Knockin' Heads Off

(альбом: Kings Of Crunk - 2002)

[Lil' Jon]
Come on, yeah OK
Motherfucker, y'all know who it is
Lil' Jon, them motherfucking East Side Booooyz
I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son)
We gon' do this for all the real motherfucking niggas
(Uh uh uh uh yo)
Holla at them niggas J, come on

[Jadakiss]
Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown
And bitches always wanna hit me like I just came home
But I still put the tools in ya mouth
Niggas know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm huge in the South
This is evil in the trenches and everybody starving
So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches
"Down Bottom" feel like the ol' days
Fucking with the corn liquor riding around listen to O'Jays
When we loading the clip every slug gotta catch
When you going 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 puffing crippie, then this Georgia fine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style with
My motherfucking problem to reconcile with
Nigga what

[Hook]
We knocking heads off, yeah
We knocking heads off, yeah
We knocking heads off, motherfucking heads off yeah
We knocking heads off, yeah
We knocking heads off, yeah
We knocking heads off, motherfucking heads off yeah
You wanna go nigga
Let's go ho
You wanna go nigga
Let's go ho
You wanna go nigga
Let's go ho
You wanna go nigga
Let's go ho
What...what...what...what...what

[Lil' Jon]
We letting it go nigga
Let's go ho
We letting it go nigga
Let's go ho
We letting it go nigga
Let's go ho
What...what...what...what...what
Pussy...niggas...lay it...down
Me and my...niggas...fixing...clown
Pussy...niggas...lay it...down
Me and my...niggas...fixing...clown
We throw our...fucking...click up
We give a fuck if you don't...like us
We throw our...fucking...click up
We give a fuck if you don't...like us
Don't...like...them...niggas
Can't...stand..that...bitch
Don't...like...them...niggas
Can't...stand..that...bitch
We'll...shut the...club down
If y'all...niggas...wanna clown
We'll...shut the...club down
Bitch...say...something now

[Hook]

[Lil' Jon]
Whaaaat....Whaaaaat
Y'all know when the beat breakdown and shit
What's up, what's up
It's time to get motherfucking buck wild in this biiiitch
Now this what I want y'all niggas to do, what's up
All the real niggas and ladies out there, OK
Y'all need to repeat after me, right now
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfucking click
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfucking click
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit

[Hook]

[Lil' Jon]
Yeah, BME ho, we up out this bitch
Ruff Ryders ho, what's up
But before we leave
I gotta let my nigga tell you his name

[Styles]
I'm Holiday Styles, where the fuck you thugging at
I knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger bat
P'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a nigga
My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger nigga
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
Sitting on the roof with the fucking 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 moving good
Guns still sparke a lot
Hustling with family, partying with murderers
D-Block and everything, shit you probably heard of us
Yeah I'm a Ryder nigga, you ain't got a gun
Or a motherfucking 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 bouncing in the old Caddy
What motherfucker