Lil Jon - Kings of Crunk Album Lyrics

Kings of Crunk (Intro)
Throw It Up
Knockin Heads Off
Pimpin' Ken Speaks (skit)
Bitch
I Don't Give a Fuck
Rep Yo City
Push That Nigga Push That Hoe
Keep You Chullin Out the Street
Diamonds
Weedman (skit)
The Weedman
Nothing On
Luke Talkin Shit
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
Nothins Free
Play No Games
Pitbulls Cuban Rideout
Get Low
T.I.P.
Bme Click

Kings of Crunk (Intro)

[ Featuring Lil Jon, the East Side Boyz ]

BME Click, yeah

It's the motherf*ckin' Kings of Crunk motherf*cker
You tuned in to yo boy Lil' Jon
And them East Side Boyz
Yo boy Big Sam, yo boy Lil' Bo

We representin' the ATL ho
In case ya'll niggas didn't motherf*ckin' know
This album what number 4 'n' shit?

Now, this goin' to be some unexpected shit
For a lot of ya'll f*cked niggas
But this is, some hot shit about to go down on this
Motherf*cker you understand me?

So ya'll niggas strap up yo seat belts
Goddamn get yo asses drove some control, grab o
And get ready to burn to this shit a'ight?

Let's do it, let's do it, let's do it
Aah, aah okay

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Writer: GEORGE DUKE, JONATHAN H. SMITH, JOSEPH ANTHONY CARTAGENA, NATHAN MAURICE YOUNG, SAMMIE D. NORRIS, COREY L. EVANS
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Throw It Up

[ Featuring Pastor Troy ]

[Chorus]
Throw it up Mother f*cker throw it up [Repeat: x4]
If you scared to throw it up get the f*ck out the club [Repeat: x4]

[Lil Jon (Eastside Boyz)]
Back up bitch get the f*ck out my way [Repeat: x2]
(Aye move the f*ck back bitch, Move the f*ck back)

What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga [Repeat: x2]
(Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga)

We to deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch [Repeat: x4]
(Its more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch)

Y'all niggas over there (y'all niggas ain't shit)
Y'all hoes over there (y'all hoes ain't shit)

We run this (what)

[Chorus]

[Pastor Troy]
The last nigga is the pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know, I don't play no mother f*cking games
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother f*cking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hanging out the winda
Ready to bust the head, of a f*cking pretender
Nigga as soon as I enter
You know I'm making noise
Pastor Troy and the Eastside Boyz
AK busting I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother f*ckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
F*ck him, F*ck her
I'm representing
Put some more Yak in my mug
So I can throw it up

[Chorus]

[Lil Jon]
Ok ok hold the f*ck up hold the f*ck up
I'm looking round this bitch
I see a lot of niggas ain't throwin up shit (What)
Ya'll niggas must be scared to represent yo shit (You scared)
You must be scared nigga (Scared)
F*ck that shit
All my real niggas that proud of they hood
All my real ladies that's proud of they hood
And they ain't never been scared
Say this shit

[Repeat: x4]
Bitch I ain't scared
Bitch I ain't scared
Bitch I ain't scared
I ain't scared mother f*cker

[Pastor Troy]
I'm goin' represent where I'm from
In the back of the club my Tommy gun
Though when I chill
F*cking burn one
Leave up out the club it's me little Jon
Balling in the Benzes
Switching up lanes
Talking much shit cause we deep in the game cocaine
All white f*cking S f*cking six
Young ass niggas I guess we filthy rich
My whole click ready to bust some heads
I'ma throw it up bitch and I ain't scared
Pastor Troy mother f*cker
You know the routine
Represent for the home team
Throw it up

[Chorus]

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Writer: CLINTON DARRYL N MANSELL, SAMMIE NORRIS, CLEAVON DARNELL N PRINCE, MICAH N TROY
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
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Knockin Heads Off

[ Featuring Jadakiss, Styles P ]

Yeah, yeah
Ok ok
Motherf*cker, y'all know who it is
Lil' Jon, the motherf*ckin' East Side Boyz, yeah
I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son)
We gon' do this for all the real motherf*ckin' niggas (Uh uh uh uh yo)
Holla at them niggas J, come on

Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown
And bitches always want to hit me like I just came home
But I still put the tools in ya mouth
Niggas know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm huge in the South
'Cause it's 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
F*ckin' 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 MAC 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 pine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style with
From a motherf*ckin' problem to reconcile with
Nigga what

We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherf*ckin' heads off yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherf*ckin' heads off yeah
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
What, what, what, what, what

Pussy, niggas, lay it, down
Me and my, niggas, finna, clap
Pussy, niggas, lay it, down
Me and my, niggas, finna clap
We throw our, f*ckin', click up
We give a f*ck if you don't, like us
We throw our, f*ckin', click up
We give a f*ck if you don't, like us
Don't, like, them, niggas
Can't, stand, that, bitch
Don't, like, them, niggas
Can't, stand, that, bitch
We'll, shut the, club down
If y'all, niggas, wanna clown
We'll, shut the, club down
Bitch, say, something now

We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherf*ckin' heads off yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherf*ckin' heads off yeah
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
What, what, what, what, what

What, what
Y'all know when the beat breakdown and shit
What's up, what's up
It's time to get motherf*ckin' buck wild in this bitch
Now this what I want y'all niggas to do, what's up
All the real niggas and ladies out there, ok
Y'all need to repeat after me, right now
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherf*ckin' click
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherf*ckin' click
Man f*ck that shit nigga, f*ck that shit
Man f*ck that shit nigga, f*ck that shit
Man f*ck that shit nigga, f*ck that shit
Man f*ck that shit nigga, f*ck that shit

We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherf*ckin' heads off yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, yeah
We knockin' heads off, motherf*ckin' heads off yeah
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
What, what, what, what, what

Yeah, BME ho, we up out this bitch
Ruff Ryders ho, what's up
But before we leave
I gotta let my nigga tell you his name

I'm Holiday Styles, where the f*ck 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 nigga
My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger nigga
Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side Boyz
All I need is a lil' bomb and side East Side toys
You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouth
Sittin' on the roof with the f*ckin' 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 spark a lot
Hustlin' with family, partyin' with murderers
D-Block and everything, shit you probably heard of us
Yeah I'm a Ryder nigga, you ain't got a gun
Or a motherf*ckin' knife, you ain't even gon' try us nigga
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, motherf*cker

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Writer: SAMMIE NORRIS, JAMES N PHILLIPS, JASON N PHILLIPS, CLEAVON DARNELL N PRINCE, JONATHAN H SMITH, DAVID N STYLES
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Pimpin' Ken Speaks (skit)

Hey what's up Lil Jon this is Boy Pimpin Ken
From Milwaukee Wisconsin
What's up pimpin?

