Top Songs By 8Ball
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Jon
Vocals
MJG
Vocals
8 Ball
Vocals
Craig Love
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Craig Love
Songwriter
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Songwriter
Marlon Goodwin
Songwriter
Premro Vonzellaire Smith
Songwriter
Sammie Norris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Jon
Producer
Chris Carmouche
Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Warren Bletcher
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Full of all kind of drugs, high as a giraffe
Pussy **** bet' not get too close
**** bet' not try to push me
We got them thangs, I mean them thangs that go bang, bang
Don't give a fuck who you with
Don't give a fuck if you got some change
Take your necklace, take your watch, and take your diamond rings
Way back in the game, when a **** used to have to sell rock cocaine
Right now today, I'ma grab the mic and bring the pain
Go fucking insane, everything I say go straight to your brain
Lil Jon on the beat, 'bout to tear this bitch up out the frame
You better leave if you think you just a little lame
Tuck your chain, don't get caught when this song here come on
Look at my face, that's gon' tell you **** something wrong
[Verse 2]
I heard you **** don't like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where your kids and your wife be, wife be
Bust a **** head to the white meat, white meat
I heard you **** don't like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where your kids and your wife be, wife be
Bust a **** head to the white meat, white meat
[Verse 3]
Real killers, tough ****, loud mouth rough ****
Can't stay outta handcuffs, **** ain't enough
**** to run up ****, I'm a artillery specialist
Never the fucking less, I get pimpin' naturally effortless
Comin' up outta regions where muhfuckers is needin'
MJG to speak for 'em, continue to see for 'em
I ran the street with 'em, concrete to feet with 'em
I made them hoes pick 'em, I made 'em go, stick 'em
Pimp tight MJ fucking G, I'm luckily
Married to this .45 under my fucking seat
Talkin', pullin' pistols out, and shootin' never shook me
You boys can't whoop me, listen what the hook be
[Verse 4]
I heard you **** don't like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where your kids and your wife be, wife be
Bust a **** head to the white meat, white meat
I heard you **** don't like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where your kids and your wife be, wife be
Bust a **** head to the white meat, white meat
[Verse 5]
We ain't scared of fuck ****, we ain't scared of whole cliques
Fuck them ****, take they hoes, and they motherfucking shit
We ain't scared of fuck ****, we ain't scared of whole cliques
Fuck them ****, take they hoes, and they motherfucking shit
You think you bad, ****? (What?)
You think you hard, ****? (What?)
A your clique ain't shit, we pull your card, **** (What?)
You think you bad, ****? (What?)
You think you hard, ****? (What?)
A your clique ain't shit, we pull your card, **** (What?)
We shoot a bird at a pussy ****
We roll on a pussy ****
I don't give a fuck, ****
Stole on that pussy ****
We shoot a bird at a pussy ****
We roll on a pussy ****
I don't give a fuck, ****
Stole on that pussy ****
[Verse 6]
I heard you **** don't like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where your kids and your wife be, wife be
Bust a **** head to the white meat, white meat
I heard you **** don't like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where your kids and your wife be, wife be
Bust a **** head to the white meat, white meat
[Verse 7]
Oh, we some head busters, oh, we some head busters
Oh, we'll crack a **** skull, we some head busters
Oh, we some head busters, oh, we some head busters
Oh, we'll crack a **** skull, we some head busters
Oh, we some head busters, oh, we some head busters
Oh, we'll crack a **** skull, we some head busters
Oh, we some head busters, oh, we some head busters
Oh, we'll crack a **** skull, we some head busters
Written by: Craig Love, Jonathan Smith, Marlon Goodwin, Premro Smith, Sammie Norris