Playlist Ying Yang Twins

ying yang twins - by myself

[Intro]
Eh, yo, yo yo
This is Ying Yang Twins with a ghetto public service announcment (uh oh)
Red light (ohh), red light (ohh, ohh)
Stay by yourself, (ohh) by yourself (ohh)...

[Chorus - 2X]
Smoke by myself
Drink by myself
Poke these hoes by my goddamn self, for rrreal (By my goddamn self)
For rrreal (By my goddamn self)

[Verse 1]
Nigga dwell on it, can't he
So tell on me, got my bitch all at the crib
Try to smell on a nigga, wanna stay around him
But when I'm sitting on the couch
She keep me saying "ouch", cuz she grabbin on my crouch
And I already know, thinking to myself
What the fuck, somebody told
Had to have been one little nigga that I showed
Some shit that they never should have seen, anyhow
All hell nigguh...hatin' on me now, smokin' on my weed
Steady drinkin' on my beer, hell naw niggah
Get the fuck up out of here, can't hold one
So you can't hold your tongue, niggah lips smackin
Like she chew bubble gum, tell her where I been
What I did, who I'm with
Said see me with two bitches, thats when I said it
I gotta stay the fuck away from head, I'ma

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 2]
Smokin' weed by myself, drinkin' Henn by myself
Buckin' hoes by myself, I fuss with nobody else
Now red light, child started a fight
Just talking all about us, and whilin', its alright
I hate when my brothers, fuckin' up undercovas
Shorty, did I stutter? Go get another rubba
Child is shaking like blubba, child that want me to cut her
Too many niggas in the house, time to get out!
I get freaky in the back, while you play at your work
I'm hitting the fat monkey, and damn your girl chunky
Haven't seen what I've been, I'm drinking all alone
On the phone with my b...l, u, n, t 'course every day
I white out, acamo, philly, or marsailles
Give a fuck about a bitch, what that muthafucka say?
Who gives a shit? Grab a bitch in the club
Show her love with a dub, and them niggas hatin' cuz I...

[Chorus - 2X]

[Verse 3]
Smoke by myself, drink byself
Poke by myself, cuz I was born by my goddamn self
Fuck, run and train, that shit laid
I'd rather be one-on-one with a bitch came right
Too many heads on a blunt, nigga don't get high
I don't give a fuck, if ya got five
Every now and then you chip, and you wanna get Henn
But you never got a twinny-twin-twin, don't roll trees
Hey man, shit, take it from me
You better off to get drunk on a pepsi
Up, thats it, we might be a freak (Hey lemme roll with your phone?)
I ain't taking nobody with me, I'ma ride by myself
Get high by myself, get drunk by myself
Fuck this ho by my goddamn self (myself)
Don't nobody hold your own, like your own
Thats why we on our own...

[Chorus - 3X]

[Outro]
See now when you do what you do, how you do what you do
When you do what you do, nobody can tell on you
If you all by yourself, ah ah ah, say it
I don't need no friends, I don't need no foes
I'ma drink my Henn, and choke all out the door
Now everybody said goodbye, get your hand that burns
It's just good to see ya ride, reverse, reverse
Biieetch, reverse, reverse, biieetch
To wonder all this time, what happened this time? (Hoooo!)
Everybody tries ta, everybody chill...we just playin'
Everybody but me, Ying Yang Twins out for the 2001
(Eh, we'd like to thank y'all)
Went down to the jukebox...

ying yang twins - 1st booty on duty

[Intro:]
COLLIPARK!!!
YEAHR!!!
HAAAH!

[Bridge: Kaine]
What the fuck yall think this here
1st booty on duty the bitch gon get to it
It's money here
The hoe better to do it
Everybody on dat
I smell weed
I see nigga to sippin
Yall niggas need start tippin
I'm see the Ying Yang

[Refrain: D-Roc & Kaine]
Somebody

ying yang twins - a

[Kaine]
Fuck them mutha fuckin niggaz and them hoes
and them niggaz that be talkin that smack
Act on those pussy muthafuckaz or those hoes'll
put this trouble on your nutsac
Pack, let a nigga know nigga know do you wanna go that far with us
Do you wanna go to war with us
Do you really thank that you gonna stop a, top a, drop a, NO
With a nigga in tha street (?) heapin at me, he a true city thug
Yeah, ha nigga what? When you trapped in a cut, ain't nobody showin no love
Hoes lookin for a he'll hold to clapped, cuz bitch you already some
If you lookin for a shell to hide behind that mean you (?) from a punk, BITCH!