(lil jon)
What's up pimpin'?

Aw man these bitch-ass, man you understand?
Tried to take me out you know man,
Even though I'm not Tupac, man you know what I'm sayin'?
It's hard to kill this mother-f*ckin' black, right?
So I'm gonna take the time out, ya understand?
To let them know the pimp they did pulled some game out
For the sucker shit they said you know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

And I just want these busters to know that pimps don't die out
We multiply
We're the last hope for you all, you understand?
Pimpin' still goin' be standin' tall
Yeah nigga I got your mother f*cking Hoe
That means this Hoe, nigga, is gonna be one less hoe you need to worry about ya feelin me?
Hey man check this out man

I got the shit to sock it
To my pocket
Like the stock market
You know what I'm talkin about?
I'm talkin bout some ends
And some motherf*ckin' dividends
So all you bitch ass niggas can RIP
In case you niggas didn't know that means Rest In motherf*ckin' Piss
Suck ass niggas
I'm gonna send Bin Laden out on these mother f*ckers, man
The telebine gonna get these niggas f*cked Pimpin Ken, man
I'm talkin' 'bout man Pimpin Ken still squeezin'
Come in
Gettin in
Still smackin' like lightning, you understand?
And beatin' every mother f*ckin' endightment
Yeah nigga you can't kill me nigga
Our I'll kill you like Martin
You bitch ass niggas!

YEAH!

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Writer: JONATHAN H SMITH
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Bitch

[ Featuring Chyna Whyte, Too $hort ]

[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any bitch that act like a muthaf*ckin (bitch)
Any pussy nigga that's a muthaf*ckin (bitch)
I send this shit out to all y'all man
F*ck y'all pussy-ass niggaz
Playin there for the mothaf*ckin
Okay, this how we put this shit down for y'all

[CHORUS]
We run this [x4]
You ain't f*ckin wit me [x4]
Start a riot in this [x7]
Aw get the f*ck out this

[Lil Jon]
You be actin like a bitch
So we treat you like a bitch
You be actin like a bitch
So we treat you like a bitch
We beat you like a bitch
Kick your ass like a bitch
We take your f*ckin shit
And leave you stuck like a bitch
You wearin panties like a bitch
Yo pussy like a bitch
You sound like a bitch
You talkin like a bitch
You cryin like a bitch
You whinin like a bitch
I hate you f*ckin bitch
We'll kill you bitch

[Too $hort]
So back up on me in this bitch
Or get f*cked up in this bitch
My niggaz real in this bitch
Sit your wig in this bitch
Crack your head in this bitch
Beat your ass is this bitch
So keep poppin let your mouth
And get f*cked up like a bitch
Smack you up like a bitch
Stomp you out like a bitch
Slap your head like
Beat you down like a bitch
Take your money like a bitch
On your knees like a bitch
We don't like you f*ckin bitch
We'll kill you bitch

[CHORUS]

[Chyna White]
Ain't no hoes f*ckin with this bitch
I put years in this shit
Shed tears for shit
Bitch I'm real with this shit (don't push me)
Cuz ain't no f*ckin thang bout me pussy
Except this red shit that drip from me
I get money in my hood bitch ain't nuttin funny (not funny)
But a faggot nigga in nut huggers and big hoots
We toss over who got juice
Who livin a lie (lie)
Who speakin a true, who get that loot
You get on that mic with that bullshit bitch (boitch)
Then it's all on you
Hangin rap label (rap label)
I ain't dealin with favorites
Homie f*cks with niggaz that do business up under the table
That mad shout
You hoes can't make it in the game
Unless your titties and your ass out
Now f*ck wit me
So I can show you who already ballin in this bitch
Turnin from sweet to sour in this bitch
Like zero to 60 m.p.h.
It's a thin line between love and hate
And f*ck the world
Cuz I ain't here to stay (bitch)

[CHORUS]

[Lil Jon]
Hey check this out right (wazzup)
All y'all club managers (uh huh) and club owners (yeah)
It's bout to get real ugly in your mothaf*ckin club right now (f*cked up in that bitch)
I'm gonna tell ya like this (what's up)
Get your mothaf*ckin security ready (f*ck em)
Yo I think some shit bout to go down nigga (what goin down nigga)
It's about Lil Jon (uh huh), Eastside Boyz
Yo check this shit out

Lemme see you get crunk
Lemme see you get bunk
Lemme see you tear that mothaf*ckin club on up
Lemme see you get crunk
Lemme see you get bunk
Lemme see you tear that mothaf*ckin club on up
Man f*ck them motherf*ckin pussy-ass niggaz
Man f*ck them motherf*ckin pussy-ass niggaz
Man f*ck them motherf*ckin pussy-ass niggaz
Man f*ck them motherf*ckin pussy-ass niggaz

[CHORUS]

[Too $hort]
Told ya once lil bitch
Said it twice lil bitch
Hang around us niggaz all night
And you'll get your lil ass whooped bitch
For actin like a bitch
Backslap ya like a bitch
While ya snappin a flick (biotch)
It's $hort dog
I ain't wit nowhere
Still spittin real game for all the pimps and the playaz
And you bitches
Don't try to front foo'
If you don't leave soon them niggaz bout to jump you
You just a bitch...bitch

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Writer: STEPHANIE N MARTIN, SAMMIE NORRIS, TODD N SHAW, JONATHAN H SMITH
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I Don't Give a Fuck

[ Featuring Mystikal, Krayzie Bone, Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz ]

[Chorus: x2]
You been talkin', now we caught you
Bitch now its on
Thug line know I don't give a f*ck (I don't give a f*ck)
About you jumpin' up, actin' like you Krayzie
'Cause you Hollywood niggas can't fade this

