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Knockin Heads Off
Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
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Yeah! (Yeah!)
Okay! (Okay, motherfucker!)
Y'all know who it is (Who is it?)
Lil Jon! (Uh huh)
The motherfuckin' Eastside Boyz (Biaaatch!)
I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too
We gon' do this for all the real motherfuckin' niggas!
Holla at them niggas, J!
Come on!
Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown
And bitches always wanna hit me like I just came home
But I still put the tools in your mouth
Niggas know that I'm a monster on the East but I'm huge in the South
'Cause it's evil in the trenches, and everybody starvin'
So to get the money right we put the Diesel on the Benjis
Down bottom, feel like the old days
Fuckin' with the corn liquor, ridin' 'round, listen to O'Jays
When you loadin' the clip, every slug got a catch
When you goin' to war, every thug got his match
SS baby blue Impala with the Mac in it
Big gold cup with rhinestones with my pack in it
It's like the jungle but the broads is fine
And if they ain't puffin' Crippy then it's Georgia Pine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style with
I'm a motherfuckin' problem to reconcile with
Nigga, what?
We knockin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
You wanna go, nigga? Let's go, nigga! (Okay!)
You wanna go, nigga? Let's go, nigga! (Okay!)
You wanna go, nigga? Let's go, nigga! (Okay!)
What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Pussy, niggas, lay it, down
Me and my, niggas, finna, clown
Pussy, niggas, lay it, down
Me and my, niggas, finna, clown
We throw our, fuckin', click, up
We give a fuck if you don't, like, us
We throw our, fuckin', click, up
We give a fuck if you don't, like, us
Don't, like, them, niggas
Can't, stand, that, bitch
Don't, like, them, niggas
Can't, stand, that, bitch
We'll, shut the, club, down
If y'all, niggas, wanna, clown
We'll, shut the, club, down
Bitch, say, so, now
We knockin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
You wanna go, nigga? Let's go, nigga! (Okay!)
You wanna go, nigga? Let's go, nigga! (Okay!)
You wanna go, nigga? Let's go, nigga! (Okay!)
What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Y'all know when the beat break down and shit
It's time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in here
Biaaatch! Biaaatch!
Now this what I want y'all niggas to do
All the real niggas and ladies out there
Y'all need to repeat after me, right now!
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in your motherfuckin' clique
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in your motherfuckin' clique
Man, fuck that shit, nigga, fuck that shit
Man, fuck that shit, nigga, fuck that shit
Man, fuck that shit, nigga, fuck that shit
Man, fuck that shit, nigga, fuck that shit
We knockin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off (Biaaatch!)
You wanna go, nigga? Let's go, nigga! (Okay!)
You wanna go, nigga? Let's go, nigga! (Okay!)
You wanna go, nigga? Let's go, nigga! (Okay!)
What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Yeah! (BME, ho!)
We up out this bitch (Ruff Ryders, ho!)
But before we leave, I gotta let my nigga tell you his name
I'm Holiday Styles, where the fuck you thuggin' at?
I knock off your head with a Louisville Slugger bat
P'll go to war and I ain't never have to bring a nigga
My gun is arm-length, my bullets like a finger, nigga
Call up Lil Jon and them Eastside Boyz
All I need is a little bomb and some Eastside toys
You can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouth
Sittin' on the roof with the fuckin' 30-30's out
Told you I'm a menace, y'all
I got enough guns to fill up the Lenox Mall
And the front parking lot
Coke still movin' good, blunts still spark a lot
Hustlin' with family, partyin' with murderers
D-Blockin' everything, shit, you probably heard of us
Yeah, I'm a rider, nigga
You ain't got a gun or a motherfuckin' knife
You ain't even gon' try it, nigga
Leave you with a hole, daddy
And for the fact that I'm in the Dirty South
I'll be bouncin' in the old Caddy
What? Motherfucker
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