Lyrics

Yeah yeah one time (Uh Oh) your right Baby D be checking in By A-T-L (Uh Oh) With my home boy, Bone Crusher (Uh Oh) and a my homie Dru, two, oh c'mon dunk (15x) (Uh Oh 2x) (Bring it On, what?) (6x) It's going down in this bitch tonight, nigga It's going down in this bitch tonight, biatch It's going down in this bitch tonight, nigga It's going down in this bitch tonight, tell (He ain't saying nothing 8x) (What these niggas 8x) (What) (Baby D) I;m gonna send it to your city We gonna act a damn clown Put it down for all my niggas reppin' that funky A-Town It don't matter where you from shawty do what you do Rep your city let me see ya throw it up 'cause I'm a rep mine too LA to Tennesse all the way to the NYC I'm talking 'bout the side but I know its Double O to P Known for getting the club pumped up and outta control And making them girls come up up outta they clothes 24's I found some dro and we do the damn thing Sip Champagne in the VIP is just a part of the game But who's to blame when the clubs getting buck ass wild It's them boys from the A throwing bows in the crowd Keep talking loud and watch it man, I'll shut you up 'Cause I'm the butta-sudder but your bound to get stuck You better duck, or get your ass stomped to the ground If you don't know by now it's about to go down (Dru) I can't believe it we keep on ryhmin Don't make me go out in silence Talking when we just resort to violence Talkin' just can't just stop those problems Back in the club We pushin those bottles Have to be drinkin' What is y'all thinking? What? It ain't goin' down Bitch we blowin' up the nation Paper chasin Leavin' them trails blazin' Only hell can save em God can raise em Had to take em Don't throw parky evermo Holiday rapin D-R-U is scared of payton Whatcha say? Absoultly nothing partner Pullin' them down I'm captivatin' Living this life it has to go down Ridin' around to push and the pound Any mo? Smokin' the dro Wallet with money is shakin' with dough Kickin them dough Just makin' sho I am getting down to get loot Except my struggles Halleiugh Messin with family I will do ya I ain't got no reason to lie Now its head of the season when I see you we ride We ain't gonna even reply Shawty, we lettin' 'em fly We throwin' 'em up And lettin' 'em know it's goin' down tonight (Bonecrusher) So you're saying you want to get physical So catch enough from this bitch boy I'm sick of you Bitch boy, I'm down for the tussel Show you what's up under this fat, it's the muscle Mr. Killa We're right to your jaw I'm drillin' ya So what the fuck it is tight Nigga yeah I ain't never scared If you rather your hand Where the fuck niggas fled Where my soldiers man? When I give the command Leave his body in his shoes Where the fuck nigga stands Run through y'all From the ???? to the Squad We be doin' y'all We leave them all stanky like Horse manure y'all Yo it's personal to me Like a mother fuckers want it You know what I mean I'm straight from the field Headin to swats So you best fucking smarten up or I'll show you what I got