Chorus: 2x
A! A! A! A!
Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha
A! A! A! A!
Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha
A! A! A! A!
Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha
A! A! A! A!
Do you know the price you pay

[D-Roc]
You lay down low for hoes
Get that mat out your nose
You heard the same story told
From beginnin to old
I give a fuck no mo', bitch 'bout the cheese
Hangin round a nigga cuz he drinkin and smokin weed
Ridin on them D'z
Thugs ride clean
Mo' gone mean,
Just many peepin out that scene, gotta make that money man
So I'm headin to the trap
First hit the Micky D'z, dropped da crib to take a nap
Nigga! Nigga! Nigga!

Chorus: 2x

[China Dog]
You flip the script
I'm gonna kick the shit, for all of my thugs(echo)
Ask me was up, what you got on the dub, but I have no love for scrub(echo)
I gotta get mine, so I grab so Hennessy some weed so I can get crunk
If I get and itchy finger on my finger on da trig-
I'ma put this nig- in da trunk
Don't waste no time, this killa be kill, I ain't fin to die by this shit
Don't waste no time, just walk up to em, squeeze, and lets get what I need
Drag the body in the creek getta burn rubber cuz I gotta fleed the scene
No time to go to jail for a murder case all the thugs,
judge you know what I mean (echo)

Chorus: 2x

[D-Roc]
Some of these niggaz be fuckin' ya'll quick, nigga,
what you taught my Ying Yang Twins (?) still runnin' up at the (?)
Some of these niggaz be perpetratin'
On the side-lines, instigatin
Nigga like me be concetrate, quick to start regulate
Grab yo' shit, ya gon' get killed, times up anyway
Fuckin wit the Ying Yang Twins don't you know the price you pay
Obviously you don't cuz you still wanna run ya mouth
When you hear that A!(echo) we tell em bout that dirty south

Chorus: 2x

ying yang twins - alley

[Hook]
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nooooooow

[D-Roc]
Tell a nigga dont act no fool
What's up cuz? Stay cool
Smoke some mary jane, you know the rules
Haters puttin salt in the game
Wanna keep a thug out the drug house
But you know the drill...a fro, polo
And a nigga in the club smokin dubs
Like a tru center thug
The big boy Willie Grill
Smoke swisher sweets, dont miss a beat
If a nigga feelin froggy leap
We ballin, shot-callin
ho's holla'n, try to follow
When a nigga aint ballin, sheesh
Still pullin on the hair
On my ching-ching weigher
(????????????)
Ho we can head to the spot in Decatur
(??) smoke optimos, and try to cop the ho's
(?) cant stop my (?)
Killa a bitch, kill a bitch, soon to buss
Aint to many niggas that can fuck wit' us
Y'all niggas think you can fuck wit' us
Some of y'all niggas gon' miss the bus
See playa we dangerous, stay (???)
Cock-block that fo'-fifth,
Switch your hands like (??)
Man then kick over to
Nigga cant see me with a birds-eye view
So you betta back up, back up
'fore a nigga straight have to act up, act up
Stand in this thang wit' the mac up, mac up
... 10 then because

[Hook]
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we alley
Whoa

[Mr. Ball]
We some alley muh'fuckas from the ATL, Georgia boys
We came to bring the noise, and we got them tonka toys (boom boom boom)
Niggas be bitin like jaws, nigga back the fuck off my balls
If you got some beef wit' me, then I got some beef wit' y'all
Now ooh lawd, them boys on the map again
Who they be? Mr. Ball and them Ying-Yang Twins
And when you down for yours, my nigga, I'm down for mine
Now dont make me have to say this shit one more time
Now back up, I know you dont want some muthafucka to act up
I thank you need to put your muthafuckin ?gack? up
Before you get dealt with
Fuckin around and get yourself hit
Off some fuckin bullshit
Cause we some country-ass Georgia niggas, I told ya nigga
We done and we done showed ya nigga, it's on my nigga
Doin this shit one more 'gain
I thank this time I'ma get a lil' more money to spend

[Hook]
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
Ah

[moans 'n groans]

[Kaine]
Ah, we some alley muthafuckas, shawty ya didnt know
Niggas is entertainin when they hit the front door
Nigga be like whoa, stop, control
But he was poppin off, so I'ma hit him in his nose
Throwin them 'bows, ColliPark know it explodes
Have a nigga feelin crunchy, smellin like toes
Ya know we had it from Georgia to Cali'
Doin shows from Virginia to that Cakilaki
Ask if are we lackin? Nothin, see we packin
4-5 glocks, .9 spray milli-tec and no actin, I'm blastin
I make my money ?threashin?
The foes see the gold and they dont wanna respect him
Maybe I cant help it, the way that I act
Handle your part thug, give him a heart-attack
Beatin ass in the back, slammin upon a track
Ying-Yang in this thang, ColliPark runnin thangs

