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lirik lagu ying yang twins - what's happnin'!

[intro]
miami…
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, hey
(4, 3, 2, 1)

[chorus: ying yang twins]
boom!! it’s on, b-tch n-gga, we’ll rock yo’ dome
boom!! b-tch, what’s happnin’? (what?!)
boom!! b-tch, what’s happnin’? (what?!)
i said boom!! it’s on, b-tch n-gga, we’ll rock yo’ dome
boom!! b-tch, what’s happnin’? (what?!)
boom!! b-tch, what’s happnin’? (i-yup!)

[verse 1: trick daddy]
half step p-ssy -ss n-gga
why you lookin’ at a n-gga like you wanna run one wit’ me?
i got my big gun wit’ me
don’t feel like dukin’, i feel like shootin’, fool
and i don’t like your at-tude
you do sh-t that them hoes on a rag’ll do
ol’ f-ggot, you better watch your mouth
‘fore i be in front your house when your -ss come out
ol’ b-tch -ss, hold another n-gga d-ck -ss, snitch -ss n-gga
keep lookin’ at a n-gga like you gonna tell somethin’
i’ll f-ck around and, k!ll ya (f-ck around and k!ll yo’ -ss)
so on your mark, get set, get ready, yo!
if this sh-t get silly i’m lettin’ it go
on front street or in the front seat
you ever come my way, it’s gon’ be gunplay
and hey… i ride wit’ the ak
get high and spit five out the ak
okay, let a n-gga play
and watch t-double-d knock your -ss off the free seat
all my dade county chevy boys
we drive candy toys and tote guns galore
and treat the hummer like a tonka toy
and got sh-t you n-ggas ain’t seen before, huh

[chorus: ying yang twins]
boom!! it’s on, b-tch n-gga, we’ll rock yo’ dome
boom!! b-tch, what’s happnin’? (what?!)
+boom!! b-tch, what’s happnin’? (what?!)
i said boom!! it’s on, b-tch n-gga, we’ll rock yo’ dome
boom!! b-tch, what’s happnin’? (what?!)
boom!! b-tch, what’s happnin’? (i-yup!)

[verse 2: d roc]
ying yang and the t-double-d
we, in this motherf-cker, crunk in this motherf-cker
atlanta n-ggas 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’, then ask my brother
you still don’t believe me, then ask my mother
because i love my gun, i play wit’ my gun
i fondle my gun, have s-x wit’ my gun
and i don’t pull that motherf-cker out for fun
’cause i ain’t finna’ give yo’ -ss time to run
i’ma bust one time, bust two times
by the third time, your -ss is mine
he’ll be down for the count, he can’t get up
d-mn! he’s fallen, he can’t get up

[verse 3: kaine]
you a soft muh’f-cka, and a f-g muh’f-cka
if you mad ’cause you like you never had muh’f-cka
f-ck yo’ -ss muh’f-cka, that’s the past muh’f-cka
and i know the fact make ya mad muh’f-cka
it is, what a f-ck n-gga think it ain’t
for real, you lame and we off the chain
ying and the t-double-d, we bolo
f-ck hoes, n-ggas, ride by my dolo
get the keys to my car, and i jump in
hit the liquor store, buy my cigars and gin
get drunk and i’m off in the wind
lookin’ for a little itty bitty pretty that could hold a sin

[bridge: d roc]
we smokin’, and ridin’
don’t tell n0body be quiet
might cut it, lil’ buddy
can’t let this sh-t get ugly

[outro: mr. collipark]
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, hey, hey

oh my god, from the south to the bottom
trick daddy dollars, ying yang twins, beat-in-azz
collipark music incorporated
this the next level right here
this that crunk party
all these n-ggas doin’ this crunk music, we crunk party, n-gga
we original wit’ it, yeah
hey man, who really run the south?

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