Lyrics:
(Uno, I killed it, ooh) hey, wait a minute
Let me go and pull a lil' pimpin' off
Huh, hey wait a minute
Let me go and pull a lil' pimpin' off
Let
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho'
to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I love a bitch
Why would I trust a bitch?
Always gonna dog a bitch
They only
Back it up she park it (back it up she)
If you send a text lil baby
I'm just gonna heart it
She like what's your problem
Why you so cold hearted
Had my
and my ride is not foreign
It was bought and paid for by not no snorin
Blew a whole lot of money and I'm fin' to blow more of it (get money!)
My
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho'
bitches handy
White girl on the table, let 'em sniff the nose candy
When I'm walkin' by, the women sayin', "Who is that nigga?"
I replied, "Hi, I am
lil bitch I'm taking (Yuh)
By the music they tryna diffuse it
And abuse it lil nigga get to it
Got the juice lil nigga be juicing
Capri Sun nigga be
Aye Uh huh
Uh Huh(Let's go ladies)
Lil Jon(Yeah)
Your Boy Kells
(Yeah)
And Mario
This is for the chocolate girls
All Around the word
Uh
Call it Pac's revenge
I'm a motherfuckin' animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open
[Pitbull]
Hey Jim Jones,
Let's Show These Boys How It Really Goes Down
Hey Lil Jon,
U Know What We Tell These Boys When They Campin Out Wit
Hey Lil? Jon, know we tell these boys
When they campin' out with the blunt, right?
We tell ?em puff, puff, pass with your pussy ass
I said puff,
turned down and the beat down low
Throw the 40-cal and K's out the window
You better do like Lil' Jon told you "Get Low"
Cause you can catch
Sick- fucks out by 2-3am fa penny play
Stop n they go
Hit em wit love or risk a definitive blow
Jon timberlands golden
Huggin’ the block bank heads born
mask. That boy a bitch. He got beat with a flask
Fuck all these hoes. Can't love on a bitch. Ditched on two times. You know that's lit
Pinned by the Glock
and I’ll do it by my lonely
Suite life, I’m about to pass the blunt to Mr. Mosby
He was dumping in drive. I call him wonton, Tony.
Want him dead
I was on top
Looking at the bottom
Hit the switch
Or hit the column
Another kid dead
By the feds
Oh they got him
I was sitting in my room
Looking
you by my sides go above and beyond
(Interlude)
Man, you can do anything you set your fucking mind to man
Fuck anybody that got anything to say about
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get
frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin animal lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho
to give a special shout out to Kazaa
Long as Lil' Jon, and Manny keep making beats
Chamillionaire gon be a ghetto millionaire, in these streets
I speak
Back at it again
Life been real different though
Gotta get those flowers, while we can still smell 'em
This may sound a lil angry
Sway said don't
was placed in Cochlea
Im from the h I might pour up a eighth put some bows on a wraith make it look a lil better
I'm having problems for real, niggas
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