Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz Uhh Ohh Lyrics:
[Intro:] Get Crunk (repeated with Uh
Oh)as back ground vocals
Lil John and them East Side boys Bitch
Back in this mother fucker one mo gin
Gettin' y'all fuckin'
motherfuckers crunk out here
(Like this, Like this)
[Chorus: Bo Hagon X2] Get crunk in this motherfucker
drunk in this motherfucker
Nigga step up and get stomped
in this motherfucker
Dumped in this motherfucker
stuck in this motherfucker
Pussy act up and get
fucked in this motherfucker
[Verse 1: Lil Jon] Eastside nigga westside bitch
["What" as backing vocals repeated] Northside nigga southside bitch
Eastside nigga westside bitch
Northside nigga southside bitch
If Your click ain't your dick and
your talkin much shit say
fuck that shit say fuck that shit
All the girls in the club that
don't really give a fuck say
Fuck that shit say fuck that shit
Now get crunk (get crunk)
get buck (get buck) ("ah")
Throw your motherfucking middle
finger up (throw it up)
Now get crunk (get crunk) get buck (get buck)
Throw your motherfucking middle finger up
Now push that hoe ass nigga
out yo motherfucking way("you scared")
Now push that hoe ass nigga out
yo motherfucking way ("you scared")
Now push that hoe ass nigga out
yo motherfucking way ("you scared")
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
[Verse 2: Khujo] I spit the craziest
Keep talkin get yo wig split
ain't no diss
Pussy man learn to swing,
or pussy man learn to get hit
Ooh ah ah you too drunk
Got a fist for they like
to say I'm too krunk
Khujo up in this motherfucker
somebody finna get stomped
Play these hoes like chumps
last month I was disrespected
poke these nigga in the eye
Wit a blunt,
big boy we got some deeper trunks
[ Find more Lyrics on www.mp3lyrics.org/4hVF ]And ain't nobody gonna smell ya
back there layin on top of
all that stock that these niggaz
left for free
class of nine imitates ??
khujo capital G
Double o d ie mob
Wit my nigga LJ (Lil Jon) and ESB (eastside boyz)
My nigga
My nigga
My nigga Bo Hizzee
[Chorus x2] [Verse 3: Bo Hagon] was raised wit killers (what)
I ran wit dealers (what)
I Smoke a blunt a day
for my locked away niggaz (yeah)
My bread is stacked up (what)
The club is packed up (what)
My gage I out there racked up
so don't you even act up (yeah)
I've been dead wrong
So that that won't be new to me (okay)
Aside from just kill me
It ain't shit you can do to me
The real for you to see (what)
The Peep out or what not (what)
Dippin through the projects
to find a smoke spot (yeah)
Yeah he from the backwoodz
Bo hagon his nizzame (uhh huu)
and spitin fire shit for GA his gizzame
The time done cizzame (what)
To crank up this bitch (Bia Bia) (what)
And get this motherfucker jumpin
bumppin and shit (yeah)
See we so high that time'll go by
Rather fast hit that grass
put that smoke in the sky
But a hustlers a hustler (what)
and a jacker is a jack (what)
Southside, southside
let me know where you at (my nigga)
[Chorus x2] [Verse 4: Lil Jon] lay it down lay it down
my folk finna clown
Lay it down lay it down
my folk finna clown
we spit rounds, spit rounds
fuck nigga we spit rounds
we spit rounds, spit rounds
fuck nigga we spit rounds
Cuz security ain't shit
why you on that shit
we gives a damn about that nigga
we gives a damn about that bitch
Cuz security ain't shit
why you on that shit
we gives a damn about that nigga
we gives a damn about that bitch
So nigga step up you get fucked up
I just broke a bottle
so you know you gettin cut up
So nigga step up you get fucked up
I just broke a bottle so you know you get cut up
what you what you gone do now nigga
what you what you gone do now nigga
what you what you gone do now nigga
What, what, what, what, what, what, what, what
[Chorus x2]Lyrics: Uhh Ohh, Lil' Jon & the Eastside Boyz [end]