Turn off that muthaf*ckin' radio
And put in a CD or a tape
And let them thug niggas show
We comin' to invade your space
In your face like "Ho hey!"
The original, criminal, blowing up on these niggas
Give them something to listen to
Mastermind of rap or crime
Another clack of a nine
Damage your spine (spine)
Mash us and blast at your mind
Niggas really think i'm carin'
What they sayin' like they scarin' me
But all they talk is noise
I'm not a toy, so boy don't play with me
Thug Line, Thug Line
And yeah that's my clique (thats it)
And if niggas want to trip
Then we can do this shit
I'm not no muthaf*cking ho-nigga
I came but i can go
So nigga come on
And let me know what you down to die for
Stay strapped these days cause i don't know who to trust
So I just point my gun everywhere when I bust
F*ck these niggas
I'm in your city, your TV and your radio
So don't act like i'm hiding
Nigga, why'all are just some scary-hoes

[Chorus: x2]

Why niggas be actin' like they know me?
Then talkin' my shit
All on my dick
Now nigga you know what we call them (A bitch, bitch)
I'm running from nobody and nothing
Motherf*ck them if they coming
We'll be waiting with the pumps
And bucking slugs into they stomach
A hundred mini-missles won't miss you
I can bet you we hit you
Split 'em, get rid of 'em
10 of them, at the same time killin' em
Keep my presence to a minimum
But i'm in your vision
Every time you see the thug line
I'm on the front line
I love mine
I'm tellin' you now
We on a mission with no mercy
Want to know how bad we wan't it?
Just say we thirsty for it
And any nigga trying to get up in my way
Might i say, them bitches beggin' for a beatin'
So we left 'em bleedin'
Competition (competition), to me is an enemy
So think before you come try to get in it with me
So you can frown all you want to
Get loud all you want to
But now we see you
What you gon' do?

[Chorus: x2]

Now if why'all really trying to get in some action
You heard my song
Come nigga, get at me
And bring your family
'Cause we really need to practice
"Walk it, don't talk it", I say this time after time
Have the same nerve and courage when we see you outside,
Online, all right
Lets get this party started, spark it
Thug style, showin' em love
But we stay heartless regardless
Hit 'em with bomb shit
Better ring the alarm
Its the thuggish ruggish niggas
Bustin' the gauge with one arm
Like Vietnam, the enemies expendable, so f*ck 'em
First time we warn 'em
Second time we storm 'em
Nigga, you don't get no three shots
We not playin', and I know they understand
They tried to test the man
But the man was really a man
So its the plan
Stay heated heavy and ready to die
If not then eat a magnum full of hollow point shots
I'm just tryin' to make my profit,
Get up out of this shit
But until then I gotta cock my shit (I cock my shit)

[Chorus: x2]

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Writer: ANTHONY HENDERSON, JAMES PHILLIPS, JONATHAN SMITH, MICHAEL TYLER, SAMMIE NORRIS
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Rep Yo City

[ Featuring E-40, Petey Pablo, Bun B, 8Ball ]

[Hook: Lil' Jon + (Petey Pablo) - 2X]
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! F*ck that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! Rep yo city! (Rep yo cityyyy!)
Rep yo city! F*ck that shit! (Rep yo cityyyy!)

[Hook 2: Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys]
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!
My niggaz run this bitch! Nah hoe!

[Lil' Jon - 2X]
Cut loose motherf*cker, go bad go hard!
In the club motherf*cker, go bad go hard!
In the truck motherf*cker, go bad go hard!
Throw it up motherf*cker, go bad go hard!

[E-40]
We 30 deep (30 deep) we bleed the block (bleed the block)
We milk the Ave. for damn near e'rythang the Ave. got (Ave. got)
We do the fools (do the fools) we act a nut (act a nut)
We set it off up in this bitch and tear the club up
What it do? What it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the cups in the trunk
For the thugs and the broads with the G-string drawers
up in here straight break it all off (break it all off)
Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim?
Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne
Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain
outta control, we so cold (so cold)
I'm on another level (another level)
Went head up with the devil (with the devil)
I never been a sucka (been a sucka)
I always been a rebel (been a rebel)
What's your stompin ground? (stompin ground)
What turf you from? (turf you from)
What's you city playboy (what's yo city?) mine 9-4-5-9-1
Vallejo! That's all I yell (that's all I yell)
Speakin of yea' I hope I never have to go back to slangin llello (slangin llello)
We f*ckin around (f*ckin around) like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff D-Town
Puttin it down from my house all the way to yo' house
back to the f*ckin south!

[Hook: 2X + Hook 2]

[Petey Pablo]
Could it be the way that I be reppin (WHYYY!) for my niggaz?
Could it be the way that Petey Petey (RIIDE!) for my niggaz?
Showin niggaz love (love) raise up motherf*cker!
You need to be reachin down pullin yo God-damn shirt up, that's love!
Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home
Wherever you lay yo' God-damn Kangol down motherf*cker!
Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter
Wherever yo' ass got lots of fat for all that God-damn trunk
Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin
I took a unknown piece land (and planted) a God-damn flag!
Say I didn't (DID!) motherf*cker I'd die for this
I done my God-damn thang, I brought my folks in this somma bitch
Hot Atlanta! The Bay Area!
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise (noise!) with Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boys
(Boys!) Y'all niggaz don't want no shit (shit) with E-40 & The Click
(The Click) And you can say whatchu want homeboy
(homeboy) I'll always be the one that ill!

