Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
its yo mutha fuckin nigga Lil Jon (ok)
aka Quabo Jones (that's right)
checkin in with that boy David Banner (yeah)
and check this out right (whats up)
all ya'll fuck niggas (fuck niggas)
need to get the fuck out the club (get out bitch)
all yall hatin' niggas (what)
get the fuck out the club (get out)
cuz u talkin that shit (yeah)
some shit might happen to yo bitch ass
Might getcha jaw broke, might getcha wig split.
Might getcha car shot up, might getcha dome kicked
might getcha kidnapped, might getcha neck snapped.
might getcha fellin' hurt thinkin' that you just a wrap!
(Banner)
Like a little angry bitch.
Comin' down screamin' out "South Side" and shit
Mississippi, dick sucker, keep my name off ya lips
Ya don't know me plus this gun lay right on my hip.
Bustin' slugs at yo bitch ass.
Aww shit Banner done it again
700 on them dubs I done spun it again, shit
Ya'll prolly thaught a nigga fell off da roof
I was in Mexico sippin' Sauza
With a Latin bitch, dippin' tha grain.
Mississippi, mutha fucka, ain't a damn thang changed.
But cha SWATS, and ya'll hoe's
I went from four, ta twelve gold
I went from fat ass tires ta low pro's
I went from bein' alone ta first chose.
You went from talking that shit ta broke nose.
I went from preachin' to thugs ta sellin' dope.
(Chorus)
We From he M...I... Crooked letter, crooked letter, I, Crooked letter crooked letter I, hump back humpback I, make 'em wanna die!
Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah its yo mutha fuckin nigga Lil Jon (ok) aka Quabo Jones (that's right) checkin in with that boy David Banner (yeah) and check this out right (whats up) all ya'll fuck niggas (fuck niggas) need to get the fuck out the club (get out bitch) all yall hatin' niggas (what) get the fuck out the club (get out) cuz u talkin that shit (yeah) some shit might happen to yo bitch ass
Might getcha jaw broke, might getcha wig split. Might getcha car shot up, might getcha dome kicked might getcha kidnapped, might getcha neck snapped.
might getcha fellin' hurt thinkin' that you just a wrap!
(Banner)
Like a little angry bitch.
Comin' down screamin' out "South Side" and shit Mississippi, dick sucker, keep my name off ya lips Ya don't know me plus this gun lay right on my hip. Bustin' slugs at yo bitch ass. Aww shit Banner done it again 700 on them dubs I done spun it again, shit Ya'll prolly thaught a nigga fell off da roof I was in Mexico sippin' Sauza
With a Latin bitch, dippin' tha grain. Mississippi, mutha fucka, ain't a damn thang changed. But cha SWATS, and ya'll hoe's I went from four, ta twelve gold I went from fat ass tires ta low pro's I went from bein' alone ta first chose. You went from talking that shit ta broke nose. I went from preachin' to thugs ta sellin' dope.
(Chorus)
We From he M...I... Crooked letter, crooked letter, I, Crooked letter crooked letter I, hump back humpback I, make 'em wanna die!
I will add more tomarrow.