Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz — Bia Bia

[Intro: Big Kap] Ayo, check this out, supreme figure nigga Big Kap Rockin with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga) $hort Dog (Ayy, tell them niggas what's up though) If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga [Chorus: Lil' Jon & Big Kap] 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 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 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 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) [Verse 1: Lil' Jon] 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, motherfucker, where you from? (Where you from?) Well where you from, nigga? (Where you from?), where you from, nigga? (Where you from?) Goddamn it, motherfucker, where you from? (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), 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) [Chorus: Lil' Jon & Big Kap] 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 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 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 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) [Verse 2: 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-Doz and coffee? No sleep, I'm lookin' forty with three bricks in a seven-forty Bitch, I ain't got time to party I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggas Over a hot Bennigan's dinner Thinkin' how I'ma cop the six 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 your wood swang, bitches, make your 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' to die Who on this track fuckin' with me? Y'all is willin' to try Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker [Chorus: Lil' Jon & Big Kap] 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 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 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 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) [Verse 3: 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 shocked the globe I clock the hoes, lock do's 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 & 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 your ass ain't blaze [Chorus: Lil' Jon & Big Kap] 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 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 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 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) [Verse 4: Too $hort] Bitch niggas 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 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 motherfuckers right in they 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'!