Aiyyo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap   Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte   (Ludacris nigga)   Short Dog   (Ay, tell them niggaz, what's up though)   If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga!      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 lookin' like a, like a   (Push 'em off, push 'em off)      Bia Bia   (Get 'em up, get 'em up)   Why you frontin' 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 lookin' like a, like a   (Push 'em off, push 'em off)      Bia Bia   (Get 'em up, get 'em up)   Why you frontin' like a, like a   (Push 'em off, push 'em off)      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?)      Goddammit, motherfucker, where you from?   (Where you from?)   Well, where you from, nigga?   (Where you from?)      Where you from, nigga?   (Where you from?)   Goddammit, 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)      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 lookin' like a, like a   (Push 'em off, push 'em off)      Bia Bia   (Get 'em up, get 'em up)   Why you frontin' like a, like a   (Push 'em off, push 'em off)      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' 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 Bennigan'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 A S C A P and B M I, catch me drivin' D U I   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      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 lookin' like a, like a   (Push 'em off, push 'em off)      Bia Bia   (Get 'em up, get 'em up)   Why you frontin' like a, like a   (Push 'em off, push 'em off)      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 yo nose   You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mop the flo'   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   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 raspy      '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      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 lookin' like a, like a   (Push 'em off, push 'em off)      Bia Bia   (Get 'em up, get 'em up)   Why you frontin' like a, like a   (Push 'em off, push 'em off)      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