Come on, yeah OK

Motherfucker, y'all know who it is

Lil' Jon, 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





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





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





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









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









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





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 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