Lyrics:
Gonna be a shot nigga, yeah I said it what nigga buck nigga
Like Lil Jon I don't give a fuck
I give a God damn if I never sell another milla
I take my
you still beneath like your name is Lannister I'm fucking (Jon) snow
Who the fuck are you?
Credits go to the fake places
Not controlled by a fucking
niggas
[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I
[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
the wrong n***a (Wrong n***a), cause I never gave a cent
I gotta' heart made of steel, call it Clark Kent (Superman)
Haven’t met my sunshine, a lot of y’all
a nigga bitch and get a free ransom
He Real Rx if we stamped 'em
Let that nigga play wit that money if he want
We outside your house Call of Duty campin'
Peace up, A-Town down
Yeah, ok, lil' Jon
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I'm in the club with my homies, try'na get
Aight niggas and nigheads we gotta
Slow this shit down
For the real muthafuckin' playas in the house
It's ya boy Lil Jon talking
To yo muthafuckin' ass
and you'll end up in your lawn
It's the protege of 50, inspired by Biggie
Burns more than Ziggy, them lil' niggaz dig me
I been stressed out lately, so I'm
where common sense
Is not common sense
We need a real rapper, but when you say Nas
They think you mean Lil Nas X
And that's not a diss
I don't want to get
of the bat
And they all gon' clap when the ball flies past
Her ass real fat and I feel it like the tempo
Shawty bad and I got her playing limbo
Lil Jon how I
M1y entertainment
Nana na nana na
M'dubb
Nana na
Nana na
In the streets they call me charley
Nana na
Its mante on the track
Nana
Yo
I'ont need none
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
nigga ain't gettin no cash
Holup, Holup, Holup
Dat lil bitch dere really aain't bad
Holup, Holup, Holup
All my niggas real in my squad
Holup, Holup, Holup
nigga ain't gettin no cash
Holup, Holup, Holup
Dat lil bitch dere really aain't bad
Holup, Holup, Holup
All my niggas real in my squad
Holup, Holup, Holup
die, tryin' to get by
Lil' miss, lookin' tight in the coochie
Whether it's a Gucci
Love the way you do the jiggy when you walk
Soundin' like you
It's the boy Lil' Jon (Yeah!)
Got my partner Yelawolf with' me (What's up Yela?)
You know it's time to crank the club up
Let's go! Yelawolf
You
Shoutout FA they be causin real commotion
Call me Harry Potter by the way I whip this potion
I ain’t drivin automatic put this stick in motion
Call me in
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
we the movers crew
Yeah, so many apes inside my zoo
Yeah, I been a real n***a, since I came out the womb
Yeah, you can't tell me shit when I was one
one day
Right now we call him a mouse (21)
I got lots of stripes, all my niggas shyst
You can roll the dice, you might lose your life
Keep my
'Cause these pop melodies ain't fucking with me
Get back on your tour bus roll some broccoli
I'll leave your crews twisted and your hoes knock kneed
a rollie on so they call me Rollie Retch
Rolls Royce ridin' make them niggas
Hold they breath breathes
Throwin' money, you just showin' money
I got that ho,
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