Bia' Bia' lyrics

'Ey, yo, check this out, supreme-figga-nigga Big Kap Rockin' wit' Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (ludacris, nigga), $hort Dog Ay, tell them niggas what's up, though If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga! 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) 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) Well, get 'em up (get 'em up), put 'em up (put 'em up) Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo' hands up! Well, get 'em up (get 'em up), put 'em up (put 'em up) Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo' hands up! Well, where you from, nigga (where you from)? Where you from, nigga (where you from)? Goddamn it, mothafucka', where you from (where you from)? Well, where you from, nigga (where you from)? Where you from, nigga (where you from)? Goddamn it, mothafucka', where you from (where you from)? Well, represent yo' shit, represent yo' shit Say: Fuck that clique! Say: Fuck that clique! Well, represent yo' shit, represent yo' shit Say: Fuck that clique! Say: Fuck that clique! Well, you scared (you scared), you scared (you scared) Stop actin' like a bitch, you scared (you scared) You scared (you scared), you scared (you scared) Stop actin' like a bitch, you scared (you scared) 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) 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) Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts Bitch, I hit licks and flip bricks Every two hours, switch whips to keep the peepers off me What you know about that NoDoz and coffee? No sleep, I'm lookin' forty, with three bricks in a seven-forty Bitch, I ain't got time to porrty I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggas, over a hot Bennigan's dinner Thinkin' how I'ma cop this six at the beginning of winter Chrome it out, then fit it with timber (that's wood grain) What you ain't know? This a hood thang All my thugs, let your wood swang Bitches, make ya ass clap I'm takin' all yo' ASCAP and BMI Catch me drivin' DUI Look, 'cause I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm livin' to die Who on this track fuckin' with me? Y'all is willin' to try Chyna Whyte's a thug bitch with no feelings inside, mothafucka 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) 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) 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 hoes, lock doors and drop the 'bows I rock the shows, pop, lock and knock your nose You bia bia', I grab my, 44 and mop the floor I Mop and 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, cock-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 smokin' on some 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 yo' ass ain't blaze 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) 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) Bitch-niggas in the house, tell me what's up A nigga 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 assed-out Punched him in his chin, and then he passed-out Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out Always hit them weak mothafuckas right in their mouth You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit 'Cause niggas will run-up in yo' ass, like you a nasty bitch You little biatch, that's what they callin' you You'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin', dude Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo' collar You feel like Marvin Gaye 'cause they make you wanna holler But since you can't run, you might as well fight Quit actin' like a bitch and live a real life You just a (bia' bia')