- Black-Ty, David Banner, Lil Scrappy down South what you scared of, NIGGA WHAT
As soon as I walked in the club I start lookin for a girl who suck dick like she made
it up. I know you out there somewhere baby don't keep it to yourself, share. To all
the freaks let me see ya drop it like it's hot and make me a believer. I know
there's a whole lot of freaks in the Dirty Dirty, Muh'fuckers gettin high feelin
flirty flirty. Dem Down South boys be the craziest, dem West Coast boys be scandalous
Dem Midwest niggaz be dangerous, the East Coast boys doin it big. When I leave the
club I got my Cadillac on 24's sittin outside, chrome-plated from the West side. To
all you bitch-ass haters you aint gutter I triple-dare you to cross the line muh'fucker
- Chorus (x4):
You scared, you scared, You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
- (C'mon) You a part-time rapper, full-time fag lover. Should I throw up threes throw
a rock, every motherfucker get naked, lay yo' rich bitch ass on the flo' But you
already dropped up but I want some mo. Cash get it out from yo ass, laugh with a
money bag and catch a quick toe tag, ho, ass, nigga and ain't no rappers gettin
acquitted. Shit you scared don't admit it or catch a slug in yo' fitted. Yea hey
hollow-points like cue balls, bank at off yo forehead, still watch it run through
Man I'm crunk like some white boys sippin Mountain Dew coppin Viag I like yo sister
say no, cause I jump off in a six-fo' and dump on a ho. Bitches get down on the flo
and yell "There that nigga go!" and I hunt y'all the truth, I don't give a fuck about
yo' flag I ain't never gang bang, I just rob you for yo' cash punk, nigga
- Chorus (x2)
- Ay, ay, ay, Scrap, ay (c'mon). Yeah I'm posted in the club, on the Patron
I'm in the corner shawty leave me alone (ohh) and the security keep trippin, he
gon' get a ass whippin. I'ma hit him on up with the chrome. Shawty now it's on
I tried to increase the peace but these hatin ass niggaz done release the beast
Yeah I'm back, couldn't hail a cab but that dont mean shawty I wont whup yo ass
Hang him over my head in a torture rack make his stomach see the other fuckin
side of the bag but I don't think you want that kind of trouble man and you
don't look like you got a gun in your hand. You average, I hit you up across
yo cabbage, take yo' girl with me cause she a bad bitch. Scream at me Black-Ty
get it crackin. That what happenin - Zone 3
- Chorus (x2)
- Outro
As soon as I walked in the club I start lookin for a girl who suck dick like she made
it up. I know you out there somewhere baby don't keep it to yourself, share. To all
the freaks let me see ya drop it like it's hot and make me a believer. I know
there's a whole lot of freaks in the Dirty Dirty, Muh'fuckers gettin high feelin
flirty flirty. Dem Down South boys be the craziest, dem West Coast boys be scandalous
Dem Midwest niggaz be dangerous, the East Coast boys doin it big. When I leave the
club I got my Cadillac on 24's sittin outside, chrome-plated from the West side. To
all you bitch-ass haters you aint gutter I triple-dare you to cross the line muh'fucker
- Chorus (x4):
You scared, you scared, You scared motherfucker you scared (nigga WHAT!)
- (C'mon) You a part-time rapper, full-time fag lover. Should I throw up threes throw
a rock, every motherfucker get naked, lay yo' rich bitch ass on the flo' But you
already dropped up but I want some mo. Cash get it out from yo ass, laugh with a
money bag and catch a quick toe tag, ho, ass, nigga and ain't no rappers gettin
acquitted. Shit you scared don't admit it or catch a slug in yo' fitted. Yea hey
hollow-points like cue balls, bank at off yo forehead, still watch it run through
Man I'm crunk like some white boys sippin Mountain Dew coppin Viag I like yo sister
say no, cause I jump off in a six-fo' and dump on a ho. Bitches get down on the flo
and yell "There that nigga go!" and I hunt y'all the truth, I don't give a fuck about
yo' flag I ain't never gang bang, I just rob you for yo' cash punk, nigga
- Chorus (x2)
- Ay, ay, ay, Scrap, ay (c'mon). Yeah I'm posted in the club, on the Patron
I'm in the corner shawty leave me alone (ohh) and the security keep trippin, he
gon' get a ass whippin. I'ma hit him on up with the chrome. Shawty now it's on
I tried to increase the peace but these hatin ass niggaz done release the beast
Yeah I'm back, couldn't hail a cab but that dont mean shawty I wont whup yo ass
Hang him over my head in a torture rack make his stomach see the other fuckin
side of the bag but I don't think you want that kind of trouble man and you
don't look like you got a gun in your hand. You average, I hit you up across
yo cabbage, take yo' girl with me cause she a bad bitch. Scream at me Black-Ty
get it crackin. That what happenin - Zone 3
- Chorus (x2)
- Outro