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

Big Kap 

Ay yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap 

Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte , $hort Dogg 

If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga 

Hook 

Bia Bia 

Why you actin' like a - like a 

Bia Bia 

Why you fussin' like a - like a 

Bia Bia 

Why you lookin' like a - like a 

Bia Bia 

Why you frontin' like a - like a 

REPEAT 

::Verse 1:: Well get 'em up 

Put 'em up 

Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up 

Well get 'em up 

Put 'em up 

Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up 

Well where you from nigga 

Where you from nigga 

God dammit motherfucka where you from 

Well where you from nigga 

Where you from nigga 

God dammit motherfucka where you from 

Well represent yo shit - represent yo shit 

Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique 

Represent yo shit - represent yo shit 

Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique 

Well you scared 

You scared 

Stop actin' like a bitch you scared 

You scared 

You scared 

Stop actin' like a bitch you scared 

Hook 

Chyna Whyte 

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 peoples off me 

What you know about that No Doze and coffee 

No sleep, I 'm lookin' 40 

With three bricks in a 740 

Bitch I ain't got time to party 

I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggaz 

Over a hot Benigan's dinner 

Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter 

Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain 

What you ain't know, this a hood thang 

All my thugs let ya wood swang 

Bitches make ya ass clap 

I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI 

Catch me drivin' DUI 

Look cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'm livin' or die 

Who on this track fuckin' with me, y'all is willin' to try 

Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's inside 

Motherfucka 

Hook 

Ludacris 

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 shot the globe 

I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the bows 

I rock the shows 

Pop, lock, and knock yo nose 

You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mob the flo' 

I mop and glow 

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 

Yo 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 

And then my voice got raaasty 

Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were dazed 

I was in the zone, coulda 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 

Hook 

Too $hort 

Bitch niggaz in the house tell me what's up 

A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up 

Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim 

Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick '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 motherfuckaz right in they mouth 

You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit 

Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch 

You little bitch, that's what the 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