - motherfker