[Intro: E-40]
When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean I mean
And a nigga be 70 deep
But if a nigga let his motherfuckin scrotum hang over his shoulder
And come up and do a WALK-BY on your bitch-ass
It's nay-thun
Don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
[Hook: Lil Jon & E-40]
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up! (what the fuck's up?)
Anybody can get it!
Ho, niggas, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!
[Verse 1: Bone Crusher]
Bows, hoes, money, roll
Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do'
(BONE CRUSHER!) Bring the pain, to your skull
Y'all niggas don't want a fight, all y'all want is a hug
Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug
Let's take it to the grass and we'll see what's up
Y'all knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggas get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin with me
Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & Hutch
Motherfucker don't act like you can't get touched
Grindin' niggas bones up and we turn 'em to dust
As the crowd go ah-OOOOH-AHH cause you know you fucked up
They don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest
Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers
This ATL nigga!
When a motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean I mean
And a nigga be 70 deep
But if a nigga let his motherfuckin scrotum hang over his shoulder
And come up and do a WALK-BY on your bitch-ass
It's nay-thun
Don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
[Hook: Lil Jon & E-40]
Bitch, nigga, what the fuck's up! (what the fuck's up?)
Anybody can get it!
Ho, niggas, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!
[Verse 1: Bone Crusher]
Bows, hoes, money, roll
Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do'
(BONE CRUSHER!) Bring the pain, to your skull
Y'all niggas don't want a fight, all y'all want is a hug
Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug
Let's take it to the grass and we'll see what's up
Y'all knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep
Twinkie soft niggas get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin with me
Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & Hutch
Motherfucker don't act like you can't get touched
Grindin' niggas bones up and we turn 'em to dust
As the crowd go ah-OOOOH-AHH cause you know you fucked up
They don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest
Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers
This ATL nigga!
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