[Hook]
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley

[D-Roc]
Now what's on your mind, if you got something to say
Then say that shit, dont hold that shit
Bitin your tongue, because your boys aint here
Who you roll with, 'cause that's bullshit
You'll get your ass kicked fuckin wit' real thugs
Playahatin you gets no love
Run and get your boys if you thinkin you're hard
If you know like I know, then your ass wont start...
with some crazy muh'fuckas tote gats too
Crazy muthafuckas that'll blast you
Crazy muthafuckas dont give a shit
What? Y'all niggas dont know who y'all fuckin with
We T-H-U-G-G-E-D O-U-T
We'll F-U-C-K yo' ass up with that heat

[Kaine]
Mutha-mutha-muthafuckas always talkin shit
Sixty-five niggas you can suck my dick
We Ying-Yang and it aint no thang
Sheisty muthafucka put it down on they brain
We real, some tru-city thug shit
The essence of a thug, they dont like a nigga in public
With two glocks, I represent 2pac, the block is too hot
They want a fool out the neighborhood (why)
Straight hard to fuck with, know he slangin hard
Niggas is paranoid, all I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
We youngin's nigga

[Hook] - 2X
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley

My nigga

ying yang twins - armageddon

Yeah,this is the ying yang and we won't to let
U know that every 1000 years some'em happen 999
Years done passed we came to last ahh.

(chorus)
Its the mutha fucking year of the so let us do our thing yang bring pain d-roc and kane whats up man (we just
Want alittle wrestling)its the mutha fucking year of the ying
So let us do our thing yang bring pain d-roc and kane
Whats up man.

(verse 1)
Ooh.....armageddon what armageddon what armageddon what
Armageddon incoming see its ying yang and we a hazzard
We gone get buck enough and get ready for war cuz we hasta
Its a disaster cuz them basters they know what slap a h
Jack a h crack a h forehead

ying yang twins - atl eternally

[Lil' Jon]
Yeeeeeeeah okay
It's about to go down in this muthafucka tonight (uh-huh)
Real niggas put your muthafuckin middle finger up (yeah)
(Uh-huh c'mon)

[Hook] - 2X
Dont wanna fuck wit' us niggas (well, uh-huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh-huh)
We aint scared of you nigga (well, uh-huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)

[D-Roc]
I burn and bang like some bullet-wounds
So when you step in my path, nigga you meet your doom
I'm smackin bitches with gloves, I aint no paper thug
This shit is real from jump, so if you wanna thump
Go play your cards my nigga, and we can get it started
You pulled your gat now bitch, lets see who coward-hearted
Pussy-perpetrators be poppin off, I think they dick-sucker
But Ying-Yang in this thang, we run this muthafucka
A-T-L nucca

[Hook] - 2x
Dont wanna fuck wit' us niggas (well, uh-huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh-huh)
We aint scared of you nigga (well, uh-huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)

[Pastor Troy]
Yeah, y'all already know what time it is
PT representin with them Ying-Yang boys
Make some noise baby, 'cause it's D-S-G-B
Y'all already know

[Pastor Troy]
Ying-Yang, everythang I got, I own
Pastor nigga, down to my fuckin chrome
As long as I'm here (uh-huh)
Uh pussy-nigga, it's gon' be a long year (c'mon)
No fear, I have none (uh-huh)
Why the fuck have fear? I got a gun
And if you run I'ma buss you in your back (uh-huh)
And leave your ass where you're at, like that

[Hook] - 2X
Dont wanna fuck wit' us niggas (well, uh-huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh-huh)
We aint scared of you nigga (well, uh-huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)

[Kaine]
Muthafuckas gon' feel lost
Y'all know that we back on
Nigga didnt thing we'd do it again
But the round we comin with too strong
So you need me to hold your lip bitch
Or find your ass in some bullshit
Some down south shit you cant fuck with
So I know you aint ready for a nigga to click
Better move bitch, 'cause niggas aint playin
Aint no more play in G-A, A-T-L where I stay, so then you better make way
'Cause if a nigga didnt know we keep on comin with hits
We got Lil' John, The Eastside Boys, and Pastor Troy in this bitch

[Hook] - 2X
Dont wanna fuck wit' us niggas (well, uh-huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh-huh)
We aint scared of you nigga (well, uh-huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)

Ah, now look, this the Ying-Yang Twins right
And we done collabed with Lil' John and them Eastside Boys and Pastor Troy
To let y'all know we aint no one-hitter-quitters
Fuck all y'all bullshitters, ahhhhhhh

[Lil' Jon]
Hope I dont bomb you from the ass and...
Wrap the gag and start blastin
Aint gon' ask no questions, have you lyin there dyin
Cryin and bleedin, see you later, I'm leavin
Onto the mist to the midnight creepin
Now you're eternally sleepin
From the A-T-L we gon' ride out
Headed to the underground hideout
We still gon' buss them slugs out
'Cause where I'm from, we thugged out
Keep it real for the nigga that didnt know
Keep it real for the nigga that slang dope
If you got it then buss your fo'-fo'
Where you from nigga? A-T-L ho

