[Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys]. Come on yeah OK. Motherfucker y'all know who it is. Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys them motherfuckin' East Side Booooyz. I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too (D-Block live son). We gon' do this for all the real motherfuckin' niggas. (Uh uh uh uh yo). Holla at them niggas J come on. [Jadakiss]. Yeah 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 ya mouth. Niggas know that I'm a monster on the East but I'm huge in the South. This is evil in the trenches and everybody starvin'. So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches. "Down Bottom" feel like the ol' days. Fuckin' with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O'Jays. When we loadin' the clip every slug gotta catch. When you goin' to war every thug got his match. SS baby blue Impala with the mack 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' crippie then this Georgia fine. Listen I'm the wrong nigga to style with. My motherfuckin' problem to reconcile with. Nigga what. [Hook]. We knockin' heads off yeah. We knockin' heads off yeah. We knockin' heads off motherfuckin' heads off yeah. We knockin' heads off yeah. We knockin' heads off yeah. We knockin' heads off motherfuckin' heads off yeah. You wanna go nigga. Let's go ho. You wanna go nigga. Let's go ho. You wanna go nigga. Let's go ho. You wanna go nigga. Let's go ho. What...what...what...what...what. [Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys]. We lettin' it go nigga. Let's go ho. We lettin' it go nigga. Let's go ho. We lettin' it go nigga. Let's go ho. What...what...what...what...what. Pussy...niggas...lay it...down. Me and my...niggas...fixin'...clown. Pussy...niggas...lay it...down. Me and my...niggas...fixin'...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...something now. [Hook]. [Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys]. Whaaaat....Whaaaaat. Y'all know when the beat breakdown and shit. What's up what's up. It's time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in this biiiitch. Now this what I want y'all niggas to do what's up. All the real niggas and ladies out there OK. 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 ya motherfuckin' click. I ain't scared of no nigga I ain't scared of no bitch. I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click. Man fuck that shit nigga fuck that shit man. Man fuck that shit nigga fuck that shit man. Man fuck that shit nigga fuck that shit man. Man fuck that shit nigga fuck that shit. [Hook]. [Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys]. Yeah BME ho we up out this bitch. Ruff Ryders ho what's up. But before we leave. I gotta let my nigga tell you his name. [Styles]. I'm Holiday Styles where the fuck you thuggin' at. I knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger bat. P'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a nigga. My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger nigga. Call up Lil Jon And The Eastside Boys and them East Side Boyz. All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side 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. I told you I'm a menace y'all. I got enough guns to fill up the Lennox Mall. In the front parking lot coke still movin' good. Guns still sparke a lot. Hustlin' with family partyin' with murderers. D-Block and everything shit you probably heard of us. Yeah I'm a Ryder nigga you ain't got a gun. Or a motherfuckin' knife you ain't even gon' try us. I'll 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. .