Heads Off Songtext
von Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz
Heads Off Songtext
Alright, motherf-
Real good
Run and hide!
(Yeah, ha-ha-ha, whoa, oh, ha-ha-ha)
I′m doing this for my - (yeah)
(Oh, ha-ha-ha) (uh-uh) (yeah, yeah, yeah) (n-)
Come on, come on (Lil Jon, gin-gin, gin, gin)
Come on, come on (ha-ha-ha-ha)
M.O.P mother- (come on)
Lil' Jon, and Eastside Boyz - (come on, come on) (uh-huh)
Come on, come on (yeah, you get the hella that?)
What′s up? (Come on!)
(you get the hella that?)
My -
You send 'em, will bend 'em (my -)
You call ′em, will sprawl ′em (my -) (come on)
You cut 'em, will bust ′em (my -) (one time, baby)
Take them - heads off
My-
You send 'em, will bend ′em (my -)
You call 'em, will sprawl ′em (my -)
You cut 'em, will bust 'em (my -) (hm)
Take them - heads off (yeah)
All day -, Broadway, your man Bill Danze back on the highway
9-5 way (way), do or die way (way), since we′re all gangstered up, we gonna do it my way (way)
Homicide way (way) (uh) grown with a metal fist (BK!)
Home of them chrome deader list (h Yeah!)
Willie Dynamite (uh) drop bombs
Now who wanna conflict (uh) with the conflict? (Yes)
We don′t give a -, you actin' like a - mother-
Get some nuts and be a man mother-
- mother-
And you is a chicken - gettin′ plucked mother-
Droppin' dimes (ah, ah) snitchin′ on your whole (what's sup?) Eastside
′Cause - you soft like macaroni
You don't wanna see a - pull the nine (yeah, yeah)
'Cause you did the crime, now it′s payback time
My -
You send ′em, will bend 'em (my -)
You call ′em, will sprawl 'em (my -)
You (uh) cut ′em, will bust 'em (my -) (shh, shh-shh)
Take them - heads off
My -
You send ′em, will bend 'em (my -)
You call 'em, will sprawl ′em (my -)
You cut ′em, will bust 'em (my -) (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Take them - heads off (yeah, yeah) (bah-rah-tah-tah)
You a check, one, two, turn my mic up (turn my mic up) -
I′m a semi-automatic, load the pipe up -
B-Ville, crime boss, I'll knock your top off (ah)
Get ya moms, it be a hell of a story for John Walsh
(Bia-biatch) look - look into to this
What a ridiculous, conspicuous, son of a -uous
Lil Fame′s a blown - (yeah), I left my manners at home
You - up when you left your hammers at home (uh, huh, huh)
We gonna kick in the door and get buck my -
Slice your - up like a piece of meat, my -
Ride you 'round the town in the - trunk my -
Before we dump your - in the creek my -
Or we might duct-tape your - to the toilet -
Then turn the iron on high and burn it -
Die at the door and your -, probably highly fryin′ -
And your tombstone will read, "Here lies a bitch"
You send 'em, will bend 'em (my -)
You call ′em, will sprawl ′em (my -)
You cut 'em, will bust ′em (my -) (shh-shh-shh)
Take them - heads off
My -
You send 'em, will bend ′em (my -)
You call 'em, will sprawl ′em (my -)
You cut 'em, will bust 'em (my -) (brr, baow)
Take them - heads off
Ride or die -, first fam′
Me and my - (uh), will still stand
I come through this -, with two clips
Full of blue tips, to show them who I am
Stop doin′ sucker -, watch who you -in with (aah!)
Still put it down in the town on some other -
(Not that undercover -) that's not me (yeah)
I bring grips and raise hell for M.O.P
What the - (-) y′all (y'all) - want with famster (famster) gangster (gangster!)
We can send your whole platoon behind these men loom
Lil Fame and Bill Danze, Siamese twins
Who probably wanna be like boy (boy)
M.O.P (twins) and Lil′ Jon and The Eastside Boyz
Go ahead lie -, hope you try -
But you gonna die -, - with live -
My -
You send 'em, will bend ′em (my -)
You call 'em, will sprawl 'em (my -)
You cut ′em, will bust ′em (my -) (uh)
Take them - heads off
My -
You send 'em, will bend ′em (my -)
You call 'em, will sprawl ′em (my -)
You cut 'em, will bust ′em (my -) (yeah, yeah)
Take them - heads off (pss, pss, nah!)
We 'bout to shut this mother- down, real quick (oh, yeah)
I got my mother- Brownsville - with me (we goin')
New York in this -, ATL in this mother-
Dirty South let′s ride on it (yeah)
There they go, my -, let′s get 'em
There they go, my -, let′s get 'em
If you thought - was over, my -, we never sleep
If you thought - was over, my -, we never sleep
We gonna sneak a mother-, like - on the creep
We gonna sneak a mother-, like - on the creep
Like that goddammit, y′all - get got
Like that goddammit, y'all - get got
We gonna break a - down, like keys on the block
We gonna break a - down, like keys on the block
My -
You send ′em, will bend 'em
You call 'em, will sprawl ′em (my -)
You cut ′em, will bust 'em (my -)
Take them - heads off!
My -
You send ′em, will bend 'em (my -)
You call ′em, will sprawl 'em (my -)
You cut ′em, will bust 'em (my -) (go)
Take them - heads off (heads off)
(Oh) my God (who the f-, the f-? Ha-ha-ha)
Real good
Run and hide!