[Hook] - 2X
Dont wanna fuck wit' us niggas (well, uh-huh)
We click-click on a nigga (well, uh-huh)
We aint scared of you nigga (well, uh-huh)
You just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)

ying yang twins - badd

[Scream]
Collipark, hannnh
Chea! Yoh!
Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones Jones!
hannnh...
holluh atchu boi baby, you killed it on this one man, uhuh
Chea!
We got Ying Yang Twins and Mike Jones in the house tonight! Yo yo.
(all these piece)
Collipark and Swishahouse in this bitch,
check it out, yo yo,

[Chorus]
I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist wit a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist wit a big behind
You want this money then you gotta be a
Badd bitch
Shake that ass for a tip of you a
Badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a
Badd bitch
Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a
Badd bitch

[Verse 1]
I'm in the club, lookin' for a
Badd bitch
In the parking lot, lookin' for a
Badd bitch
Everywhere I go I'm trying to find that
Badd bitch
You know me I gotta keep me a
Badd bitch
Freak in the mornin', freak in the evenin'
I'm looking for a freak when I'm done block bleedin
Now take me to a house, tease me, then please me
And tell all her friends how the dick made her sleepy,
and believe me, when I'm up in there I'm beatin' it,
givin' ya that Mike Jones' treatment
I could tell by the way she walk that she got it
Body so deadly, you can tell when she drop it
I either gonna hit her imma beat ass tight
I've seen her walk by me, damn near passed out
then crept up behind her, tell her it was time to
Let a playa like me get in that vagina

[Chorus]
I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind
You want this money then you gotta be a
Badd bitch
Shake that ass for a tip of you a
Badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a
Badd bitch
Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a
Badd bitch

[Verse 2]
She's a ghetto ass bitch with some ghetto ass game
in the club where she work and she poppin' that thing
Said the bread keep her fed and the head at the bar
She could never breath on a nigga dick made em come,
Come one! (Come one!) Come all! (Come all!)
where them hoes like to get buckin bald
And can't take off they draws
Aint standin' now nigga naw
I love the way she dance, she look like she fuckin' herself
Shawty do a number just touching herself
Freaky ways she can shake ass for days
then kinky in sixty-nine different ways
Jump onstage she get paid she goes off
You got enough money she taking the clothes off
look at that, I tought I taw a puttycat
I did I did
I did taw a puttycat

[Chorus]
I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind
You want his money so you gotta be a
Badd bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of your
Badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you'ra
Badd bitch
Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a
Badd bitch

[Verse 3]
Bitch move, like you got somethin' to prove
Keep runnin' you dick sucka who you gonna lose?
I don't wanna hear 'bout your motherfuckin' blues
I'd rather see your ass clap clap in them shoes
Like
B-am b-am b-am b-am
Wham wham
I tought I taw a puttytat

Shorty gettin' crunk not gettin' old
Love it when she take it to the floor
Make a booty roll take her clothes off
And she love smokin' weed
And she getting hella freaky on the ecstasy
Do her dance for me song after song
Shawty won't stop she goin' all night long
Now that's a girl who know what she want and like
She a schoolgirl by day and a stripper by night

[Chorus]
I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind
You want this money then you gotta be a
Badd bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of your
Badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you'ra
Badd bitch
Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a
Badd bitch

ying yang twins - ballin g s

Ballin' G's

Chorus: (d-roc)
be ballin g's we get buck
all ballin g's just get crunk
bitches let me see you ride that dick
nigga you got ice than rock that shit
real niggas they dont hide they shit
we live and die for niggas we ride wit
f**k tha fame you can have that shit
imma slang an husltin an try to break me a bitch

Verse 1: (kaine)
I been many places
niggas pimpin an niggas playin
niggas hustlin niggas lyin an niggas prayin
for that allmighty
I ride them twenty inch yokohamas
in this game nigga I broke ya momma
smokin some-a
that tropical potent thunder
slangin dick knockin hoes down like lumber
chancin of u seein this nigga, Stevie Wonder
the pope said he wanna come smoke leave ya number

(d-roc)
one of the realest niggas you looked at trick
imma slang an hustle an try an break me a bitch
soft ass niggas dont bust like this
eightball f**k up all yall when I spit
blows like snows in Ohio thats thick
catch this come up short like bushwick
trick we be known at the slap ridas click
we dont chase hoes an hate niggas that ride dick

(Chorus)

Verse 2: (kaine)
w-w-w.m-j-g.com
give me the mic an ill give you songs
when the beats bumpin
give you something
for yo streo
an benz-o
chockin the f**k off endo
then go
splurgin off something in some over sized excursins
livin with a bitch you do nothin but blow herbs

when we tally hoe
daddy go
thats when my niggas say boom boom crack boom boom
thats what the trigger say

