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Fight Lyrics


Fight, fight, fight
It's about to be some shit nigga we here now
We's about to whoop some ass nigga we here now
I done cliqued up wit my hood nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch, we gon' fight up in this bitch
Swang a fist at ya bitch and I swear I'm crackin' jaws
When I'm high and I'm lit aw to hell wit them laws
I ain't givin' a got damn you got beef then I'm launchin'
In tha streets them bullets in tha club bitch I'm punchin'
Muhafuckas lights out cave a suckas skull in
Niggas in here mad but they betta tuck they mugs in
Boys run they mouth and eat up more shit than a goat
Represent tha south and knock ya gold grill down ya throat
Liquor and dat white pump ya up like ya Hercules
I'ma be polite you get wrong we gon beat ya please
Don't you be excused Mr. Bennett I'ma put you in it
You came wit them dudes y'all done started but we gonna finish
Fuckin' off wit lames in this club fuckin' night off

You got ugly on ya face we gon' beat it right off
Overheard a nigga sayin' that he wanna jack me
I ain't worried about it 'cause this tone s gonna back me
Fight, fight, fight
It's about to be some shit nigga we here now
We's about to whoop some ass nigga we here now
I done cliqued up wit my hood nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch, we gon' fight up in this bitch
Fight, fight, fight
It's about to be some shit nigga we here now
We's about to whoop some ass nigga we here now
I done cliqued up wit my hood nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch, we gon' fight up in this bitch
Who tha buckest up in here, who tha buckest up in here?
My nigga my hood so you cowards betta fear
Mane you hoes don't wanna clown if you do we beat ya down
On you let bullets spray parkin' lot its going down
Startin' shit pullin' niggas cards playin' goldfish
Bumpin' one of us and we gon whoop you like you our bitch
Pay attention muhfucka we clickin' like a gun
Mobbin' on you punk suckas mane this ain't one on one
'Cause its more like ten on two eyes red marijuana
He put up a fight so we gon beat him in a coma
Nigga constantly beckin' so he caught some of this drama
Just a few days lata pine box to his mama
A Moet bottle is a nice lil head jamma
Slap you in ya dome bust yo shit like a sledgehammer
Ramma jamma we is doin damage to a busta
Give a damn-a who'll violate you muthafuckas
Fight, fight, fight
It's about to be some shit nigga we here now
We's about to whoop some ass nigga we here now
I done cliqued up wit my hood nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch, we gon' fight up in this bitch
Fight, fight, fight
It's about to be some shit nigga we here now
We's about to whoop some ass nigga we here now
I done cliqued up wit my hood nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch, we gon' fight up in this bitch
You can step right on up we layin' smack down
Now we don't give a fuck 'cause we gon' crackdown
On you hoes who'll suck and ridin' niggas nuts
Playas all in tha club and chargin' these sluts
Niggas don't wanna buck that ain't what ya need
Beat his ass to a pulp and took all his weed
Pocketknife you get stuck jailhouse Pop-a-lar
In ya back in ya guts on ya head droppin' ya
Swellin' eyes bustin' lips just like Thunder dome
In da car extra clips you won't make it home
Treatin' you like a bitch 'cause that's what ya is
Cut blood out yo wig playa can you dig
Plastic surgery scalpin' like an engine
Don't be testin' me mane yo eye get blackened
Neva will miss a week I'ma keep it hood style
If ya down for ya street throw some bows get it wild
Fight, fight, fight
It's about to be some shit nigga we here now
We's about to whoop some ass nigga we here now
I done cliqued up wit my hood nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch, we gon' fight up in this bitch
Fight, fight, fight
It's about to be some shit nigga we here now
We's about to whoop some ass nigga we here now
I done cliqued up wit my hood nigga we here now
We gon' fight up in this bitch, we gon' fight up in this bitch
I'ma whoop this bitch, why? 'Cause I don't like him
I'ma whoop this bitch, why? 'Cause I don't like him
I'ma whoop this bitch, why? 'Cause I don't like him
I'ma whoop this bitch, why? 'Cause I don't like him
I'ma whoop this bitch, why? 'Cause I don't like him
I'ma whoop this bitch, why? 'Cause I don't like him
I'ma whoop this bitch, why? 'Cause I don't like him
I'ma whoop this bitch, why? 'Cause I don't like him
Fight
Fight
Fight
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Hard rock and a bad attitude fuelled the bad boys from Australian band Kings of the Sun. Flamboyant vocalist Jeffrey Hoad and his brother Clifford Hoad were playing with the Young Lions until guitarist Bob Spencer left to join the Angels in 1986. With the dissolution of the Young Lions, the Hoad brothers formed Kings of the Sun and signed to Mushroom Records. The new band's debut single, "Bottom of My Heart"/"Bad Love," would prove to be Kings of the Sun's biggest hit, eventually reaching the national Top 20.

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