Lil Jon - Knockin' Heads Off lyrics

[Lil' Jon] Yeah (yeah) OK (ok) motherf**er (motherf**er) Y'all know who it is (who is it?) Lil' Jon, them motherf**in' East Side Booooyz (yeah, yeah) I got my n***a Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son) We gon' do this for all the real motherf**in' n***as (Uh uh uh uh yo) Holla at them n***as J, come on [Jadakiss] Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown And b**hes always wanna hit me like I just came home But I still put the tools in ya mouth n***as 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 f**in' 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 n***a to style with My motherf**in' problem to reconcile with n***a what [Hook] We knockin' heads off, yeah We knockin' heads off, yeah We knockin' heads off, motherf**in' heads off yeah We knockin' heads off, yeah We knockin' heads off, yeah We knockin' heads off, motherf**in' heads off yeah You wanna go n***a Let's go ho You wanna go n***a Let's go ho You wanna go n***a Let's go ho You wanna go n***a Let's go ho What...what...what...what...what [Lil' Jon] We lettin' it go n***a Let's go ho We lettin' it go n***a Let's go ho We lettin' it go n***a Let's go ho What...what...what...what...what p**y...n***as...lay it...down Me and my...n***as...fixin'...clown p**y...n***as...lay it...down Me and my...n***as...fixin'...clown We throw our...f**in'...click up We give a f** if you don't...like us We throw our...f**in'...click up We give a f** if you don't...like us Don't...like...them...n***as Can't...stand..that...b**h Don't...like...them...n***as Can't...stand..that...b**h We'll...shut the...club down If y'all...n***as...wanna clown We'll...shut the...club down b**h...say...something now [Hook] [Lil' Jon] Whaaaat....Whaaaaat Y'all know when the beat breakdown and sh** What's up, what's up It's time to get motherf**in' buck wild in this biiiitch Now this what I want y'all n***as to do, what's up All the real n***as and ladies out there, OK Y'all need to repeat after me, right now I ain't scared of no n***a, I ain't scared of no b**h I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherf**in' click I ain't scared of no n***a, I ain't scared of no b**h I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherf**in' click Man f** that sh** n***a, f** that sh** man Man f** that sh** n***a, f** that sh** man Man f** that sh** n***a, f** that sh** man Man f** that sh** n***a, f** that sh** [Hook] [Lil' Jon] Yeah, BME ho, we up out this b**h Ruff Ryders ho, what's up But before we leave I gotta let my n***a tell you his name [Styles] I'm Holiday Styles, where the f** 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 n***a My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger n***a 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 f**in' 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, sh** you probably heard of us Yeah I'm a Ryder n***a, you ain't got a gun Or a motherf**in' 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 - motherf**er