(d-roc)
what I deliever
make you civil
like you was ???
break the skeleton outta mothaf**kas who sellin them
shoot legs shootin heads necks an chests first
physically hurtin me
but nigga the stress hurts
I got a red shirt
spreadin over this bullshit
sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this
firearm
how come you think ??? with my pistol and
think I got no killin utensils

(kaine)
pistol play
playin wit me a get ya kidnapped
evidence show im just a hustla that know how to rap
post up an im gone bleed yo block
make it hot til it burn like a nigga sellin rocks
dd or one d nigga what the f**k
my room of 45's got my back in the cuts
??? join the club
I bust all day
just as long as a mothaf**ka pay me what I weight
hate in my bloodstream
smoked out dreams
shoot raps through my vein like a nigga was a fiend
I told yall niggas we was hard from the start
keep enough shit yo blow ya block apart
just to say I did that
you know who did that
that nigga everybody know
he in the fat pack
moet if it was fly nigga I said it
you might regret it if you wet it
and you need a medic

(Chorus)

(d-roc and kaine talkin)

ying yang twins - bedroom boom

[Verse 1]
Listen baby, sometimes I know I be playin but set aside the bullshit, I'ma grown ass man.
Whats to understand that I love to fuck, Can I hit it from the back or put ya ass in a buck?
Screamin Shawty what's up(sup), are we fuckin' are what(what), We aint got nothin to discuss im simply tryin to bust nuts.
The temperatures risin', We reachin the bed, Ya eyes begin to roll in the back of ya head.

[Verse 2]
Bangin' Headboards, The loud noise, The sound of you screamin.
Turn me on cus it sound like you singin'.
Sayin my name constantly(constantly), Sayin' daddy keep fuckin me(fuckin me).
Get it how you want it long as you keep lovin' me(lovin me).
Put ya thing down,
Boom the bedroom do it right(uh),
And it jus might be a long night, Alright,
Now be Quiet(yea) you dont want them to hear us outside,
let me get on bottom while you ride.

[Chorus]
Bedroom Boom, (Thats whats goin down tonight),
Bedroom Boom, (Let me do ya body right),
My bed will be boomin' for you... (boom boom, boom boom)
Bedroom boom, (All between the sheets baby)
Bedroom boom, (I wanna drive you crazy),
My bed will be boomin for you(ooohh ohh).

[Verse 3 (Avant)]
It feels like heaven when were off in this room together.
I Can hear the music playin, then I hear ya voice sayin,
"Ohh daddy now jus give it to me right there." "Ohh baby, Take a handfull of my hair."
Cus you like it rough (rough) cant get enough (nough).
Cus im the type of nigga thats gon fill you up, like a cup.
And make this love thing overflow,
I wont stop until ya body's tellin me so.
Sheets gettin' sticky from the strawberries and whipped cream,
If these walls could talk they would say this is one hell of a scene.
Now you movin ya body jus like a gymnist,
From the bed to the dresser, All type a' crazy shit.
Faces tellin me stories, Body's hot and so horny,
Hittin it from the rear, Wanna wisper somethin in yo ear. "I'm gonna love you all night... I promise."

[Chorus 2]
Bedroom boom, (Bedroom boom!!)
Bedroom boom, (I can hear it baby!)
My bed will be boomin' for you, (We'll be Fuckin all night, yesssss..)
Bedroom boom, (Hittin yo body!)
Bedroom boom, (Like boom boom boom!)
My bed will be boomin' for you, (My bed will be shakin', til' the screws come loose, while im off in it)

[Verse 4]
Boom goes the bedroom, Behind closed doors, And the bedroom depends on how far things go.
You move slow, I move fast when you off in that ass, But you hittin' that mothafucker like everytime yo last.
Spread yo legs like a bald eagle, Work that back, Move like a snake when you do dat dat.
Now be quiet, You dont want them to hear us outside.
Let me get on bottom while you ride.

[Verse 5]
You hotter than an eye stove, (Yea) Temptation got ya outta control, (Mmm Hmmm), You tremblin' like you
out in the cold, You screamin' you cant take it no more. Beat the pussy so bad we done fell on the flo.
(Can you believe it?) Throw our clothes in the kitchen and in the garage. All this love is waitin for you
like im El' DeBarge. See my dick stay hard. (Oh) And its gon stay cocked. (Yes) If a bitch fuck wit me she
gettin her cherry popped.

[Chorus 3]
Bedroom boom, (This is serious business, Baby)
Bedroom boom, (What goes on in this room, So amazing..)
My bed will be boomin' for you, (It makes me wanna say Boom! boom! Booooom!)
Bedroom boom, Bedroom boom, (Stay right there, down there!)
My bed will be boomin' for you (I can feel it, and it feels amzing!)

