[Lil' Jon]
  Come on, yeah OK
  Motherfucker, y'all know who it is
  Lil' Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side Booooyz
  I 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 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 starvin'
  So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches
  "Down Bottom" feel like the ol' days
  Fuckin' with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O'Jays
  When we loadin' the clip every slug gotta catch
  When you goin' 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 puffin' crippie, then this Georgia fine
  Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style with
  My motherfuckin' problem to reconcile with
  Nigga what
  
  [Hook]
  We knockin' heads off, yeah
  We knockin' heads off, yeah
  We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off yeah
  We knockin' heads off, yeah
  We knockin' heads off, yeah
  We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' 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 lettin' it go nigga
  Let's go ho
  We lettin' it go nigga
  Let's go ho
  We lettin' it go nigga
  Let's go ho
  What...what...what...what...what
  Pussy...niggas...lay it...down
  Me and my...niggas...fixin'...clown
  Pussy...niggas...lay it...down
  Me and my...niggas...fixin'...clown
  We throw our...fuckin'...click up
  We give a fuck if you don't...like us
  We throw our...fuckin'...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 motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' click
  I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
  I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' 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 thuggin' 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
  Sittin' on the roof with the fuckin' 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 movin' good
  Guns still sparke a lot
  Hustlin' with family, partyin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 bouncin' in the old Caddy
  What - motherfucker