Wild Muthafuckas

[Intro: Lil Jon]
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
It's your motherfuckin' nigga Lil Jon in this bitch
(Okay, okay)
Puttin' this shit down with Naughty By Nature, nigga
(Yeah, yeah)
Niggas that's been known to be some wild motherfuckers
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Now we gon' put this shit on wax for you bitch ass niggas
(Okay, okay, uh, yeah)
So if you'se a scared punk motherfucker
(What, what, what, what)
Get up out the club right now

[Chorus: Treach, Lil Jon]
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
It's all about right now, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
We some wild motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
Look a nigga up and down, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
North to south, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
If you like my style, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
Get wild, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
It's all about right now, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
We some wild motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)

[Verse 1: Treach, Lil Jon, Both]
You can smoke a spliff with a clip or a blunt with a stunt
I can duck the cunt
We fuck up the funk
That's just what us niggas want
Take this from the pimps, like lobsters and scrimps
In a drug infested fucked up apartment
Blunt ashes hittin' the carpets
Baby mama drama, restraining order
Before the D.A. appointed a lawyer
I said, "Damn, I can't afford ya"
Bigger fish to fryin', told the judge to suck an onion
'Til her bitch ass is crying — we some wild motherfuckers

[Verse 2: Vin Rock, Vin Rock & Lil Jon]
You see, we them type of warriors you don't want out to play
Act a monkey off the gin and hay, ain't invite us anyway
Shutting down your party and wasted off of Bacardi
Lordy, they done fucked up, collabin' Lil Jon and Naughty
Spittin' ionic, bubonic, TVT is behind it
Couldn't hear or define it? Nigga, better rewind it
Pockets full of rubbers, veteran undercover thuggers
Meekers mothers love us 'cause we some wild motherfuckers

[Chorus: Treach, Lil Jon]
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
It's all about right now, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
We some wild motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
Look a nigga up and down, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
North to south, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
If you like my style, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
Get wild, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
It's all about right now, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
We some wild motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)

[Verse 3: Chyna White]
Put your money on me, I'm bound to blow like pounds of 'dro
All I, all I have in this world is a grimey flow
And a '94 with burners in the panels
And after I lace your hood up, coppin' a new 6 with no door handles
AMG kit with the package on it
I'm a wildcat, the state won't put a jacket on me
They say we animals, us niggers have tails
But if I drop my pants, bitch, all you see is fish scales
My fist glist' with chips that'll make your bitch wail and wish you was Chyna
Best cuff your man 'cause I'm A.K.A. Alotta Fagina
Or Juicy Lips, fuck a nigga, I'll flip like a movie script
Pull a "Waiting to Exhale" and barbecue the whip
They call me Tokyo and it ain't 'cause I'm half Chinese
You pussy niggas get sent upstate and let them boys black your knees
And split your ass, I done seen 'em go from bitch to fag, rich to rags
You offended, nigga, then spit the mag

[Chorus: Treach, Lil Jon]
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
It's all about right now, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
We some wild motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
Look a nigga up and down, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
North to south, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
If you like my style, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
Get wild, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
It's all about right now, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
We some wild motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)

[Verse 4: Treach]
Comin' 'round the corner, dirty Jersey, South crunk, wild up
Beatin' a hole in your trunkm, so motherfuckers, bounce, what
Ground up, down up, pop, pop, Illtown nuts
Get sucked 'til they jump — that's just what them bitches want
Honey, check my diction, see, I need a little friction
And some pumpin' that I'm missin' it, it's your function that I'm fixin'
ATL's mythology, soul so so psychology
Impeccable and sexual, we wild motherfuckers

[Verse 5: Vin Rock, Vin Rock & Lil Jon]
You're still chillin' with a titty-feelin' villain
I bet your bottom dollar that this shit makes us a killin'
Willin', I be the don with the illy flow
Step to me, not really, though
Nigga, that's your video? She been a Uncle Vinny ho
Chilly on the side of me, 'cceptin' no apologies
Fuck you in your Wallabees, settin' off the wild in me
ATL to Jersey, what others'll soon discover
Dingy, dirty brothers, A.K.A. wild motherfuckers

[Chorus: Treach, Lil Jon]
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
It's all about right now, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
We some wild motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
Look a nigga up and down, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
North to south, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
If you like my style, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
Get wild, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
(Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga)
It's all about right now, motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)
We some wild motherfuckers (Yeah, nigga)