(Yeah, ha-ha-ha, whoa, oh, ha-ha-ha)
I′m doing this for my - (yeah)
(Oh, ha-ha-ha) (uh-uh) (yeah, yeah, yeah) (n-)
Come on, come on (Lil Jon, gin-gin, gin, gin)
Come on, come on (ha-ha-ha-ha)
M.O.P mother- (come on)
Lil' Jon, and Eastside Boyz - (come on, come on) (uh-huh)
Come on, come on (yeah, you get the hella that?)
What′s up? (Come on!)
(you get the hella that?)
My -
You send 'em, will bend 'em (my -)
You call ′em, will sprawl ′em (my -) (come on)
You cut 'em, will bust ′em (my -) (one time, baby)
Take them - heads off
My-
You send 'em, will bend ′em (my -)
You call 'em, will sprawl ′em (my -)
You cut 'em, will bust 'em (my -) (hm)
Take them - heads off (yeah)
All day -, Broadway, your man Bill Danze back on the highway
9-5 way (way), do or die way (way), since we′re all gangstered up, we gonna do it my way (way)
Homicide way (way) (uh) grown with a metal fist (BK!)
Home of them chrome deader list (h Yeah!)
Willie Dynamite (uh) drop bombs
Now who wanna conflict (uh) with the conflict? (Yes)
We don′t give a -, you actin' like a - mother-
Get some nuts and be a man mother-
- mother-
And you is a chicken - gettin′ plucked mother-
Droppin' dimes (ah, ah) snitchin′ on your whole (what's sup?) Eastside
′Cause - you soft like macaroni
You don't wanna see a - pull the nine (yeah, yeah)
'Cause you did the crime, now it′s payback time
My -
You send ′em, will bend 'em (my -)
You call ′em, will sprawl 'em (my -)
You (uh) cut ′em, will bust 'em (my -) (shh, shh-shh)
Take them - heads off
My -
You send ′em, will bend 'em (my -)
You call 'em, will sprawl ′em (my -)
You cut ′em, will bust 'em (my -) (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Take them - heads off (yeah, yeah) (bah-rah-tah-tah)
You a check, one, two, turn my mic up (turn my mic up) -
I′m a semi-automatic, load the pipe up -
B-Ville, crime boss, I'll knock your top off (ah)
Get ya moms, it be a hell of a story for John Walsh
(Bia-biatch) look - look into to this
What a ridiculous, conspicuous, son of a -uous
Lil Fame′s a blown - (yeah), I left my manners at home
You - up when you left your hammers at home (uh, huh, huh)
We gonna kick in the door and get buck my -
Slice your - up like a piece of meat, my -
Ride you 'round the town in the - trunk my -
Before we dump your - in the creek my -
Or we might duct-tape your - to the toilet -
Then turn the iron on high and burn it -
Die at the door and your -, probably highly fryin′ -
And your tombstone will read, "Here lies a bitch"
You send 'em, will bend 'em (my -)
You call ′em, will sprawl ′em (my -)
You cut 'em, will bust ′em (my -) (shh-shh-shh)
Take them - heads off
My -
You send 'em, will bend ′em (my -)
You call 'em, will sprawl ′em (my -)
You cut 'em, will bust 'em (my -) (brr, baow)
Take them - heads off
Ride or die -, first fam′
Me and my - (uh), will still stand
I come through this -, with two clips
Full of blue tips, to show them who I am
Stop doin′ sucker -, watch who you -in with (aah!)
Still put it down in the town on some other -
(Not that undercover -) that's not me (yeah)
I bring grips and raise hell for M.O.P
What the - (-) y′all (y'all) - want with famster (famster) gangster (gangster!)
We can send your whole platoon behind these men loom
Lil Fame and Bill Danze, Siamese twins
Who probably wanna be like boy (boy)
M.O.P (twins) and Lil′ Jon and The Eastside Boyz
Go ahead lie -, hope you try -
But you gonna die -, - with live -
My -
You send 'em, will bend ′em (my -)
You call 'em, will sprawl 'em (my -)
You cut ′em, will bust ′em (my -) (uh)
Take them - heads off
My -
You send 'em, will bend ′em (my -)
You call 'em, will sprawl ′em (my -)
You cut 'em, will bust ′em (my -) (yeah, yeah)
Take them - heads off (pss, pss, nah!)
We 'bout to shut this mother- down, real quick (oh, yeah)
I got my mother- Brownsville - with me (we goin')
New York in this -, ATL in this mother-
Dirty South let′s ride on it (yeah)
There they go, my -, let′s get 'em
There they go, my -, let′s get 'em
If you thought - was over, my -, we never sleep
If you thought - was over, my -, we never sleep
We gonna sneak a mother-, like - on the creep
We gonna sneak a mother-, like - on the creep
Like that goddammit, y′all - get got
Like that goddammit, y'all - get got
We gonna break a - down, like keys on the block
We gonna break a - down, like keys on the block
My -
You send ′em, will bend 'em
You call 'em, will sprawl ′em (my -)
You cut ′em, will bust 'em (my -)
Take them - heads off!
My -
You send ′em, will bend 'em (my -)
You call ′em, will sprawl 'em (my -)
You cut ′em, will bust 'em (my -) (go)
Take them - heads off (heads off)
(Oh) my God (who the f-, the f-? Ha-ha-ha)
Writer(s): Jamal Grinnage, Eric Murray, Jonathan Smith, Sammie Norris Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com