Yeah yeah one time (Uh Oh) your right Baby D be checking in   by A-T-L (Uh Oh)   With my home boy, Bone Crusher(Uh Oh) and a my homie Dru, two, oh c'mon dunk(15x)(Uh Oh 2x)(Bring it On, what?)(6x)      (Chorus)   It's going down in this bitch tonight, nigga   It's going down in this bitch tonight, biatch   It's going down in this bitch tonight, nigga   It's going down in this bitch tonight, tell   (He ain't saying nothing 8x)(What these niggas 8x)(What)      (Verse 1)   (Baby D)   I;m gonna send it to your city   We gonna act a damn clown   Put it down for all my niggas reppin' that funky A-Town   It don't matter where you from shawty do what you do   Rep your city let me see ya throw it up 'cause I'm a rep mine too   LA to Tennesse all the way to the NYC   I'm talking bout the side but I know its Double O to P   Known for getting the club pumped up and outta control   And making them girls come up up outta they clothes   24's I found some dro and we do the damn thing   Sip Champagne in the VIP is just a part of the game   But who's to blame when the clubs getting buck ass wild   It's them boys from the A throwing bows in the crowd   Keep talking loud and watch it man, I'll shut you up   Cause I'm the butta-sudder but your bound to get stuck   You better duck, or get your ass stomped to the ground   If you don't know by now it's about to go down      (Chorus)      (Verse 2)   (Dru)   I can't believe it we keep on ryhmin   Don't make me go out in silence   Talking when we just resort to violence   Talkin just can't just stop those problems   Back in the club   We pushin those bottles   Have to be drinkin   What is yall thinking?   What?   It aint goin down   bitch we blowin up the nation   Paper chasin   Leavin them trails blazin   Only hell can save em   God can raise em   Had to take em   Don't throw parky evermo   Holiday rapin   D-R-U is scared of payton   Whatcha say?   Absoultly nothing partner   Pullin' them down I'm captivatin'   Living this life it has to go down   Ridin' around to push and the pound   Any mo?   Smokin the dro   Wallet with money is shakin' with dough   Kickin them dough   Just makin sho   I am getting down to get loot   Except my struggles   Halleiugh   Messin with family I will do ya   I aint got no reason to lie   Now its head of the season when I see you we ride   We ain't gonna even reply   Shawty, we lettin' em fly   We throwin em up   And lettin' em know it's goin' down tonight      (Chorus)      (Verse 3)   (Bonecrusher)   So you're saying you want to get physical   So catch enough from this bitch boy I'm sick of you   Bitch boy, I'm down for the tussel   Show you what's up under this fat, it's the muscle   Mr. Killa   We're right to your jaw   I'm drillin' ya   So what the f**k it is tight   Nigga yeah I aint never scared   If you rather your hand   Where the f**k niggas fled   Where my soldiers man?   When I give the command   Leave his body in his shoes   Where the f**k nigga stands   Run through yall   From the ???? to the Squad   We be doin' yall   We leave them all stanky like   Horse manure ya'll   Yo it's personal to me   Like a mother f**kers want it   You know what I mean   I'm straight from the field   Headin to swats   So you best f**king smarten up or I'll show you what I got      (Chorus 2x)