Sam Norris - Uhh Ohhh lyrics

Chorus: Bo Hagon X2 Get crunk in this motherf**er Drunk in this motherf**er n***a step up and get stomped in this motherf**er Dumped in this motherf**er Stuck in this motherf**er p**y act up and get f**ed in this motherf**er Verse 1 Lil Jon Eastside, n***a (westside, b**h) Northside, n***a (southside, b**h) Eastside, n***a (westside b**h) Northside, n***a (southside b**h) If your click in this b**h and they talkin' much sh** Say f** that sh**, say f** that sh** All the girls in the club that don't really give a f** Say f** that sh**, say f** that sh** Now get crunk (get crunk) get buck (get buck) Throw your motherf**ing middle finger up (throw it up) Now get crunk (get crunk) get buck (get buck) Throw your motherf**ing middle finger up Now push that hoe-a** n***a out your motherf**ing way Now push that hoe-a** n***a out your motherf**ing way Now push that hoe-a** n***a out your motherf**ing way What, what, what, what, what Verse 2 Khujo Split with the craziest Keep talkin get yo wig split Ain't no diss Keep pushin me unless unless you wanna get hit Uh uh you too drunk Got ?? with lock two fist ready to pump Khujo in this motherf**ker ready to stomp Play these hoes like d** Get one pa** one Disrespect poke these n***as in the eye Wit a blunt big boy we got them D- d** Ain't nobody gonna smell ya Standing on top take these n***as lunch for free Cla** of nine images ?? khujo capital G Double o d ie mob Wit my n***a LJ (Lil Jon) and ESB (eastside boyz) My n***a My n***a My n***a Bo Hizzee Chorus x2 Verse 3 Bo hagon I raised wit k**ers I ran wit dealers Smoke a blunt a day for my locked away n***as My bread is stacked up The club is packed up My gage is racked up so don't you even act up I've been dead wrong So that sh** won't be new to me Aside from k**ing me There ain't sh** you can do to me It's real for you to see Peep out of whats not Dippin through the projects to find a small spot Yeah he from the backwudz Bo hagon is his nizzame I spit 5 sh** for GA and that done cizzame The done came to cizzame To crank up this b**h (Bia Bia) And get this motherf**ker drop and boppin this sh** See we so high the time'll go by Rather fast put that gra** in the sky But a hustlers a hustler And a jacker is a jacker Southside, southside let me know where you at my n***a Chorus x2 Verse 4 Lil Jon Lay it down lay it down 4 finga clown Lay it down lay it down 4 finga clown We spit rounds, spit rounds f** n***a we spit rounds We spit rounds, spit rounds f** n***a we spit rounds 'cause security ain't sh** Why you on that sh** We gives a damn about that n***a We gives a damn about that b**h 'cause security ain't sh** Why you on that sh** We gives a damn about that n***a We gives a damn about that b**h So n***a step up you get f**ed up I just broke a bottle so you know you get cut up So n***a step up you get f**ed up I just broke a bottle so you know you get cut up What-what you gone do n***a What-what you gone do n***a What-what you gone do n***a What,what,what,what Chorus x2