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LIL' JON & THE EAST SIDE BOYZ LYRICS

"What You Gon' Do"
(feat. Lil Scrappy)

[Lil' Jon]
Yea
What...What
Check dis out right (Yea)
Lil' Jon and the motherfuking East Side Boyz
The Kings of Krunk
Back at you with some new shit
Now just because we went platinum and shit don't mean we gone change nigga
We the muthafuking Kings of Krunk and we gon' always keep this muthafucker krunk
Now let's talk about some more music

[Chorus]
If you roll up in the club and them niggas wanna fuck
When you step up to they face what they gon' do shit
If you roll up in the club and them hoes aren't acting up
When you step up to them hoes what they gon' do shit
What they gon' do shit [repeat 8 times]

[Lil' Jon]
Fuck nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the mouth gon' get you fucked up...
Fuck nigga what's up,
Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the mouth gon' get you fucked up...
You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click...
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click...
We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches
It's some East-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some West-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some North-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit
It's some South-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,
and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit

[Chorus]

[Lil' Scrappy]
My brains is taking in too much pain
I'm bout to explode first and then take names
But its cool lil' shorty don't be so alarmed
I learned to bruise nigga without jabbing the arm
I don't play wit muthafuckers cause this shit be real
Make ya hold ya breath longer than a navy seal
And them hoes will leave yo ass dead in the path
Like the way you came nigga yo dick from yo ass
I break bones with my niggas
Fuck hoes with my niggas
How the fuck you think I feel bout deforming yo figure
It's a close casket
For them hating basket
Its some g's that's real and some messed up fagots
Who you talking to bitch?
What you gon' do trick?
When its obvious to see that you aint gon' do shit
Lil' Scrappy the Prince and I aint taking no chump
I'm a quiet krunk nigga and fuck being the punk

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Yea... Yea... Yea
I'm looking round dis muthafuking club (What)
Them niggas still muthafuking looking over here and shit (looking over here and talking and shit)
Think we gonna get some muthafucking straightening in the muthafuker (Yea)
Dis what we gon' muthafuking do (What's up)
We gon' walk over to dis muthafucking niggas (Yea)
And talk to their ass like dis
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches' talk shit (What)
Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)
We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)

[Chorus]


[Thanks to titansg1@yahoo.com for these lyrics]
[Thanks to jrobinson3k1@yahoo.com, gmweaver@tlu.edu, SexynSpiceGrl007@aol.com for correcting these lyrics]

 

LIL' JON & THE EAST SIDE BOYZ LYRICS

"Put Yo Hood Up (Remix)"
(feat. Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte)

[Intro - Roy Jones Jr.]
Yeah this Roy Jones Jr.
Pound for pound the baddest thing throwin' down
The undisputed light heavyweight champion of the world
We about to knock niggas heads off with this put yo hood up remix
Lil' Jone and the East Side Boyz
Jadakiss, Petey Pablo, Chyna Whyte
Represent y'all in the hood tonight
Yeah, yeah, uh uh

[Hook]
Put yo hood up
Put yo hood up
Put yo hood up
Put yo hood up
Put yo click up
Put yo click up
Put yo click up
Put yo click up
Represent yo shit motherfucker
Represent yo shit motherfucker
Represent yo click motherfucker
Represent yo click motherfucker

[Verse 1 - Jadakiss]
I hold a 44 from the side angle
Gunshots below the waist'll make ya thigh dangle
Uh you know Kiss, all I do is puff hem all day
Gettin' money in the Bluff or on MLK
Since they brough gold back
I bought me a gold mack
To explode I leave ya back on Old National
I'm in a gentlemen's club with gentlemen thugs
But they call my hood pool dog cause we swimmin' in drugs
Get high, get drunk, and we get shit crunk
Violate you might die or just get jumped
Jadakiss, Lil' Jon and them Eastside Boyz
D-Block, every nigga got at least five toys
Double R till they put me in the ground
And I come back as a bullet, nigga put me in the pound
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared
What up niggas the remix, put yo hood up niggas

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Petey Pablo]
It's the dirty boy's home town, yeah bitch I'm on now
Act any motherfuckin' way I want cause shit I'm in my own house
Music - extra, extra loud
Shorties - extra, extra out
My flows - four mics, get The Source bitch and check it out
I came to knock this bastard down
Juic - ya bleedin' now
You be it - the Petey style
Why - hit the curb man I got 'em
With the open mouth
All I hear is oohs and awes
What ya mama said, damn Petey king now
Pow, I'm on they tails now
Helicopter well now
From Carolina to the ATL, it's hell now
Ah, simmer down, simmer down
Before they kick our ass out
Lil' Jon thanks for the sixteen, yeah now

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Chyna Whyte]
Ha ha, keep the fame nigga I'm in it for the dough
Fuck the glow, what's the sense if you ain't got cash to blow
I had to shift my gears from fast to slow
And get it past they time
Hopin' that when I call home they dead or press the nine
I bet yo hood can't fuck with mine
Ooh the language I speak when them people roll around
And niggas just don't crack they leak
And they too quick to quack they beak
You hungry nigga's ribs touchin' what
Now you want half my meat
You know the narrow
Nigga I still run with the four pound metals
Still lacin' the tracks with the pain of the ghetto
You boys livin' a dream like the Cosbys
And I'm tell ya one mo' time, no that ain't me on Foxy
Don't get it twisted I got hitters that'll do you in
And if the Feds come I got hitters that'll do my ten
With no problem, on every song I plant my flow blossom
From guns to gospel, Chyna Whyte AKA The Apostle

[Verse 5 - Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz]
Bia bia - put yo click up and shout it out loud
Bia bia - put yo click up and shout it out loud
Bia bia - get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd
Bia bia - get buck in the motherfuckin' crowd
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
We run this bitch, yo click ain't shit
Say nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you
Nigga fuck you - fuck you

[Hook]




From the Crunk juice album


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