[Hook: 2X + Hook 2]

[Bun B]
From the land of the trill, where the vanity's real
And yo man'll be peeled or at least branded, God-damnit we ill
More horror than "Amityville", no sorrow; hand me the steel
Your tomorrow I can't even feel - oughta be plannin ya will
UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin ya smile
Keepin boppers in file, standin on top of the pile
And you'll get popped with a smile, this ain't bout shoppin and style
This bout syrup and candy paint, you see us choppin for miles
Out the black and the 'Lac, swingers clap and if they take yo' flax
You'll get smacked for your packs, paper stacks and you'll crack-back yo' back
Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphenalia
Gun that'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya

[Eightball]
Memph', Tenn representer (uhh) Orange Mile nigga (yeah)
Symbol of the south, legendary rhyme spitter (uh-huh)
From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods (uhh)
From A-T-L to M-I-A, deep off in the hood (yeah)
Twankies on coupes (yeah) money-makin sluts (what)
You trippin if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks
Dogs in the yard (yeah) pistol on the seat (uhh)
Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks
My nigga Earl hollered (whassup) big Ball got it poppin (that's right)
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio and dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G and keep it crunk
Represent yo' city, let 'em know where you from

[Hook + Hook 2]

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Writer: MOSES N BARRETT III, BERNARD JAMES N FREEMAN, OMAR N HELTON, ROB MCDOWELL, JONATHAN H SMITH, EARL N STEVENS
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Push That Nigga Push That Hoe

Yeah! BME hoe
Yeah! lil jon hoe!
Yeah! Big Sam hoe
Yeah! lil bo hoe!
Check this out right (yeah)
I think a lot of you muthaf*ckers forgot who we is (yeah)
So right about now we gonna let you know who da f*ck we are
KINGS OF CRUNK MUTHAFUCKA!!!!

(get Crude!)Push That nigga (get crude) push that ho (get crude!)
(get crude!)Push That nigga (get Crude!) push that ho (get crude!)
Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk
(get Crude!)Push That nigga (get crude) push that ho (get crude!)
(get crude!)Push That nigga (get Crude!) push that ho (get crude!)
Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk

Mean mug a nigga mean mug a nigga (what)
Mean mug a nigga mean mug a nigga (what)
What you gon do nigga? What you wan do nigga?
What you gon do nigga? What you wan do nigga?
Mean mug a nigga mean mug a nigga (what)
Mean mug a nigga mean mug a nigga (what)
What you gon do nigga? What you wan do nigga?
What you gon do nigga? What you wan do nigga?
Try again nigga try again nigga
We still deeper then your muthaf*ckin click nigga
Try again nigga try again nigga
We still deeper then your muthaf*ckin click nigga!
We shut da club down and start a fight up in dis bitch
We shut da club down and start a fight up in dis bitch
Look you talking shit (bitch) look you talking shit (bitch) if a nigga talking shit we start a fight up in dis bitch

(get Crude!)Push That nigga (get crude) push that ho (get crude!)
(get crude!)Push That nigga (get Crude!) push that ho (get crude!)
Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk
(get Crude!)Push That nigga (get crude) push that ho (get crude!)
(get crude!)Push That nigga (get Crude!) push that ho (get crude!)
Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk

Its goin down in dis bitch so nigga guard your grill
Its goin down in dis bitch so nigga guard your grill
You aint crunk nigga you aint crunk nigga
You aint crunk nigga you aint crunk nigga
Its goin down in dis bitch so nigga guard your grill
Its goin down in dis bitch so nigga guard your grill
You aint buff nigga you aint buff nigga
You aint buff nigga you aint buff nigga
Eastside in dis bitch and you know we for real
Westside in dis bitch and you know we for real
You aint crunk nigga You aint crunk nigga
You aint crunk nigga You aint crunk nigga
Northside in dis bitch and you know we for real
Southside in dis bitch and you know we for real
You aint buff nigga you aint buff nigga
You aint buff nigga you aint buff nigga

(get Crude!)Push That nigga (get crude) push that ho (get crude!)
(get crude!)Push That nigga (get Crude!) push that ho (get crude!)
Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk
(get Crude!)Push That nigga (get crude) push that ho (get crude!)
(get crude!)Push That nigga (get Crude!) push that ho (get crude!)
Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk

Lame ass niggas get da f*ck out da club pussy ass niggas get da f*ck out da club hoe ass niggas get da f*ck out da club all you f*ck niggas get da f*ck out da club
Lame ass niggas get da f*ck out da club pussy ass niggas get da f*ck out da club hoe ass niggas get da f*ck out da club all you f*ck niggas get da f*ck out da club
Yall aint nuttin but some hoes Yall aint nuttin but some hoes Yall aint nuttin but some hoes Yall aint nuttin but some hoes Yall aint nuttin but some hoes Yall aint nuttin but some hoes Yall aint nuttin but some hoes Yall aint nuttin but some hoes (hoes)

(get Crude!)Push That nigga (get crude) push that ho (get crude!)
(get crude!)Push That nigga (get Crude!) push that ho (get crude!)
Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk
(get Crude!)Push That nigga (get crude) push that ho (get crude!)
(get crude!)Push That nigga (get Crude!) push that ho (get crude!)
Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk Gettin Crunk

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Writer: Armando Perez, Jonathan Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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Keep You Chullin Out the Street

[ Featuring Big Gipp ]

Hello? What's happening world?
Yo, this Big Gipp!
I've been called down by Lil Jon
& The Eastside Boyz to
Tell you what's really happening on
These streets in the
A-town man cause you know a
Lot of shit going on
A lot of flaw, a lot of people moving up
A lot of people moving down
You know what I mean?
But after this, I'm a tell you the truth now

Now after these 12 bars the world
Is gonna know a few facts
And after these 12 bars you might
Get your shoulders in your laps
See the neighborhood boys and
The economy getting worse
The candy lady jumping fifties
Outta Easter purse
Bill Campbell gone, Shirley Franklin in
The GC closed down, Mike Childs got ten
The feds locked the pimps up
For pimpin in the south
You may control her mind
But you can't control her mouth
And these R&B stars having sex with the kids
Need to be chopped up and castrated
And served to the pigs
Oh yeah homeboy, you big time in yo state
But around here sucker
You get squeezed like grapes
This a word to the wise, the gravy get chunky
Somebody will pull that steel
Throw it up and get funky
I got that Wayne Williams
Winnie the Pooh and Mr miyagi
And horse tranquilizers that will
F*ck up your body the wolves out hunting
They looking for new meat
Better gather up your guns and keep
Yo chillin out the street
I said the mutant's out hunting
He looking for fresh meat
Better gather up your guns and keep
Yo chillin out the street, nigga

