Don’t Play That

[Intro: Lil Jon]
Yeah (Yeah)
A-Dam Shame, bitch (Bitch, bitch, huh)
Lil Jon, bitch (BME trunk tight, hoe)
Gangsta Grillz (Uh, uh)
So a lot of y'all niggas still playing around and shit (Yeah, fuck that)
But us niggas from the A-Town
We don't play that shit (Shit)
Yeah

[Chorus: Lil Jon & Bun B]
All my east side niggas (What, what, what), they don't play that shit (What, what, what)
All my west side niggas (What, what, what), we don't play that shit (What, what, what)
All my north side niggas (What, what, what), they don't play that shit (What, what, what)
All my south side niggas (What, what, what), they don't play that shit (What, what, what)
If you a trill [?] stomper (What, what, what), hit that nigga with the choppa (What, what, what)
Break his ass (What, what, what), [?] let 'em know (Let 'em know, what, what, what)
And if you down for the drama (What, what, what), hit that nigga with the llama (What, what, what)
Send him home to his mama (What, what, what), let 'em go (Let 'em go, what, what, what)

[Verse 1: A-Dam Shame & Lil Jon]
[Indicator?], mash potatoes, boy I'm serving it soft
Coming through, check your traps [bumping?], I'm the boss
Got my heater on my seat cause I'm ready to blast
I'ma [?] goddamn trapper boy, moving it fast
I'm the same nigga did it with the two times ten
[?] checking [?] dropping bricks again
Ain't no rapper, I'ma trapper boy, I'm way too real
Got rich in '93 from the cocaine spill
I'm up early in the morning cooking keys and eggs
These snitches in the A got me dodging the feds
What the fuck I'm in my trunk and I'm a trunk tight G
Got a car full of trap niggas riding with me, with me (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Jon & Bun B]
All my east side niggas (What, what, what), they don't play that shit (What, what, what)
All my west side niggas (What, what, what), we don't play that shit (What, what, what)
All my north side niggas (What, what, what), they don't play that shit (What, what, what)
All my south side niggas (What, what, what), they don't play that shit (What, what, what)
If you a trill [?] stomper (What, what, what), hit that nigga with the choppa (What, what, what)
Break his ass (What, what, what), [?] let 'em know (Let 'em know, what, what, what)
And if you down for the drama (What, what, what), hit that nigga with the llama (What, what, what)
Send him home to his mama (What, what, what), let 'em go (Let 'em go, what, what, what)

[Verse 2: Big Floaty & Lil Jon]
This that killer music, fire water, lighter fluid
K's spitting out the window, blades chopping on the Buick
I rode with heavy hitters, shotgun in the Chevy nigga (Southside)
Don't make me pop one in your sweater, nigga
Let's fuck up the club up, Atlanta throw them dubs up
My nigga throw them sets up, pussy niggas get wet up
Hope you stay vest up, take out the best, umm
Big Floaty rode with two six shooters like the Weston's
I'm from the town where killer niggas party hard, fuck 'em
And dump them slugs if you and your bodyguards sucker
Nothing but [dumb?] calls, fucking that chrome [ya'll?]
Ain't no way to saving me, gone [?] (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Jon & Bun B]
All my east side niggas (What, what, what), they don't play that shit (What, what, what)
All my west side niggas (What, what, what), we don't play that shit (What, what, what)
All my north side niggas (What, what, what), they don't play that shit (What, what, what)
All my south side niggas (What, what, what), they don't play that shit (What, what, what)
If you a trill [?] stomper (What, what, what), hit that nigga with the choppa (What, what, what)
Break his ass (What, what, what), [?] let 'em know (Let 'em know, what, what, what)
And if you down for the drama (What, what, what), hit that nigga with the llama (What, what, what)
Send him home to his mama (What, what, what), let 'em go (Let 'em go, what, what, what)

[Verse 3: Bun B & Lil Jon]
Say, I did what I done cause I didn't know what I couldn't do it
One slip of the tongue and your mouth'll get some [footing?] too
I love when they hating, they hate when I love
There's no escape from my Southern [?], off fist and no glove (Fist and no glove)
[Go?] by the barrel, got that Mary and that Harold
Plus that Christmas Carol that leave you retarded like Lil Daryl (My name Lil Daryl)
That Smith and Wesson [?] you [?]
Bitch this a new era, we'll throw your ass back to your set
Mop the floor up with your ass like Mr. Clean with a fresh wipe (Man)
Aiming for your face, we gives a fuck if your vest [?]
We put a cave in your grill (Bitch), craters up in your cabbage
[?] fuck your weed, we ain't smoking no [?]
This the life of a savage (Savage), the saga of a thug
[?] of a man [?] they gone off liquor and drugs
Keeping out for buzz, performance wise and [taps?]
Give a fuck about a federal and get your ass clapped (Yeah)

[Chorus: Lil Jon & Bun B]
All my east side niggas (What, what, what), they don't play that shit (What, what, what)
All my west side niggas (What, what, what), we don't play that shit (What, what, what)
All my north side niggas (What, what, what), they don't play that shit (What, what, what)
All my south side niggas (What, what, what), they don't play that shit (What, what, what)
If you a trill [?] stomper (What, what, what), hit that nigga with the choppa (What, what, what)
Break his ass (What, what, what), [?] let 'em know (Let 'em know, what, what, what)
And if you down for the drama (What, what, what), hit that nigga with the llama (What, what, what)
Send him home to his mama (What, what, what), let 'em go (Let 'em go, what, what, what)