Stop Trippin (feat. Ludacris) - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz

(feat. Ludacris)

(Intro: Ludacris)

Ha ha yeah uh uh uh uh Ludacris, Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz drop it

(Chorus: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz)

What's up, what's up, what's up, what's up

what's up, what's up, what's up, what's up, What's up!

Stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho, stop

trippin ho, stop trippin Ho, stop trippin ho, stop trippin ho!

Shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it

Shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it

Shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it

Shake it, pop it, wiggle it, bounce it

(Verse 1: Ludacris)

A, FUCK hoes, that's how I start my rhyme off

So take your ass to the doctor, hold your balls and cough

I take one to the head piece you take one to the dome

Click your heels GO HOME

Me and the rush we up in the back getting HIGH

I represent C.P. South Side until I DIE

And the haters want to know why I'm that nigga with the clout

It's because I'm coming in like toilet paper is running out

And I'm all about the paper when I'm coming from the heart

I get up in some ass, then break wind like a fart

From the start to the finish, diminish them in my spare time

Messing with hoes whose legs go back further than your father's hairline

Hit down when I get down make them sit down catch a fit now

Fussing and I'm cussing when I'm busting now who's the shit now ME

And I'm trying to let them know just how I'm flipping

Disturbing Tha Peace, tell these hoes to quit (trippin hoe)

(Chorus: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz)

(Verse 2: Daddy T)

Roll out the red carpets, let the game begin

Daddy T coming through to fuck all your freaky friends

Because every day is the same thing, baby I'm a player

Hit me on the beeper, hell yeah on my cell

Pick her up knock her down and drop her back out

Why you waiting on that bitch trying to stay in the house?

I'm going to keep stabbing though stabbing though

Because your bitch is my trick

Why you kissing that hoe there for sucking my dick?

Because I don't give a fuck because I got a block of sex

Ready to get my nuts so Daddy T can catch a nut

Then it's back to the crib then let my pimping rest up

Because I got another nigga hoe to make me catch a nut

While y'all suckers throwing stuff about these hoes that bringing out the hen

Fuck it, in the back of baby body Benz

See I expose these hoes for the freaks that they be, so enemies try to act

sharp, sharp

(Chorus: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz)

(Verse 3: Lil' Chris)

No matter where I'm at, no matter where I go

It's just like this on and off the road

I let them suckers get mad, players keep playing

Fuck all those who don't like what I'm saying

Get tricked if you want to, better learn the game

Because all around the world it's the same old thing

They thinking them hand cuffs going to keep me from getting they hoes

You can lock them in the safe, I'm going to break the code

Can't change no freak, this shit forever

She's going to sneak and do it anyways, so you might as well let her

How you figure because she's pregnant she starts fucking, you crazy?

Y'all is still coming through and feeding the baby

Better believe I dig them down every chance I get

But don't quote me bitch because I ain't said shit, said shit, said shit...

(Chorus: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz)

(Verse 4: Lil' Chris, (Ludacris))

I rolled out the headville (uh huh) pulled up in tight pocket (what)

Pushed up on a tight little something and just had to knock it

In the biginning we was tripping and shit (uh huh)

I was showing old girl how to line up a stick (ha ha)

She got happy when she hit that not in the side, (what) gave me a hug

And I was ready to fuck

Because her body was so soft

I'm thinking guaranteed cutting, going to knock her off

Play my hand right

What's up let's hit this honeycomb hide-out

Tell your friends your with me and let's ride out (ride out!)

But you know they had a fat girl in the bunch (uh huh)

Talking shit, I'm about to punch her ass in the stomach (ha ha)

I understand big girl wants to nut (yeah)

All she had to do was ask, I would have fucked (ha)

Discrimination ain't in Lil' Chris (Lil' Chris!)

Everyboby know mad bagging they don't want it

(Chorus: Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz)

(Outro: Ludacris)

Ludacris, Daddy T, Backdoor Joey, Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz, DJ Smurf

Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop