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)