Lirik Lagu Knockin' Heads Off - Lil' Jon And The Eastside Boyz F/ Jadakiss, Styles
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[Lil' Jon]Come on, yeah OKMotherfucker, y'all know who it isLil' Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side BooooyzI got my nigga Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son)We gon' do this for all the real motherfuckin' niggas(Uh uh uh uh yo)Holla at them niggas J, come on
[Jadakiss]Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blownAnd bitches always wanna hit me like I just came homeBut I still put the tools in ya mouthNiggas know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm huge in the SouthThis is evil in the trenches and everybody starvin'So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches"Down Bottom" feel like the ol' daysFuckin' with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O'JaysWhen we loadin' the clip every slug gotta catchWhen you goin' to war every thug got his matchSS baby, blue Impala with the mack in itBig gold cup with rhinestones with my pack in itIt's like the jungle but the broads is fineAnd if they ain't puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fineListen, I'm the wrong nigga to style withMy motherfuckin' problem to reconcile withNigga what
[Hook]We knockin' heads off, yeahWe knockin' heads off, yeahWe knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeahWe knockin' heads off, yeahWe knockin' heads off, yeahWe knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeahYou wanna go niggaLet's go hoYou wanna go niggaLet's go hoYou wanna go niggaLet's go hoYou wanna go niggaLet's go hoWhat...what...what...what...what
[Lil' Jon]We lettin' it go niggaLet's go hoWe lettin' it go niggaLet's go hoWe lettin' it go niggaLet's go hoWhat...what...what...what...whatPussy...niggas...lay it...downMe and my...niggas...fixin'...clownPussy...niggas...lay it...downMe and my...niggas...fixin'...clownWe throw our...fuckin'...click upWe give a fuck if you don't...like usWe throw our...fuckin'...click upWe give a fuck if you don't...like usDon't...like...them...niggasCan't...stand..that...bitchDon't...like...them...niggasCan't...stand..that...bitchWe'll...shut the...club downIf y'all...niggas...wanna clownWe'll...shut the...club downBitch...say...something now
[Hook]
[Lil' Jon]Whaaaat....WhaaaaatY'all know when the beat breakdown and shitWhat's up, what's upIt's time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in this biiiitchNow this what I want y'all niggas to do, what's upAll the real niggas and ladies out there, OKY'all need to repeat after me, right nowI ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitchI ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' clickI ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitchI ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' clickMan fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit manMan fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit manMan fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit manMan fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit
[Hook]
[Lil' Jon]Yeah, BME ho, we up out this bitchRuff Ryders ho, what's upBut before we leaveI gotta let my nigga tell you his name
[Styles]I'm Holiday Styles, where the fuck you thuggin' atI knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger batP'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a niggaMy gun is armed and my bullets like a finger niggaCall up Lil' Jon and them East Side BoyzAll I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toysYou can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouthSittin' on the roof with the fuckin' 30-30's outI told you I'm a menace y'allI got enough guns to fill up the Lennox MallIn the front parking lot, coke still movin' goodGuns still sparke a lotHustlin' with family, partyin' with murderersD-Block and everything, shit you probably heard of usYeah I'm a Ryder nigga, you ain't got a gunOr a motherfuckin' knife, you ain't even gon' try usI'll leave you with a hole daddyAnd for the fact that I'm in the Dirty SouthI'll be bouncin' in the old CaddyWhat - motherfucker
[Jadakiss]Yeah, Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blownAnd bitches always wanna hit me like I just came homeBut I still put the tools in ya mouthNiggas know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm huge in the SouthThis is evil in the trenches and everybody starvin'So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches"Down Bottom" feel like the ol' daysFuckin' with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O'JaysWhen we loadin' the clip every slug gotta catchWhen you goin' to war every thug got his matchSS baby, blue Impala with the mack in itBig gold cup with rhinestones with my pack in itIt's like the jungle but the broads is fineAnd if they ain't puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fineListen, I'm the wrong nigga to style withMy motherfuckin' problem to reconcile withNigga what
[Hook]We knockin' heads off, yeahWe knockin' heads off, yeahWe knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeahWe knockin' heads off, yeahWe knockin' heads off, yeahWe knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeahYou wanna go niggaLet's go hoYou wanna go niggaLet's go hoYou wanna go niggaLet's go hoYou wanna go niggaLet's go hoWhat...what...what...what...what
[Lil' Jon]We lettin' it go niggaLet's go hoWe lettin' it go niggaLet's go hoWe lettin' it go niggaLet's go hoWhat...what...what...what...whatPussy...niggas...lay it...downMe and my...niggas...fixin'...clownPussy...niggas...lay it...downMe and my...niggas...fixin'...clownWe throw our...fuckin'...click upWe give a fuck if you don't...like usWe throw our...fuckin'...click upWe give a fuck if you don't...like usDon't...like...them...niggasCan't...stand..that...bitchDon't...like...them...niggasCan't...stand..that...bitchWe'll...shut the...club downIf y'all...niggas...wanna clownWe'll...shut the...club downBitch...say...something now
[Hook]
[Lil' Jon]Whaaaat....WhaaaaatY'all know when the beat breakdown and shitWhat's up, what's upIt's time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in this biiiitchNow this what I want y'all niggas to do, what's upAll the real niggas and ladies out there, OKY'all need to repeat after me, right nowI ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitchI ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' clickI ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitchI ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' clickMan fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit manMan fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit manMan fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit manMan fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit
[Hook]
[Lil' Jon]Yeah, BME ho, we up out this bitchRuff Ryders ho, what's upBut before we leaveI gotta let my nigga tell you his name
[Styles]I'm Holiday Styles, where the fuck you thuggin' atI knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger batP'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a niggaMy gun is armed and my bullets like a finger niggaCall up Lil' Jon and them East Side BoyzAll I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toysYou can catch me in the Dirty South, I got a dirty mouthSittin' on the roof with the fuckin' 30-30's outI told you I'm a menace y'allI got enough guns to fill up the Lennox MallIn the front parking lot, coke still movin' goodGuns still sparke a lotHustlin' with family, partyin' with murderersD-Block and everything, shit you probably heard of usYeah I'm a Ryder nigga, you ain't got a gunOr a motherfuckin' knife, you ain't even gon' try usI'll leave you with a hole daddyAnd for the fact that I'm in the Dirty SouthI'll be bouncin' in the old CaddyWhat - motherfucker