This from Big Gipp
1-2-1-2 putting it down from
The south westside
Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz
Representing that eastside Decatur yall
Know what it is
For all yall niggas round here comin down
Here standing up in da club
Gotcha little bodyguards and shit
Nigga we don't care about none
Bout none of dat shit
Nigga you'll get straighten round here
Straight up the top of the cup nigga
You'll get sipped nigga just
A lot like-like-like some
Of them cough at Waffle House nigga
And Ima put it down just like
That and leave it alone i'm out, ski whip

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Writer: C. N GIPP, JONATHAN H SMITH, JONATHAN SMITH, C GIPP
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Diamonds

[ Featuring Bun B, MJG ]

[Chorus]
Diamonds in my peace of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamonds diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of
Diamond diamonds in my piece of chain
Diamonds in my piece of chain

[Lil Jon Talking]
Yea
This shit right here (whats up)
For all my niggas in the south (ok)
Makin big dough (know what I'm talking bout)
Makin big long dollars
All my niggas in H-Town
New Orleans, Dallas Texas
Mississippi All over the south
Shit of course the ATL (All over the south)
All my niggas rockin those diamonds and pieces in there chains

[MJG]
Now we done talked about the pinky ring
And talked about the gold grill
So tell me
What's left to give really yo spine a cold chill
We call some call em diamonds
We call em ice
It varies in the sizes the shape
The color and the price
From canary yellow, ruby red to baby blue
One stone or maybe two
F*ck it cause we all cant be babies fool
Some of its jazzy
Some of it cant be real
Nigga say its sittin platinum
Knowin its stainless steel shit
I seen all kinds of medallions
On the necks of rappers
Drug dealers, Marks, ball players and stallions
?? shit they buy them hoes by the dozen
O.G. nigga get a new piece
Pass the old down to his cousin
Spell out your name, your corner, your clique
I know a pimp that got a piece with a bitch sucking his dick
So what you waiting for you shy men?
Come join the fly men
That'll push like hymens for (diamonds)
With perfect timing

[Chorus (2x)]

[Bun B.]
Some folks'll kill to have a real diamond
You get some grade A rocks and in 20years they still shining
No need to worry, women will find em
But if they gaze at yo karrots for to long it will blind em
Cubic Zirconia helped the whole hood fine
Now that everybody can bling we having good times
I'm writing clever rhymes feeling like forever grindin
A diamond in the rough
Buff me up and hear me shine
I used to hit these streets and slang
Hussling in these peoples game
Now its just for piece n' thang
I aint tryin' to preach you man
I aint tryin' to heat your flame
I just wanna teach your brain
I'm so full of flavor I'm give some to the weak and blang
M-J- f*cking G
Touch me I'm in reaching range
Lets hit the beach and hang
For pimpin ill be the blame
A ?? droppin this knowledge will help me explain
About my Diamonds, my pimpin and my piece of chain

[Chorus (2xs)]

[Lil Jon]
Yea Yea
Yeeeaah
Bitch I'm coming down
Coming down tough
Bitch I'm coming down with them diamonds I'm my cup
Im shining so hard
My pinky ring done
Ruby in the middle
Got yo baby mama frozen
25 karrots in the BME piece
To many karrots in my mother f*cking teeth
In my chain
Them thangs
Big like boulders
My rocks cutting up like Taliban soldier

[Big Sam]
Cause down in the dirty it aint no drama or no beef
Its all about them diamonds in yo piece I guarantee
Man I know a nigga wit a mouth full of gold
On the top he had the SOUTH
And on the bottom LIKE WHOA
Big Sam with 36 off in my chain
4? off in my wood a woodgrain
And my piece I'm bout to precious cut them thangs
With 200 thousand to make that hoe blang blang

[Chorus (5xs)]

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Writer: Bernard Freeman, Craig Love, James Phillips, Jonathan Smith, LaMarquis Jefferson, Marlon Goodwin, Sammie Norris
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Weedman (skit)

We smoke everyday
On an average nine, ten, eleven, twelve, even thirteen blunts
But when we on our last
And we ain't got no mo grass
Its time to re up
Got to hurry up
Go and re up

[Repeat x2]
So we just looking for the weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we just want to smoke (smoke)
We just want to smoke (smoke)
We just want to smoke (smoke)

Hey I'm getting closer
To the weedman
I think he's somewhere close
Smell it on his clothes
Look! There he goes
Now you don't got to smoke with me (with me)
But if you want to smoke my tree (my tree)
Just reach into that right (right)
Pocket on yo thigh (thigh)
And show a nigga five

[Repeat x2]
We don found the f*cking weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)

Yea this yo boy Lil Jon
With them Eastside Boyz
This yo boy Big Sam and man I'm High
Aye man hold on this yo boy Lil Bo man (smoker)
And I hear music man
Aye we gon take dis shit to 12 play
For the blunt
Only for the real smokers
Aye got damn fire some shit up to this
Lets go

One come on nigga pass me the blunt
Two I got to cop a sack or two
Three I got a fluffy bag of this weed
Four just watch me as I open it and pour
Five I'm about to role up the nine
Six we smoking on some real good shit
Seven watch me as I get high as the heavens
Eight all my niggas smoking real great
Nine getting kinda jiggy in my eyes yea
Ten I think I want to smoke some again
Eleven I'm trying to get back to the heavens
Twelve damn this weed good as hell yea

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Writer: SAMMIE NORRIS, JONATHAN SMITH
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The Weedman

[Verse 1]
We smoke everyday
On an average 9,10,11,12 even 13 blunts
But when we on our last
And we aint got no mo grass
Its time to re up
Got to hurry up
Go and re up

[Chorus 1 (2x)]
So we just looking for the weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we just wanna smoke (smoke)
We just wanna smoke (smoke)
We just wanna smoke (smoke)

[Verse 2]
Hey I'm getting closer
To the weedman
I think he's somewhere close
Smell it on his clothes
Look! There he goes
Now you don't got to smoke with me (with me)
But if you wanna smoke my tree (my tree)
Just reach into that right (right)
Pocket on yo thigh (thigh)
And show a nigga five

[Chorus 2 (2x)]
We don found the f*cking weedman
The weedman the weedman
And we about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)
We about to smoke (smoke)

