Bia' Bia' 2
Lil John & The Eastside Boyz
Popularity ยท Low
Listen
YouTube
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
Why you acting like a, like a
Why you fucking like a, like a
Why you looking like a, like a
Why you fronting like a, like a
Why you acting like a, like a
Why you fucking like a, like a
Why you looking like a, like a
Why you fronting like a, like a
Well get your hands up, get your hands up
God damn it motherfucker get your hands up
Get your hands up, get your hands up
God damn it motherfucker get your hands up
Well throw your clique up, throw your clique up
God damn it motherfucker throw your clique up
Throw your clique up, throw your clique up
God damn it motherfucker throw your clique up
Well what you looking at nigga?
What you looking at nigga?
What you looking at nigga?
What you looking at nigga?
What you looking at nigga?
What you looking at nigga?
What you looking at nigga?
What you looking at nigga?
Now what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
God damn it fuck nigga what you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
What you wanna do?
Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Why you acting like a, like a
Why you fucking like a, like a
Why you looking like a, like a
Why you fronting like a, like a
Why you acting like a, like a
Why you fucking like a, like a
Why you looking like a, like a
Why you fronting like a, like a
Pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's 'bout time somebody check you, you bitch ass punk
I heard you slapped your woman cause she told you the truth
Real niggas bring out the hoe in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul hoe, we chin check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor
Won't let a bitch breathe if she wanna be yours
You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without getting cussed out?
Every time you get mad you tell her get the fuck out
But I told her, I said it's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game, I rollie in my Caddy
When she yell my name, I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me you a player you can lie
Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite, Superfly, nigga
Why you acting like a, like a
Why you fucking like a, like a
Why you looking like a, like a
Why you fronting like a, like a
Why you acting like a, like a
Why you fucking like a, like a
Why you looking like a, like a
Why you fronting like a, like a
Boom boom, boom boom, let no shots
Double Glock Glock, nigga pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty South
Burn up the whole block, that's what this it be 'bout
Niggas living lawless, niggas labeled heartless
Gonna see who life is shortest
Regardless this whole world to me is garbage
Tryna reap my harvest, I'm starving
Lust in the life of bowling
Yet still tryna find my calling
And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain
Look up in the sky, all I see is rain
Ain't no sunshine, call me a morgue
But look I got canine bloodlines
With P9's and semi-autos
Ain't guaranteed tomorrow, night walk I borrow
I represent the slums, ate the crumbs
Now I'm reaching for a new height
Nothing but love and we glue tight
Raving renew tight, hustle for food tight
Who the dopest on the planet bitch? Chyna White
Why you acting like a, like a
Why you fucking like a, like a
Why you looking like a, like a
Why you fronting like a, like a
Why you acting like a, like a
Why you fucking like a, like a
Why you looking like a, like a
Why you fronting like a, like a