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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Scrappy
Performer
DJ Michael "5000" Watts
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl Richardson Ii
Songwriter
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Emperor Searcy
Executive Producer
Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith
Producer
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Cantrell
Recording Engineer
Lil Jon
Mixing Engineer
Rob McDowell
Executive Producer
Tom Whalley
Executive Producer
Vince Phillips
Executive Producer
Warren Bletcher
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
It's so groovy, ****
I ain't that, I ain't that
Hey, Lil' John
Hand me the beat, ****
Show these **** what it really is
BME click, it's goin' down tonight
This is for everybody in the club you know
The street that wanna know what the fuck goin' on in dis bitch
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
That **** eyein' me, that **** eyein' me
Fuck, **** eyein', he keep on eyein' me
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
That **** tryin' me, that **** tryin' me
Fuck, **** tryin' me, he keep on tryin' me
Fuck the bullshit, beat that ass to the floor
He twistin' and he shakin' like a goddamn hoe
Don't run or bat me, always tryin' to attack me
Destroy your brain cells from the heads I be clappin'
Buck, buck all day, buck, buck all night
Damn right, I beat ya ass in the goddamn fight
Don't stand so close, getcha damn nose broke
Tryna gimme dap when you see me, bitch, you ain't my folk
You be tryin' me, I'm a thug ass G
I'ma switch you sideways, I'ma charge a post-up fee
Thug straight trappin' 'til I get rich off this rappin'
I ain't got no friends, gotta watch who's heads I be snappin'
Flippin' and flappin' at the mouth, yeah, it's off the chain
We're pimpin' on a real bitch, just to get brain
What, what the fuck is you tryin' me for?
I ain't, I ain't bitch, bitch, no, no, I ain't hoe
What the fuck is you tryin' me for?
I ain't, I ain't bitch, bitch, no, no, I ain't hoe
What the fuck is you tryin' me for?
I ain't, I ain't bitch, bitch, no, no, I ain't hoe
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
That **** eyein' me, that **** eyein' me
Fuck, **** eyein' me, he keep on eyein' me
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
That **** eyein' me, that **** eyein' me
Fuck, **** eyein' me, he keep on eyein' me
What the fuck is goin' on?
I beat the fuck out ya ass an' run ya bitch ass home
I'ma young thug ****, I ain't no fuckin' joke
If I ain't no lame ****, what the fuck you eyein' for?
Talkin' all that shit, bitch, take it outside
Pop ya 'bout three times, now ya turn clockwise, I ain't playin, I done been tried
Damn near took a life, used to call me Chuckie
'Cause I stabbed a man with a knife
My life tatted on my neck, so you best respect
We thug stylin' BME, leavin' hoes pussy wet
All I punch is **** dawg, I don't fight no bitch
I gotta hoe in the car, that'll get up in this shit
I'm gone an' pissed off, my brains an' nerve lost
I carry my own coffee, you spill, you get tossed
An' last but not least, bitch, quit tryin' me
You ain't got no business mothafuckin' eyein' me
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
That **** eyein' me, that **** eyein' me
Fuck, **** eyein', he keep on eyein' me
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
That **** eyein' me, that **** eyein' me
Fuck, **** eyein', he keep on eyein' me
What, the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
That **** eyein' me, that **** eyein' me
Fuck, **** eyein', he keep on eyein' me
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
That **** eyein' me, that **** eyein' me
Fuck, **** eyein', he keep on eyein' me
Hataz dress to impress but they missed a spot
It takes chest to distress the longevity plot
But I gotta 380 waitin' so, keep ya eyes up off me
Keep ya eyes off my dick an' get ya own damn money
Hataz dress to impress but they missed a spot
It takes chest to distress the longevity plot
But I gotta 380 waitin' so, keep ya eyes up off me
Keep ya eyes off my dick an' get ya own damn money
You bony mothafucka, getcha head split right open
I do it in the street an' leave ya neighborhood spoken
An' they hopin' that the mothafuckin' war is over
These lyrics so diverse that a click clack an' break ya shoulder
I done rolled up on the south side of the Av
If you keep lookin', I'ma bust ya ass in ya face
I ain't gon' bless, I'ma just make an example
All that unloyal shit gon' getcha fuck ass toppled
When I cock back, my piece is gonna sound like? Bam?
Hit ya ass so hard, the fuckin' crowd say,? Damn
You just got knocked the fuck out"
That's the way we do **** that's eyein' in the south
You just got knocked the fuck out"
That's the way we do **** that's eyein' in the south
You just got knocked the fuck out"
That's the way we do **** that's eyein' in the south
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
That **** eyein' me, that **** eyein' me
Fuck, **** eyein', he keep on eyein' me
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
What, what the fuck, let's go, bring it on?
That **** eyein' me, that **** eyein' me
Fuck, **** eyein', he keep on eyein' me
Written by: Darryl Richardson, Darryl Richardson Ii, Jonathan "Lil Jon" Smith