Yea this yo boy Lil Jon
With them Eastside Boyz
This yo boy Big Sam and man I'm High
Aye man hold on this yo boy Lil Bo man (smoker)
And I hear music man
Aye we gon take dis shit to 12 play
For the blunt
Only for the real smokers
Aye got damn fire some shit up to this
Lets go

One come on nigga pass me the blunt
Two I got to cop a sack or two
Three I got a fluffy bag of this weed
Four just watch me as I open it and pour
Five im about to role up the nine
Six we smoking on some real good shit
Seven watch me as I get high as the heavens
Eight all my niggas smoking real great
Nine getting kinda jiggy in my eyes yea
Ten I think I wanna smoke some again
Eleven Im trying to get back to the heavens
Twelve damn this weed good as hell yea

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Writer: SAMMIE NORRIS, JONATHAN SMITH
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Nothing On

[ Featuring Oobie, Chyna Whyte, Bohagon ]

[Lil Jon]
Lil Jon & Eastside Boys and our girl Oobie
Check it out

[Oobie]
There's something I want to tell you
'Cause I know that a brotha got needs tonight
I ain't trippin' on ya' pimpin' cause that shit's tight
But you gotta pay tonight

(Chorus)
I know you wanna get laid tonight
But I'm tryna get paid tonight
We ain't even gotta fuss and fight
Just hit me right, it's on all night
I know you wanna get in bed wit' me
But you gotta come correctly
Nothin' in life is free, especially not me

[Oobie]
I hope you...can feel me
When I say, pay before you play wit' me
Wanna taste this....but it's priceless
It might be something you ain't never done before,
But I'm not yo' ordinary ho

(Chorus)

[Lil' Jon]
I fell off in the club (shawty)
Not lookin' for love (shawty)
But I'm lookin' for a gurl (shawty)
One I can cuddle (shawty)
Like li'l mama in the blue (shawty)
She so god damn cute (shawty)
But she say she need cheese (shawty)
Before she dip wit' me (shawty)
Well let me see (shawty)
What it might be (shawty)
And what's your fee (shawty)
For my fantasy (shawty)
Now I ain't rich (shawty)
But I'll spend a li'l bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)

(Chorus)

[Oobie]
There's something I want to tell you
Cause I know that a brotha got needs tonite
I ain't trippin' on ya pimpin'
'Cause that shit's tight
But you gotta pay tonite

[Lil' Jon]
What chu' talkin' 'bout? (shawty)
That didn't come out cha mouth (shawty)
You say you want some cash (shawty)
Before I hit that ass (shawty)
Not yo' boy (shawty)
I ain't no toy (shawty)
Don't play no games (shawty)
'Cause I ain't lame (shawty)
But fo' my gurl (shawty)
I'll give her the world (shawty)
Ain't no thang (shawty)
To give up that change (shawty)
I ain't rich (shawty)
But I'll spend a li'l bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)

(Chorus)

[Oobie]
Now I'll be there for you
If you want me to
And I'll be by your side
If the price is right
Take care of me
And I'll take care of you
Nothin' in life is free
Ohhh, ohhh

Ohhh, ohhhh yea yea
I gotta get paid, ooh, ohh
Now If you want me
Come correctly
It might be something you ain't never done before
I'm not yo' ordinary ho

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Luke Talkin Shit

Yo, this yo boy uncle Luke
Yo check this out here I got some things I gots ta say
In this joint this shit will put you right
Where you need to be put at ya know
And ya'll bitches I know ya'll got some niggas
Who don't know how to f*ck
You right here what you need to do
You need to turn this muthaf*cka on real loud, aight?
I know you niggas ridin' 'roun in yo cars
Ya'll fitna go to the motel, hotel whatever
Put this shit on before you go tha hoes already know

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Ooh Na Na Naa Naa

[ Featuring Oobie, Devin the Dude ]

Ooh Na Na Naa Naa; I'm so horny and I want you to f*ck me
I'm tired of masturbating got my body shaking no orgasm faking with me
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa; I'm so horny and I want you to f*ck me
I hope you're ready for love, cause I got more than enough
Come bust a beautiful nut up on me

Now I'm just sitting in my lingerie, sipping on some Alize
Trying to figure all the ways I can make you say
Ooh Baby, right there, don't stop
Put it in you're mouth, twirl it round til' you make it pop
Now I'm gonna make you sweat, when you go down in between my legs
You gon be fantasizing bout these lovely thighs
It's gon' be hypnotizing won't you come on and see

I see your pussy lips smiling
Been grinning like they want something up in 'em
I been wanting to ask you for some but didn't want to offend you
But now I see you bout as freaky as me
I busted two nuts already now you waiting for number three
You ask me what will it take to get me hard again
I say saliva but see you ain't down for swallowing
You'd rather have it on your skin you wanna rub it in
Move your tongue like that once more girl I'm bout to nut again
F*ck your friends in your business ask me why I call everyday
And why your face is so clean just tell 'em Oil of Olay
I thought I could girl you could do miles
Lay on your side raise up your legs let me see that beautiful smile
Awww yeah, I'ma put it all in there
And you relax but then you ask me to pull your hair
And I'll do it you'll scream but the nut won't last
Cause right before you know it Splash!!

Dick suck my dick suck
Shawty want you to put it on me
Rough sex, f*ck fest
Let me put ya to test
Up & down in and out
Put that dick back in yo mouth
You take the cream I'ma make you cream
You dick fiend I'ma pussy fiend
Role play, fantasy, Hennessy, ecstasy
Hard fast not slow after this they ain't gon want no mo'
Lay you down, pick you up, speed it up you wit me boy
Doggy style buck wild I'll leave yo ass screaming aahh!