Boom Boom, Boom Boom(Fades)

ying yang twins - boom it s on

Miiiaaammmmiiii...
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

BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)

Half step pussy ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga 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 atitude
You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do
Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth
Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come out
Ol' bitch ass, hold another nigga dick ass, BITCH ASS, NIGGA!
Keep lookin' at a nigga like you gonna tell somethin'
I'll fuck around and, kill ya!
So now that you set you ready, YO!
If this shit 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 nigga play and watch T-Double-D knock ya ass 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 shit you niggaz ain't seen before

BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)

Ying Yang and the T-Double-D
We, in this motherfucker crunk in this motherfucker
And our niggaz 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 sex wit' my gun
And I don't put a motherfucker out for fun
'Cause I ain't funna' get ya ass tryin' to run
I'ma bust one time, bust two times
And the third time yo' ass is mine
Go down for the count, "He can't get up!"
DAMN! he fell and he can't get up!

BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)

You a soft mo'fucka, kind of gay mo'fucka
If you mad 'cause you like you never had mo'fucka
Fuck yo' ass mo'fucka, that's the past mo'fucka
And I know the fact make ya mad mo'fucka
It iiiss.. what I thought nigga think it ain't
For reeeaall... you lame and we off the chain
And the T-Double-D, we bolo
FUCK hoes niggaz 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

We smokin', and ridin'
Don't tell nobody be quiet
Might cut it lil' butt it
Can't let this shit get done

BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)

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' ass
Collipark Music Incorperated
This that next level right here, it's that crunk party
All these niggaz doin' crunk music, we crunk party nigga
Be original wit' it, Hey man who really run the south?

ying yang twins - brang you azz outdoz

Aw shit
let that pussy nigga write whats out
ah, that nigga dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers
what, what

[Chorus 1] - repeat 2X
Test that nigga, rush that nigga
get that nigga, man bust that nigga

[Chorus 2]
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
you wanna go and try to steal my clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz,
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz,
nigga, brang yo azz out doz

[Verse 1]
The same nigga with the same limp, and if you that same ol' bitch
Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick
She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters
See if we modivators, aint got no love, fuck scrub
She come to move the crew
I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits
I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine
It aint no fear in my eyes, this aint no fall ??
Them niggas holdin my back, see we got hella shit
Now watch my shit get lit - up like a cigarette
I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown
Cant even holla with something, see I done lived it now
These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I dont even know 'em
I keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paper
They want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovator
I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the equator
BITCH, I'll see ya later

[Verse 2]
I remember when a nigga didnt have these clothes
Remember when a nigga didnt have these golds
Remember when a nigga didnt have no ends
But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check
It take long time, but now a nigga livin good
Ballin with the thugs in my hood - the woods
If you didnt know TD drop thangs,
put a bullet in yo motherfucking brains
CAN YOU HANG?

[Chorus 1]
You get mad 'cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you)
You got anamocity on yo chest
Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz,
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
You wanna go and try to steal my clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz,
Brang yo azz out doz

[Verse 3]
Mayhem, double hands on the above
To me I'm putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang to 'em
Murderers, killas, thug niggas
Atl. grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers,
East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers
Cause I'm gon be there wit my True City Thug
Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I'm thugged out
They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out
Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean
Murder, murder, (murder, murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill)
You talkin shit, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled)
Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya
Aint gon let'cha get away, I think I had a bad day
Smucky bear with it, even though ????? in Adamsville
I dont give a fuck, nigga what if you book
I'm here so you can get me, and there's no way its gotta be
'Cause Roc that thugs keep a motherfuckin latchet

[Verse 4]
Get rapped up with that ying on yo azz when I swing it
Came up with that yang on yo brain with that thang man
Lyric, killin, and drug dealin, riders, and soldiers
comin out of Georgia, slangin wit that water
My other voice said "hi" today, so I gotta get high today
Tell my folks dont cry for me, just ride for me
And scream "free me"
Fuck about some bunkshots, and what knots
And altitudes, my niggas she botilary
For bustas who be talkin shit

[Chorus 1]
You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You get mad cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you)
You got anamocity on yo chest
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga brang yo azz out doz

[Verse 5]
It was this fly guy ? named frosted flakes
You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake
See you ran into this nigga, named suga bow
Suga bow was suga slim, with some long azz hair
Had this brawl on the strip, that was cuttin for chedda
She ?? freaky deaky bitch, met fruity pebbles
Up, another pimp, I hate to say it, green shirt, and blue jeans
Iced out, on the arm, I'm rollin, sayin you niggas gone

[Verse 6]
The mind murderer deep game, to talkin hoes out they clothes
It got me lost, gotta pay the cost, they say I'm off
Cause I'm a dead man walkin, deep dog talkin
Small time scracker, well be a thug trainer
Hangin by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with me
Because I'm known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked
So black yo wanna act up, you betta back up
'fore you get slapped up like biscuits
Sucked on like incense

