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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
E-40
Künstler:in
Bone Crusher
Künstler:in
David Banner
Künstler:in
Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Earl Stevens
Komponist:in
J. Smith
Komponist:in
W. Hardenett
Komponist:in
L. Crump
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
David sparks dwiz
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Andrew Seidel
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Brian Garten
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Ray Seay
Mischtechniker:in
Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
Produzent:in
Letras
Hey, hey
Yeah, motherfucker walk up in the club, I mean I mean
And a **** be 70 deep
But if a **** let his motherfuckin' 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 fuck about how much money you got ****
It's about how you outsmart the next ****
Bitch-****, what the fuck's up! (what the fuck's up?)
(Anybody can get it!)
Ho-****, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch!
I'm in your grill now, **** what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now, **** what you gon' do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch!
Bows, hoes, money, roll
Mr. Whoop-Ass done stepped in the do' (bone crusher!)
Bring the pain, to your skull
Y'all **** 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 **** get dealt with swift-ily
I'm amazin', I always bring the heat
Pull the cake up through the ground if he fuckin' with me
Me and E-Fonzarelli, new Starsky and Hutch
Motherfucker don't act like you can't get touched
Grindin' **** bones up and we turn 'em to dust
As the crowd go ah-ooooh-ahh cause you know you fucked up
They don't wanna see me, nicknamed the realest
Don't believe me, ask them Adamsvillers
This ATL ****!
Bitch ****, what the fuck's up! (what the fuck's up?)
(Anybody can get it!)
Ho-****, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch!
I'm in your grill now, **** what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now, **** what you gon' do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch!
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 ****
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'
Motherfucker it's E-4-oh from the Valle-jo
Still rappin like I'm po' - bitch!
Bitch-****, what the fuck's up! (what the fuck's up?)
(Anybody can get it!)
Ho-****, go pull your skirts up
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch!
I'm in your grill now, **** what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now, bitch what you gon' do? (what you gon' do?)
I'm in your grill now, **** what you gon' do? (what you won't do?)
Don't think that you won't get touched, bitch!
I'ma kill motherfucker's ass if I have to
But is it worth it?, is the question that I ask you
To blast your punk-ass and leave 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' and ya home boy second, you first
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 don't give it to ya you bitch!
In your face, your back, your chest, neck and lungs
You want war, you will get it from Mr. Crawfordson
They call me really really doe, ain't no ho in my blood
A couple slugs bitches, you thugs'll give me a hug
Real gangster **** raise up
Y'all sticky ooh-wee **** blaze up
Or get yo' ass sprayed up, bitch ****!
And there you have it! (and there you have it)
Anybody can get it (anybody)
Don't act like you can't get touched, pimp
Yeah, my dude Bone Crusher (that's right)
Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz (yeah), David Banner
And E-40 Belafonte pimpskillet
Trust that, bitch! (Bitch)
Written by: Earl Stevens, J. Smith, L. Crump, Lavell W. Crump, W. Hardenett