Goddamn don't stop cum rising to the top
Girl you suck dick so good make me wanna call the cops
And it don't make no sense the way you suck the dick
The way you lick from the shaft to the dome of the dick
Goddamn can't lie girl I love the shit
Strap up, get head f*ck the shit out a bitch
Cause I'm big Sam baby, I'll rock yo world baby
I lay the kinda pipe that make yo turls curl baby

Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
I'm so horny
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
So touch me baby
Na Na Naa Naa
I know that you want me
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
So come on bust one for me
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
I'm so horny
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
And I want you baby
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
I see it's nice and hard for me
Ooh Na Na Naa Naa
So come and skeet it on me

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Writer: Devin Copeland, La Marquis Jefferson, Craig D. Love, Sammie D. Norris, James Elbert Phillips, Tenaia Sanders, Jonathan H. Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
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Nothins Free

(feat. Oobie)

[Oobie]
There's something, I want to tell ya'
'Cause I know, that a brother got needs tonight
I ain't trippin' on ya' pimpin' just that shit's tight
'Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight

[Chorus]
I know you wanna get laid tonight
But I'm trying to get paid tonight
We ain't even gotta fuss and fight
Just hit me right, it's on all night
I know you wanna get in bed wit' me
But you gotta come correctly
Nothin' in life is free, expecially not me

[Oobie]
I hope you...can feel me
When I say, pay before you play wit' me
Wanna taste this....but it's priceless
It might be something you aint never done before, I'm not ya ordinary hoe

[Chorus]

[Lil' Jon]
I fell off in the club (shawty)
Not lookin' for love (shawty)
But I'm lookin' for a gul (shawty)
For I could cut (shawty)
Like lil mama in the blue (shawty)
She so got damn cute (shawty)
But she say she need cheese (shawty)
Before she dip wit' me (shawty)
Well let me see (shawty)
What it might be (shawty)
And what's ya' fee (shawty)
For my fantasy (shawty)
Now I ain't rich (shawty)
But I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)

[Chorus]

[Oobie]
There's something, that I gotta tell ya'
Before you lay with me tonight
I ain't got no problem with fly by nights
Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight

[Lil' Jon]
What chu' talkin' 'bout? (shawty)
That didn't come out your mouth (shawty)
Say you want some cash (shawty)
Before I hit that ass (shawty)
I'm not yo' boy (shawty)
I ain't no toy (shawty)
Don't play no games (shawty)
'Cause I ain't lame (shawty)
But foe' my gurl (shawty)
I'll give her the world (shawty)
Ain't no thang (shawty)
To give up that change (shawty)
I ain't rich (shawty)
I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)

[Chorus]

[Oobie]
Now I'll be there for you
If you want me to
I'll be by ya' side
If the price is right
Take care of me
And I'll take care of you
Nothin tonight is free

Ohhh, yeahhh
I gotta get paid, woo
Now if you want me
Come correctly
Might be something you never done before
I'm not yo' ordinary hoe

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Writer: CRAIG LOVE, SAMMIE NORRIS, JAMES PHILLIPS, TENAIA SANDERS, JONATHAN H SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
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Play No Games

[ Featuring Fat Joe, Trick Daddy, Oobie ]

[Chorus]
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thing, Yeah
I ain't really here to play no games, Girl
You already know my name, Yeah
Freaky deaky cause it ain't no thing, Yeah

[Fat Joe]
Ain't no tellin' what a bitch will do
For the doe, She'll probably get on four and f*ck the crew
Down south, Up north be the same ass bitches
Man locked up but mama watchin' the children
Talkin' bout my neck my back
Bitch you better learn how to chop rocks if you wanna get with Crack
Ughh, I been in love once, at least I though that
Till I f*cked around and hit a broad back
Got burnt, Now you figure the rest
Dick hurt like I'm pissin' baguettes, now I'm livin' depressed
Should have known better than to trust a hoe
Especially she wanna know how much doe you hold
Cause there ain't too many real bitches
If you got one hold on, don't wanna be nobody's meal ticket
And you know it don't mean shit to me
Cause you know, Bitches ain't shit to me
What

[Chorus]

[Trick Daddy]
You see the problem is them busta ass niggas you been f*ckin' with
Always bought ya shit, But never taught ya shit
Did he ever tell you some things that a player do
And made you aware that life is more than a hair dew
Boy I tell ya, Best to deal with them real niggas
And stay far away from f*ck niggas
Don't be a sucker, Hell at least not from nothin'
All this suckin' and f*ckin' a bitch better have somethin'
I need something that is compatible
Not nothin' young and dumb and full of cum, But one that's edible
I bet a, Nigga like T Double
Get it wetter, Suck and f*ck 'em better than the average nigga
I need a girl that's into tryin' things
So I can put it in her mouth, Fa real ain't into mind games
I know she's a mama girl and I'm a street nigga
Once we get together, I'll bet you she'll sleep better

[Chorus]

[Lil Jon]
A-T-L nigga, Shawty pimpin' how I put it down
Grindin' hard everyday, Chevy ride through ya town
23's on the truck, Ask me if I give a f*ck
Rally's on that 75, Rollin' up 85
Lookin' for some cut like you
Tryin' to see what you gone do
Shawty I ain't playin no games
I ain't tryin' to be yo mayn
I just wanna cut you up, Slice you up like cold cuts
Lay you down and eat you up, Jonny slong up in them guts

[Big Sam]
See I'm something like a freak, Part time pimp
Big block Chevy rider all through Decatur
Wanna know my name, Well its Big Sam
And I play no games with these hoes cause the lame
Lemme break it down, Tell ya right now
If ya see me in ya town its goin' down
And all I want to do, Is cut you and ya crew
So let me know what's up with ya girl and you

[Chorus]

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Writer: JOSEPH N CARTEGNA, GEORGE N DUKE, COREY N EVANS, SAMMIE NORRIS, JONATHAN H SMITH, MAURICE N YOUNG
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, MISSING LINK MUSIC
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Pitbulls Cuban Rideout

(featuring Pitbull)

Como?! Yeah! Yeah!
Lil Jon! Eastside Boyz! (Que Vuelta!)
That little cuban from Miami, Pitbull!
I appreciate y'all giving me the oppurtunity to spit on this shit
GO HEADDDDDDDDD!