[Chorus 2]
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
You wanna go and try to steal my clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga, brang yo azz out doz

If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch
You aint got no gat, you better use yo fist (repeat 5X)

Test that nigga, rush that nigga,
get that nigga, man bust that nigga (repeat 2X)

I said y'all motherfuckers gon' learn
If ya play with fire nigga ya gon' get burned (repeat 4X)

ying yang twins - calling all zones

[kaine & D-Rok Talking]

[Chorus]
You got a one way ticket to hell,
Smack dab in the middle of the ATL,
And aww, I dont wanna hustle no more but the streets wont let me go,
All my niggaz say,
Zone 1 (right here), Zone 2 (right here), Zone 3 Zone 4 (right here), Zone 5 and 6, but thats it.

[Verse 1]
For a nigga with a dream,
Atlanta is the city,
And they make it so seem,
But ride through the city,
And The Streets aint clean,
All I see is drug deals, big wheels and feinds,
But any way they took East Atlanta back,(?)
Throw Atlanta Down,
Turned little Vietnam to a white folks town,
And fo, I forget to say you should have been fixture streets by MLK,
I aint talkin about the dope,
In talking about the raggedy road,
Niggas clank they rims riding over yo' bottles,
But thats how it goes,
When you stuck fuck outta luck and lost in the ghetto's.

[Kaine and D-Rok Talking]

[Chorus]
You got a one way ticket to hell,
Smack dab in the middle of the ATL,
And aww, I dont wanna hustle no more but the streets wont let me go,
All my niggaz say,
Zone 1 (right here), Zone 2 (right here), Zone 3 Zone 4 (right here), Zone 5 and 6, but thats it.

[Verse 2]
They talking ATL, Atlanta Georgia,
We the shit,
We talking Holy Feild you know that nigga named Mikavitch,
They called me mamma boy but now they call me drummer boy,
They talking jet skiis, I had that shit last summer boy,
Charles is gone, Cher is show case,
5 5 9 night life (they had it goin on),
Back then Shawty D was gone,
Flat heat right here was on,
They put me on the song back then we all got along, aint had no switch game
Atlanta just wont be the same,
Hit Man, Sammy Sam, DJ Smurf and Ying Yang,
I know when kids rockin(?) used to beat the block, I lived in a little house boy,
And the block party would never stop, I remember when G-Lyfe was when I had that little jelly bean,
I remember them East 30 Cadilacs and
Cut Supreme,(?) I built the school and shot Marvin thats what I did,
I remember the curfues what we used to get(?).

[Chorus]
You got a one way ticket to hell,
Smack dab in the middle of the ATL,
And aww, I dont wanna hustle no more but the streets wont let me go,
All my niggaz say,
Zone 1 (right here), Zone 2 (right here), Zone 3 Zone 4 (right here), Zone 5 and 6, but thats it.

[Verse 3]
A parking lot Alley niggaz thinkin again,
When you speeking bout' Atlanta mention Ying Yang Twins,
There born and raised,
God done made it hard for us,
Cause y'all outta towners came here and fucked shit up,
But y'all cant fuck with us, cause as soon as shit start goin on you leave Atlanta and go right back home,
And thats the pussy mother fucker,
Ya heard me motherfucker, bring off in there mouth (?) ATL-ANTA,
Stop asking me cause that why I stay, if you can spell,
Thats Atlant motherfucker, ya heard me mother fucker,
So dont ask me again,
Cause I aint saying it again,
Let me ask you do you remember jelly bean Cherri Show Case Club sense in tha game,
Lemme tell you about some ghettos,
Inglewood East Lameadows(?) ATL.

[Chorus]
You got a one way ticket to hell,
Smack dab in the middle of the ATL,
And aww, I dont wanna hustle no more but the streets wont let me go,
All my niggaz say,
Zone 1 (right here), Zone 2 (right here), Zone 3 Zone 4 (right here), Zone 5 and 6, but thats it.

ying yang twins - cealin to da floo

CHOROUS:
Shawty so crunk she commin' out her clothes
dick so big got caught in her throat. Do it hurt?(Yeah!)
Do it hurt?(Hell Yeah!) one lil two that's what you get when
you let a nigga lick that click.Do you like it?(Yeah!)Want
a nigga to bite it?(Hell Yeah!)From the cealin'(From the cealin)
To da flo'(To da flo') Cuz that hoe don't want no mo'(No mo')
that bitch bett have my dough(my dough) suck it suck it suck it
suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it.
Lick it lick it lick it lick it lick it lick it lick it lick it lick it lick it lick it

