Snap Ya Fingers (dirty) Lyrics - Lil Jon & Eastside Boyz

(Intro:) 

What's happenin'? Dis ya boy Lil Jon! BME Clik 

What's up 40? What's happenin'? 

What's up Sean Paul? What's happenin'? 

Hey! Now ladies and gentlemen it's about dat time 

To turn this thang on out 

Now let me see everybody do this 

Hey! Let's go! 

(Chorus: 2x) 

Snap ya fingers! Do ya step! 

You can do it all by yo self! 

Let me see you do it! Ay! 

Let me see you do it! Ay! 

(Lil Jon:) 

Snap ya fingers and then rock wit it 

Do it, do it, do it, do it, gon drop wit it 

Do a step wit it, put ya hips wit it 

All my ladies let me see ya put a twist wit it 

You can't do like me, I'm by myself 

I do it so good, I don't need nobody else 

What's happenin', what's up 

Got da purp fired up 

What's happenin', what's up 

Got Patrone in my cup 

I pop, I drank 

I'm on Patrone and purp, I can't thank 

I'm blowed, to tha do' 

don't know how tha hell I'm gettin home 

(Chorus: (2x) 

(E-40:) 

Straight from da bay, posted in tha 'A' 

Bout to hit tha club, we been mobbin' all day 

Drinkin' some Rossi, dyin' off Patrone 

VIP style, strapped wit my chrome 

Look around tha club, what do I see 

Everybody rockin' from side to side to tha beat 

Snappin' they fingers, bouncin' to tha groove 

All by they self, that's tha new move 

Nigga where I'm from, we like to go dumb 

I'm soakin' up tha game, I'm seein' how its done 

I ask shawty what they call it, she said tha Pool Palace 

Staright from Bankhead, I said you good at it 

Do what cha do, you and ya crew 

They even got playa's and thugs doin' it too 

The mo' that I drank, tha more it's lookin' smooth 

It's nuthin to a boss, I can do tha shit too 

(Chorus: 2x) 

(Sean Paul:) 

Chillin' in tha bip, yeah we get crunk 

Niggas poppin' bottles and these bitches gettin' drunk 

Rollin' up tha kush, put it in tha air 

I'm throwin' up tha E's to let em' know we in here 

Brand new shoes, brand new tool 

Pull out tha ol school, 'cause I'm feelin' real cool 

Yeah I'm from tha 'A', so I'm leanin' and rockin' 

Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock BITCH! 

Reppin' my block BITCH!, straight from tha deck 

When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck 

Smokin' on tha best, we don't fuck wit dat mess 

I bet you can't do it, do it, do it like this 

Yeah I'm back to tha track, back to tha snap 

1, 2 step, then you gotta lean back 

Dis is how we do it in tha 'A town' 

(and if you ain't know) this how it go down 

(Chorus: 2x) 

Hey! Hey!