Bia' Bia' 2 - Lil Jon Lyrics - Put Yo Hood Up - Lil Jon & Eastside Boyz

[Hook x2] 

Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a 

Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a 

Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a 

Bia Bia, why ya 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 cho' hands up 

Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up 

Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up 

Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up 

Throw yo click up, throw yo click up 

Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up 

Well what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga 

What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga 

What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga 

What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga 

Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do 

Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do 

What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared) 

Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you 

[Hook x2] 

[Too $hort] 

Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb 

It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk 

I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth 

Real niggas, bring out the ho in you 

Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her 

All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor 

Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's 

You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure 

How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out 

Every time you get mad, you say get the fuck out 

But I told her, I said it's cool, get at me 

Come by the house and get nasty 

I spit the real game 

I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name 

I told her call me daddy 

Trick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lie 

Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-Fly 

You just a... 

[Hook x2] 

[Chyna Whyte] 

Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shots 

Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop 

It don't stop in that Dirty South 

Burn up the whole block, that's what this here we bout 

Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardest 

Gonna see who's life is shortest 

Regardless this whole world to me is garbage 

Tryin' to reap my harvest 

I'm starvin' less than a life of ballin' 

Yet still tryin' to find my callin' 

And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain 

Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine 

Call me a monkey, but look I got King Nine bloodlines 

With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow 

Name all I borrow 

I represent the slums, ate the crumbs 

Now I'm reachin' for a new height 

Nothin' but love and we grew tight 

Played and renew sight 

Hustlin' for food tight 

Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte 

[Hook]