Lil Jon and The Eastside Boyz bme blick feat the bme allstar Lyrics

Verse 1 Bezel
Whateva Bezel give ya goin be fi yi yi
Drop some acid in ya drink make ya see ta da
I don't care if my girl just a leg n' a thigh
She better spread her thighs let me hear her ayi yi yi
They say if you wait a little while good things'll come
Drink come get yours but you blink and it's gone
Patient dude I really can't wait that long
Been layin fools down way before that 8ball song
I Like that benze go ahead and run that man
Boy you'ze a ho I think you jwanna man
It's not your boy from D12
It's ATL
One of the sickest dudes out they like ain't he well
Adamville ain't changed
It's still the same
They thought knockin' ??? would stop the cane
Boss the plane they livin' on fantasy island
Double move if a quake made Atlanta Island

Verse 2 Don P
This ya boy Don P
AKA get away from me
I don't play I just ride
How they gon' see n____ I don't hide
Never had a watch so I never had the time
Always had money but I stayed on the grind
Girls give me head so I gotta million miles
World's most wanted I done did a million crimes
Gotta be (established?) that I'm twice platinum
Gimme some s___e n____ back back some
Ain't really smart but ain't that dumb
????? n____ you can keep it crunk
I don't drop hits n____ I drop bombs
Forget bein' a star n____ I'm a f___in' sun
n____ lookin' at me talkin' 'bout it's all good
Kings of crunk n____ comin through yo hood
Bi*ch

Verse 3 Black Boi
See I ain't come to play
I came to spit bars inside cars
To let you n____s know where I stay
285 way don't miss the byway
On my high way
Eastside we on that remi and that purple 'round my way
Okay boy now let me spit it's Black Boi
On this here and boy I'm real wit this s___
I rip drawers off take yo b____ off
Cuz you knew before you came in my room girl you was so sawed off
Was I wrote off? Oh Nooo
I was strapped at it b____
Before you close the door now dats fa sho
We on that dro when you get up out my car b____ don't slam my door
m_________a

Verse 3 Dirty Mouth
ATL is my home
And know my hip keep that chrome
For the ones who talkin' s___
They better leave me alone
I ain't playin' no games
I'm just out for this fame
Gettin' this money is how I see ya gettin' blow from the jane
Keep your distance I'm 'bout to start movin' this chain
This hollow tip gon' be rainin' on the top of ya brain
Hot like lava I'm loadin up this chrome problem solva
So watch ya back 'cause here I come dropin' bodies like bombers
This smith n wessen is gonna teach you haters a lesson
All you n____s keep on stressin how we smoke up the essence
This herbal session just keep a n____ full of confession
So while I'm diggin' in your purse I keep that heat for protection
Now gimme your loot
This m_________a gon' make me pimp shoot
This m_________a think I'm plannin' think I'm roody like poo
You think I'm gravy I told you boys don't play me for lame
This m_________a that wanted to listen I took his a__ out the game bi*ch

Verse 4 LA
T-R-Y M-E p____ n____
Lil LA off in this bi*ch
Ready to bust yo f___in' s___
b____ rich n____ if you wanna talk that bullshit
Gon' hate I ain't stun ya runnin' up I'll get ya split
From the bottom to the top
Top to bottom you will go
Naw ho I ain't the n____ to be f___in' wit fo
Sic 'em git 'em split 'em hit 'em
Tear that n____ a__ up
I kill for fun mayne and
I ain't jokin mayne
What's up back up f___ n____
Who you takin to
Yeah scary a__ n____ we comin' for you
If you wanna talk s___ better be prepared
To live and die in the m_________in' ATL yeah

Verse 5 Yo Gotti
Ain't nothin' like a good a__ whoopin' to set it off
Come how you want it b____ and ya p____ a__ off
Them little n____s ain't gon' fight
So I'ma shoot first
Big n____ wanna tustle so put them hands to work
Decatur want it Decatur ready Decatur dead in the end
Ho click mo b____ than a ???
Chyna and fate wishin yo bi*ch a__ dead
Crunker then a dog in the south west gate
I got h*** shakin they a__ I got it made
Real bed bust head with a work and the mail
What's that smell ya dead a__ in a hotel
No evidence cuz the gun in the chair
Cramp in my leg from sittin in the car and waitin
Lil Jon and the esb finna put they hands on ya
Got claim on yo life the hitman I be
You want the job done just holla at me, yeah

Verse 6 Bo Hagon
I can't feel the ground the beneath me
one of these hoes is down to freak me
Haters they shoot rounds to leak me
Have my family sittin' 'round to weep me
Life as a hustla an everyday struggler tryin' to double up
And I ain't a f___in' juggler if you ever try to trouble us
Better knuckle up
The streets they know what it is
They know what the fake they know what the real
They go for the kill do what you feel hop in the 'lac flash ya grill
Show your gold throw your bows
Stay on ya toes and don't trust these hoes
Play ya part and do ya thang
Always put money before the fame

Verse 7 Lil Bo
Y'all n____s don't wanna see me
Runnin' 'round here hatin' on me
Wanna know what I do wit my cheese
'84 Silerado Chevy
Now I can buy that nine eleven
And I can get that Escalade
Bout to hit the corner pop the trunk and let that thang spray
Reppin that GA decatur's where I stay
Nothin but real n____s and b____es out here 'round my way
Lil Bo I be that n____ quick to pull a trigger
An' put some lead in the head of a f___ n____

Verse 8 Big Sam
Woke up this mornin n____
With a pump and my hand on the trigger
Had a dream last night I was bein' hated on by a bunch of these f___ n____s
These n____s done made me slip now into my alias now
Coup de gras SWAT officers and all these haters and these n____s right now
Frankly I'm hot and p___ed
This s___ is ludacris
Same n____s you grew up wit n____
Same n____s get they wig split
So keep flexin' and talkin and get your a__ whipped
m_________a you must not know who you f___in' wit
I'm DJ 64 that n____ XL
Big Sam sayin' this s___ to let you know what's real
You b____ b____ ho ho
a__ a__ n____ n____