When it comes to these hoes
Y'all know we on some halloween shit
Start trickin' n treatin'
But I'm on some halloween shit too
Gettin' messed up for the radication BOOM!
From the palm trees to the red clay
We get down the same way
Lil Jon's from Scott but this little cuban's
From the county of Dade
Pitbull is here to voice his opinion
And y'all gone hear it
All up and down the eastside
I'm'a show y'all how dirty we ride
From Dade to Decatur
Only difference is y'all blow dro
And we blow crip
But reall there's is no differecne
Cause they're both green and sticky
I don't mean to be picky
But Jon, tell your boys from the Eastside
To put me down with one of those
Redbone who has a pretty face, n waist
And thick thighs
From the M-I-A to the A-T-L
We been connecting on work
But keep that on the DL

HAA! Asi mismo brode! Como?!
Yeah, Lil Jon, Eastside Boyz
P-I-T slash Q-be -O-N. Get it right baby
From the bottom, to the ATL
Haa! Decatur, Swat, College Park
Haa! Wynwood, Hialeah, Saweseraaa!
Liberty City, Carol City, Opa-Locka, this for y'all
Lil Haiti, Sao Pa Sai!
All my cubans, Que vola? Que vuelta? Que volon?
Haa! Yeah!

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Writer: ARMANDO CHRISTIAN PEREZ, JONATHAN H SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
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Get Low

[ Featuring Ying Yang Twins ]

[Chorus]
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 6x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherf*cker (motherf*cker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherf*cker (motherf*cker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)

Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she f*ck that
Question been harassing me in the mind this bitch is fine
I done came to the club about 50th 11 times now can I play with yo
Paine line club owner said I need to calm down security guard go to sweating
Me now nigga drunk then a motherf*cker threaten me now

She getting crunk in the club I mine she work
Then I like to see the female twerking taking the clothes off BUCKEY naked
ATL. Hoe don't disrespect it
Pa pop yo pussy like this cause yin yang twins in this bitch
Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities
Now bring yo ass over here hoe and let me see you get low if you want this Thug
Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act you can keep yo ass where you at

3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherf*cker (motherf*cker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherf*cker (motherf*cker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)

Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Now back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya

3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherf*cker (motherf*cker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherf*cker (motherf*cker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)

Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend
Stupid bitch standing there while I'm drinking my hen
Steady looking at me Still asking questions
Times up nigga pass me another contestant
Hoe move to the left if you ain't bout 50th
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
looking at a nigga with yo palm all out bitch I ain't even seen you dance
Twerk something baby work something baby
Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby
Slide down dat bitch
wit yo little bit then stop
Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop
Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands
I just want to see yo ass drity dance yin yang we done again
And put it on the map like annnnn

3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherf*cker (motherf*cker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherf*cker (motherf*cker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)

Got dam (Got dam) ya ya?ll twreking alittle bit ladies
But ya got to twrek alittle bit harder then dat
now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite
(where my sexy ladies) we want ya?ll to do this shit like this
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)

3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low [6x]
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skit skit motherf*cker (motherf*cker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)
To all skit skit motherf*cker (motherf*cker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam)

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T.I.P.

[T.I.]

Aye.. was happnen mayn? Dis ya folk... T-I-P.
Da Bankhead Ambassodor. Dig dis hea mayn...
Me n my folk, Lil Jon, man ya no wat I'm sayin?
We been puttin it all da way down since da muthafuccin
Phillip's Arena wit da Obney. Ya no wat I'm sayin?
Bacc when niccaz wanted ya to cut skool and go kicc it
In da muthafuccin Goldmine, ya no wat I'm sayin? Kicc it
In front of da muthaufuccin Undaground. Ya no.. snatch chainz
When da sun go down, ya undastand dat?
So.. you ain't fuccin wit no fake nicca.
Aye, I'm da muthafuccin Bankhead Amassodor. I rep da West side,
He rep da East side to da fullest. So we put it all da way down.
Da king of da South and da Kingz of Crunk. Nicca how it get betta den dat?
Keep it pimpin, I'm serious... BITCH

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Bme Click

[ Featuring Lil Jon, the East Side Boyz ]

(Lil Jon)
Yea! Yea! Yea! Check this out right

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Writer: V N BRINSON, L N EDWARDS, JAMAL N GLAZE, CEDRICK N LEONARD, WENDELL MAURICE NEAL, SAMMIE NORRIS, DONNELL N PRINCE, F N ROSE, JONATHAN H SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
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Kings of Crunk Info:

(buy at amazon.com)

Kings of Crunk is the fourth studio album by American Southern hip hop group Lil' Jon & the East Side Boyz. It was released in October 2002 through BME Recordings/TVT Records. There are conflicting reports about the album's release date, with different publications claiming it was released on October 8, October 22, or October 29. Recording sessions took place at Stankonia Recording, Soundlabs Studio, Flamingo Studios, The Zone, Patchwerk Recording Studios in Atlanta, at Audio Vision Recording in Miami, at Liveson Studios in Yonkers, at Piety Street Studios in New Orleans, at Cotton Row Studios in Memphis, at Quad Studios, Streetlight Studios and TMF Studios in New York, at The Orange Room, at The Den, and at Doppler Studios. Production was handled solely by Lil' Jon, who also served as executive producer together with Bryan Leach, Emperor Searcy, Rob McDowell and Vince Phillips. It features guest appearances from Oobie, Bun B, Chyna Whyte, 8Ball & MJG, Big Gipp, Bo Hagon, Devin the Dude, E-40, Fat Joe, Jadakiss, Krayzie Bone, Mystikal, Pastor Troy, Petey Pablo, Styles P, Too $hort, Trick Daddy, Ying-Yang Twins, Luke, Pimpin Ken, Pitbull and T.I.

Based on the success of the album's second single "Get Low", Kings of Crunk made the top twenty of the US album chart in September 2003. In the same year, Lil Jon put out a compilation CD and DVD called Part II, which included remixes of "Get Low" featuring Busta Rhymes, Elephant Man and the Ying Yang Twins. The singles "I Don't Give a Fuck" and "Nothin's Free" were released to radio in 2002, while "Play No Games" was released in late 2001 "Get Low" were released to radio in 2003. Also, "Nothin's Free" was released on vinyl, while "I Don't Give a Fuck" and "Get Low" were released on CD. "Play No Games" was also released on vinyl and CD In 2003.

Kings of Crunk debuted at number 15 on the US Billboard 200 chart, selling 71,000 in its first week and as of November 2004, the album has sold 2.2 million copies in the United States. Kings of Crunk was the highest selling independent album for both 2003 and 2004.

Performed By: Lil Jon
Genre(s): Hip hop, Crunk
Producer(s): Lil' Jon
Length: 1:17:49
Released: October 1st, 2002
Year: 2002

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