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ying yang twins - what's happnin'! lyrics

(feat. trick daddy)

[intro (airplane taking off in background)]
miiiaaammmmiiii… [echo]
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

[hook]
boom!! it’s on, b-tch n-gg- we’ll rock yo’ dome
boom!! b-tch what’s happnin’? (what?!)
boom!! b-tch what’s happnin’? (what?!)
boom!! it’s on, b-tch n-gg- we’ll rock yo’ dome
boom!! b-tch what’s happnin’? (what?!)
boom!! b-tch what’s happnin’? (what?!)

[verse one – trick daddy]
half step p-ssy -ss n-gg-
why you lookin’ at a n-gg- like you wanna run one wit’ me?
i got my big gun wit’ me don’t feel like doofin’ i feel like shootin’ fool!
and i don’t like your at-tude
you do sh-t that dem hoes on a rag’ll do
ol’ f-ggot, you better watch your mouth
fo’ i be in front yo’ house, when yo’ -ss come out
ol’ b-tch -ss, hold another n-gg- d-ck -ss, b-tch -ss, n-gg-!
keep lookin’ at a n-gg- like you gonna tell somethin’
i’ll f-ck around and, kill ya!
so now that you set you ready, yo!
if this sh-t get silly i’m lettin’ it go
first scrito in the front seat
you ever come my way, it’s gon’ be gunplay
heeeyyy.. i ride wit’ a ak, get high and spit five out the ak
ok, let a n-gg- play and watch t-double-d knock ya -ss of the free seat
all my dade county chevy boys, who drive candy toys and tolt guns galore
and treat the hummer like a tonka toy
got sh-t you n-gg-z ain’t seen before

[verse two]
ying yang and the t-double-d
we, in this motherf-cker crunk in this motherf-cker
and our n-gg-z wit’ a miami boy
and i still like to play wit’ my tonka toy
i’m a toys r us kid, yes i is
you can’t be serious, yes i is
you think i’m playin’ than ask my brother
you still don’t believe me than ask my mother
because i love my gun, i play wit’ my gun
have fun wit’ my gun, have s-x wit’ my gun
and i don’t put a motherf-cker out for fun
’cause i ain’t funna’ get ya -ss tryin’ to run
i’ma bust one time, bust two times
and the third time yo’ -ss is mine
go down for the count, “he can’t get up!”
d-mn! he fell and he can’t get up!

[verse three]
you a soft mo’f-cka, kind of gay mo’f-cka
if you mad ’cause you like you never had mo’f-cka
f-ck yo’ -ss mo’f-cka, that’s the past mo’f-cka
and i know the fact make ya mad mo’f-cka
it iiiss.. what i thought n-gg- think it ain’t
for reeeaall… you lame and we off the chain
and the t-double-d, we bolo
f-ck hoes n-gg-z ride by my dolo
get the keys to my car, and i jump in
hit the liquor store, buy my cigars and ‘gen
get drunk and i’m off in the wind
lookin’ for a itty bitty pretty that could hold a sin

[bridge]
we smokin’, and ridin’
don’t tell n-body be quiet
might cut it lil’ b-tt it
can’t let this sh-t get ugly

[outro]
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
oh my god, from the south to the bottom
trick daddy dollaz, ying yang twins, beatin’ -ss
collipark music incorperated
this that next level right here, it’s that crunk party
all these n-gg-z doin’ crunk music, we crunk party n-gg-
be original wit’ it, hey man who really run the south?

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