Zomba Music Publishing - b**h lyrics

[Intro - Lil Jon] [b**h repeated in the background] Yeah one time It's your boy Lil Jon and them Eastside Boyz Who we be talkin to man? Who we be talkin to? Any n***a that act like a woman Any b**h that act like a motherf**in [b**h] Any p**y n***a that's a motherf**in [b**h] Send this sh** out to y'all man f** y'all p**y a** n***as You ain't nothin but a motherf**in [b**h] Okay! This how we gon put this sh** down for y'all Yeah [Hook] We run this [b**h, b**h, b**h] We run this [b**h, b**h, b**h] We run this [b**h, b**h, b**h] We run this [b**h, b**h, b**h] You ain't f**in wit me [b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h] You ain't f**in wit me [b**h, b**h, b**h] You ain't f**in wit me [b**h, b**h, b**h] You ain't f**in wit me [b**h, b**h, b**h] Start a riot in this [b**h, b**h, b**h] Start a riot in this [b**h, b**h, b**h] Start a riot in this [b**h, b**h, b**h] Start a riot in this [b**h, b**h, b**h] Start a riot in this [b**h, b**h, b**h, b**h] Start a riot in this [b**h, b**h, b**h] Start a riot in this [b**h, b**h, b**h] Or get the f** out this [b**h, b**h, b**h] [Verse One - Lil Jon] You be actin like a [b**h] So we treat you like a [b**h] You be actin like a [b**h] So we treat you like a [b**h] We beat you like a [b**h] Kick your a** like a [b**h] We take your f**in sh** And leave you stuck [like a b**h] You wearin panties [like a b**h] You p**y [like a b**h] You sound [like a b**h] You talkin [like a b**h] You cry [like a b**h] You whinin [like a b**h] I hate you [f**in b**h] We'll [k** you b**h] [Verse Two - Big Sam] So back up off me in this [b**h] Or get f**ed up in this [b**h] My n***as real in this [b**h] Split your wig in this [b**h] Crack your head in this [b**h] Beat your a** in this [b**h] So keep poppin at the mouth And get f**ed up [like a b**h] Smack you up [like a b**h] Stomp you out [like a b**h] Snap your neck [like a b**h] Beat you down [like a b**h] Take your money [like a b**h] On your knees [like a b**h] We don't like you [f**in b**h] We'll [k** you b**h] [Hook] [Verse Three - Chyna Whyte] Ain't no hoes f**in with this b**h I put years in this sh** Shed tears for this sh** b**h I'm real with this sh** (Don't push me) Cause ain't a f**in thing bout me p**y Except this red sh** that drip from me I get money in my hood b**h ain't nothin funny (nothin funny) But a f*ggot n***a in nut-huggers and big hoops We tussle over who got juice You livin a lie (lie) Who speakin the truth Who gettin that loot You get on the mic with that bullsh** b**h (b**h) Then it's all on you Hangin rap labels (rap labels) I ain't dealin with fables (fables) I only f**s with n***as who do business up under the table They mad shorty You hoes can't make it in the game Unless your titties and your a** out Now f** wit me So I can show you who really bout it in this b**h Turnin from sweet to sour in this b**h Like zero to sixty m.p.h It's a thin line between love and hate And f** the world cause I ain't here to stay [Yeah!] b**h [Hook] [Interlude - Lil Jon] Yeah! Hey check this out right [Wha**up?] All y'all club managers [Uh-Huh] And club owners [Yeah!] It's about to get real ugly in your motherf**in club right now [f**ed up in that b**h] I'ma tell you like this [Wha**up?] Get your motherf**in security ready [f** em] Cause I think some sh** about to go down n***a [What's goin down n***a?] It's your boy Lil Jon [Uh-Huh] Eastside Boyz Y'all check this sh** out! Let me see you get crunk Let me see you get buck Let me see you tear the motherf**in club on up Let me see you get crunk Let me see you get buck Let me see you tear the motherf**in club on up Man f** them motherf**in p**y a** n***as Man f** them motherf**in p**y a** n***as Man f** them motherf**in p**y a** n***as Man f** them motherf**in p**y a** n***as [Hook] [Too $hort ad-libs over the Hook] Beytch! Still actin like a b**h Yeah that's right it's Short Short Short Dawg [Verse Four - Too $hort] Told you once little b**h Said it twice little b**h Hang around us n***as all night You get your little a** whooped b**h For actin like a b**h Back slap you like a b**h While your snappin a flick (b**h) It's Short Dawg I ain't went nowhere Still spittin real game for all the pimps and the players And you b**hes Don't try to front fool If you don't leave soon Them n***as bout to jump you You just a b**h (b**h)