When a mother****er walk up in the club, I mean I mean
 And a nigga be 70 deep
 But if a nigga let his mother****in scrotum hang over his shoulder
 And come up and do a WALK-BY on your bitch-ass
 It's nay-thun
 Don't give a **** about how much money you got nigga
 It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
 
 
[Chorus: Lil Jon]
 Bitch, nigga, what the ****'s up!
 (Anybody can get it!)
 Hoe, niggaz, go pull your skirts up
 Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!
 I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
 I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do?
 I'm in your grill now, nigga what you gon' do?
 Don't think that you won't get touched, BITCH!
 
 
[Bone Crusher]
 Hoes, hoes, money, roll
 Mr. Whup-Ass done stepped in the do'
 (BONE CRUSHER!) Bring the pain, to your skull
 Y'all niggaz don't want a fight, all y'all want is a hug
 Your bark is worse than your bite, with your mean mug
 Let's take it to the grass and we'll see what's up
 Y'all knows about me, Mr. Streetsweep
 Twinkie soft niggaz get dealt with swift-ily
 I'm amazin; I always bring the heat
 Pull the cake up through the ground if he ****in with me
 Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky & Hutch
 Mother****er don't act like you can't get touched
 Grindin niggaz bows up and we turn 'em to dust
 As the crowd go ah-OOOOH-AHH cause you know you ****ed up
 They don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest
 Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers
 This A-T-L nigga!
 
 
[Chorus]
 
 
[E-40]
 I sit at the bar and tear up hundred dollar bills
 My car, my Hummer got 26 inch rims
 I'm a star on my side of the earth, I bleed the block
 Promethazine, codeine, water and hubba rock
 Million dollar dreams and fiends and things of that nature
 Triple beams and things and T-Mobile paint ya
 Told myself - I need to stop pushin hop
 I need to stop pushin hop so I can buy a WingStop
 My young hyenas be bustin guns, mashin and pistol packin
 Smokin so much 'dro that our lungs feel like they collapsin
 Trick I see you and yo' partners laughin
 Jaw-jackin and scammin and plottin
 Old soft-ass, medicated, cotton-ass nigga
 You're out of line I told you once befo' it's dubya dot
 Bust a Head dot com, on mine, hit the flo'!
 And don't come back no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
 Mother****er it's E-4-oh from the Valle-jo
 Still rappin like I'm po' - BEOTCH!
 
 
[Chorus]
 
 
[David Banner]
 I'ma kill a mother****er's ass if I have to
 But is it worth it is the question that I ask you
 To blast your punk-ass
 And is you bleedin, only to give Satan a damn good
 reason to play with me, look bitch I'm sayin
 You don't listen 'less that tec-9 sprayin yo' ass
 Glass breakin in your home boy, thinkin you fast
 I never mash out, 'til the iron smack up yo' body
 Then you pass out, I pray to God for peace
 I done best to get my black ass out of these streets
 But y'all don't listen 'less I'm cussin and bustin the shit
 You keep beggin, and I'ma give it to ya you bitch!
 In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs
 You want war, you will get it for Mr. Crawfordson
 They call me really really doe, ain't no hoe in my blood
 A couple slugs bitch you thugs'll give me a hug
 Real gangster niggaz raise up
 Y'all sticky ooh-wee niggaz blaze up
 or get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch nigga!
 
 
[E-40]
 And there you have it! (And there you have it)
 Anybody can get it (anybody)
 Don't act like you can't get touched, peeyimp!
 Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher (that's right)
 Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz (yeahh!) David Banner
 And E-40 Belafonte pimpskillet
 Trust that, BOTCH! BEOTCH!!