BIA BIA
Li'l Jon & The East Side Boyz Lyrics
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Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga)
$hort Dog (ay, tell them niggas, what's up though)
If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga (bia', bia')
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
(Get 'em up, get 'em up)
Well, get 'em up (get 'em up)
Put 'em up (put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo' hands up
Well, get 'em up (get 'em up)
Put 'em up (put 'em up)
Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo' hands up
Well, where you from, nigga? (Where you from?)
Where you from, nigga? (Where you from?)
Goddammit motherfucker where you from? (Where you from?)
Where you from, nigga? (Where you from?)
Where you from, nigga? (Where you from?)
Goddammit motherfucker where you from? (Where you from?)
Well, represent yo' shit, represent yo' shit
Say fuck that clique, say fuck that clique
Represent yo' shit, represent yo' shit
Say fuck that clique, say fuck that clique
Well, you scared (you scared) you scared (you scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (you scared)
You scared (you scared) you scared (you scared)
Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (you scared)
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off) (Chyna)
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts
Bitch, I hit licks and flip bricks
Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me
What you know about that No-Doz and coffee?
No sleep, I'm lookin' forty
With three bricks in a 740
Bitch, I ain't got time to party
I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggas
Over a hot Bennigan's dinner
Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter
Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain
What you ain't know, this a hood thang
All my thugs let ya wood swing
Bitches make ya ass clap
I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI
Catch me drivin' DUI
Look, 'cause I don't give a fuck, nigga, I'm livin' to die
Who on this track fuckin' with me? Y'all is willin' to try
Chyna Whyte a thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
(Get 'em up)
Well, pour out the Hen' and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is sold, clear, then I shocked the globe
I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the 'bows
I rock the shows, pop lock and knock yo' nose
You bia', bia', I grab my .44 and mop the flo'
I Mop & Glo, the feds tryin' to stop my dough
They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow
I bring the pain, cock back and swing the thang
Yo' girl mad 'cause she told me don't even bring the thang
And then I told her, I said it's cool, get at me
And then my voice got raspy
'Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes was dazed
I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's
And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some eastside ways
So stop actin' like a bia' if yo' ass ain't blaze (bia', bia', bia', bia')
Bia', bia' (get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you fussin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you lookin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why you frontin' like a, like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
(Get 'em up)
Bitch niggas in the house tell me, what's up?
A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up
Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim
Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pitbull to sic 'em
I know he wanna run but he can't, he assed out
Punched him in his chin and then he passed out
Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out
Always hit them weak motherfuckers right in they mouth
You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
'Cause niggas will run up in yo' ass like you a nasty bitch
You little biatch, that's what the callin' you
You'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin', dude
Mindin' yo' business, they grabbed you by yo' collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye 'cause they make you wanna holler
But since you can't run, you might as well fight
Quit actin' like a bitch and live a real life
You just a (bia', bia')
The song "Bia Bia" by Li'l Jon and the Eastside Boyz is an aggressive party anthem, calling out anyone acting like a coward or a "bia bia" and demanding they step up and get their hands up instead of fronting. The first verse acquaints the listener with the featured artists, including Chyna Whyte and Ludacris. The chorus repeats the phrase "bia bia" and encourages people to stop acting like cowards and fronting like they're tough. The second verse is a rap by Chyna Whyte, in which she brags about her skills as a drug dealer and her tough reputation as a "thug bitch." Ludacris then takes over with a verse referencing his hometown and describing his success in the rap game, before the song ends with more repetitions of the chorus.
Overall, the song seems to be an encouragement to party hard and show off one's strength and courage, with "bia" serving as a kind of shorthand for weakness or cowardice. The aggressive delivery and repetitive hook make "Bia Bia" a popular song for getting hyped up and energized, especially in a club setting.
Line by Line Meaning
Ay, yo' check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap
Listen up, the highly respected Big Kap will be playing with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte and Short Dog.
If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga (bia', bia')
If you are afraid, leave the club immediately (bia', bia')
Why you actin' like a (push 'em off, push 'em off)
Like a bia', bia' (get 'em up, get 'em up)
Why are you behaving like a cowardly person who needs to be pushed (push 'em off, push 'em off)? Act like a brave person instead (get 'em up, get 'em up).
Well, where you from, nigga? (Where you from?)
Where you from, nigga? (Where you from?)
Goddammit motherfucker where you from? (Where you from?)
Well, represent yo' shit, represent yo' shit
Where are you from? Tell us where you are from. Where are you from? Represent your place with pride.
Say fuck that clique, say fuck that clique
Represent yo' shit, represent yo' shit
Forget about that group of people, represent your own place, represent your own pride.
Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts...
Chyna Whyte is not someone who sucks or licks anything. She is a person who does robberies and flips cocaine for a living. She is always on the move, with hot dinners at a popular restaurant chain called Bennigan's, breaking bread with Dominican drug traffickers, while thinking about getting a new car with wooden interiors. She is a tough lady who doesn't care about her rights and safety.
Well, pour out the Hen' and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
We are going to party hard with a shot of Hennessy mixed with Coca-Cola and some weed from Ludacris and drive around Old National and Godby Road.
So stop actin' like a bia' if yo' ass ain't blaze (bia', bia', bia', bia')
Don't act like a cowardly person who pretends to be brave if you cannot handle the situation (bia', bia', bia', bia').
You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit
'Cause niggas will run up in yo' ass like you a nasty bitch
You better not get involved in other people's business and keep a low profile. If you are not careful, trouble will come to you and it will hurt.
Mindin' yo' business, they grabbed you by yo' collar
You feel like Marvin Gaye 'cause they make you wanna holler
You might be minding your own business, but someone might approach you and start a fight with you, making you angry like Marvin Gaye.
You just a (bia', bia')
You are just a weak person who acts tough (bia', bia').
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
Written by: Sammie Norris, Jonathan Smith, Stephanie Martin, Todd Shaw, Christopher Bridges
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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