*Verse 1:*
Niggas I'mma tell ya, ya can't trust a bitch as far as you can smell 'em
ya betta lick that stamp and mail 'em back ova there to da otha
fella. I care less(like I'm 'spose to) Always tryna stay fresh(like I'm
'spose to) Don't tollerate that stress(like I'm 'spose to) I'll punch
a bitch in the breast (In the chest?) Yeah!! Yeah!! I caught up wit
this hoe she sucked my dick behind the sto' and I skeeted in her
throat then a nigga had to go I had to roll.Then I'm lookin for another
head harder. Georgia dome put your mouth on the dick give me
Georgia dome. I love pussy pussy's good but it always bleed when the
time of the month come.Bitch get your licks!
*Chrorus*

*Verse2:*
Fuck nigga that's enough said see a bitch is only good for a duck head.
Quacker.Yours degrate and pure jaw jacker. A low selfesteem nigga
can't outmack her. Bring her to the world of a low down nigga.She da
bomb! You gottta pass the hoe 'round nigga. Here she come! And all
boxes fall shawty wanna play with the balls! Bitch please I'm hotter
than 400 degrees! The only time you use your mouth is when you get
on your knees so don't speak you shouldn't be sayin nuttin at all cuz
it's hard to talk with a mouth full of dick and balls. So put it in your
mouth and blow put it deep down in your throat. A nigga like me don't
wanna hear that shit so do what the fuck you've been told.
*Chrorus*

*Verse3*
I smoke by myself(still by myself) I drink by myself(drink by myself)
I fuck these hoes by my got damn self. You smoke by yourself(what
you do shawty?) You drink by yourself(what you do shawty?) You fuck
these niggas by your got damn self.(what you do shawty?)(what you
you do shawty?)And don't forget about the women that love to get ate
out if you eat red lobster she'll suck your thang off. Now that's a full
course meal for a nigga like me. I'm sorry I ain't gonna eat. Now
I don't eat nothin that get up and walk away somebody I gotta look
at face to face.I say eww that's nasty, nigga if you want to eat it you
can have it!!!
*Chrorus*

ying yang twins - crank it up []

(Chrous)
Get Krunk
Straight up out the dirty (Right nigga we get you krunk)
Goddamned you dont like this (Ying Yang in this thang betta lite cigars)
See some say we came
But we gonna show you aint (Stop that)
Nobody gonna stop us

(Ying Yang)
You muthafucker better get right quick
Ying Yang bumpin that get high shit
Take it to the club and i bet it wont miss
Juke them a dub, and thats how they gonna get it
If i got it comin down buy my shit
Think i aint a punk, ill take your bitch
Take 'em in, brake 'em in put 'em on the track
We say ah heere, get you money back, ah ah

(Chrous 2)
All my niggas in the cluuuuuuuub
Lets crank this muthafucka uuuuuuup
All my hoes in tha club
Put some mo' in yo' cup
Crank this muthafucka uuuuuuup

(Chrous 2)
All my niggas in the club
Lets crank this muthafucka up
All my hoes in tha club
Put some mo' in yo' cup
Crank this muthafucka up

(Ying Yang)
See i was sittin in the club
'Bout a quarter to 12
Sippin on some henn
Gettin bout krunk with dale
If this niggas gettin wrong i hit his ass with a chair
Crank this muthafucka up my nigga cause we dont care
If these boys want to jump my nigga gonna have to getcha
Slap 'em with a bottle or hit 'em that little pimp
Get throwed out the club
But we dont give a fuck
Best belive we'll be back
Crank this muthafucka up

(Chrous 2) X-2
All my niggas in the club
Lets crank this muthafucka up
All my hoes in tha club
Put some mo' in yo' cup
Crank this muthafucka up

(Ying Yang)
Nigga plug up the hole and close the door
Everybody get krunk with there kin folk
Man had these same two thugs from a year ago
As you whistle while you twurk
Niggas tearing the show
I represent where i know is straight with beef
From Angelwood we from we lovin this
Rip track from racks
Big john for real
Next charlie brown it gets better
We rock the cain settin all in the club
We on the floor, we crank the beat more
Dont stop this shit, we like this shit
We make the shit, dont fake the shit
Get krunk wit dis, get drunk wit this
Dont stop the beat, we gonna rock the beat
Everybody yell Ying Yang crank it up, what you gonna do Crank it up

(Chrous 2) X-2
All my niggas in the club
Lets crank this muthafucka up
All my hoes in tha club
Put some mo' in yo' cup
Crank this muthafucka up

(Ying Yang)
Get krunk (Crank this muthafucka up)
Get krunk (Crank this muthafucka up)
Crank this muthafucka up
Crank this muthafucka up
Crank it up,crank it up, crank it up, crank it up, crank it up, crank it up
Crank this muthafucka up
Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up
Crank this muthafucka up
Crank it up, crank it up, crank this muthafucka up
Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up, crank it up, crank it up
All my niggas in the club

ying yang twins - credits

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