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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
WRONG!!
[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] Some of these bitches be real the hard knock Watchin gettin crunk they start they won't stop Hoes get naked for cheese they love that Take the baddest bitch in the club I fuck that You fuck that, I fuck that I fuck that, you fuck that I fuck that, I fuck that (AIGHT YEP) [Verse 1] [Kaine] You the baddest bitch in the club (I fucked her) Fine she a dime showin off (I fucked her) Caught her at the club by the deal for real Ask to what it is and she let her nigga trill (YEAHRRR) Just like that, the nudy so good I want to call her back One more time (one more time) Jumpin up & down on the like is mine [D-Roc] Sweet bitch makin money in the club Them hoes still showin Ying Yang love Them get ya still get naked for a dub But these days these bitches wanna fuck Wanna show me what she really made up Wanna leave with me when I leave the club She tryin really hard to get me her stuff I tell her pop that shit drop that shit [Bridge] [Kaine] Look here! I wanna know what yall niggaz stand in here for? All over tha hole and up the bar Like these some kind of superstar Yall Nigga need to motherfuckin break bread The Hoe that bills paid They tryna get that hell laid And they tryna do it the A-Town way I see you down keep tippin Ying Yang [Refrain] [D-Roc & Kaine] Some of these bitches be real the hard knock Watchin gettin crunk they start they won't stop Hoes get naked for cheese they love that Take the baddest bitch in the club I fuck that You fuck that, I fuck that I fuck that, you fuck that I fuck that, I fuck that (AIGHT YEP) [Verse 2] [D-Roc] they get crunk as shit them hoes really really love the dick anddd hoes suck dick like a bottle aint droppin nothing the hoe gonna swallow then fuck you to death like she fucking herself and really dont need your help by a god damn self have you feeling like a real rookie thats what i like to call stipper pussy thats mine that sweet black pussy mine gi'me that gi'me that pussy mine thats what a nigga say long as bread in thir face then you be in they way mine she cronk and grinding standing saying i spent a lot of money on you diamond she talking ass motherfukers got a bitch dead then she catch a 'causeon and her nigga in the bed RIGHT!!!! [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 ready 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] Some of these bitches is real the hard knock Watchin gettin crunk they start they won't stop Hoes get naked for cheese they love that Take the baddest bitch in the club I fuck that You fuck that, I fuck that I fuck that, you fuck that I fuck that, I fuck that (AIGHT YEP) [Verse 1] [Kaine] You the baddest bitch in the club (I fucked her) Fine she a dime showin off (I fucked her) Caught her at the club by the dipp for real Ask to what it is and she let her nigga trill (YEAHRRR) Just like that, the nudy so good I want to call her back One more time (one more time) Jumpin up & down on the like is mine [D-Roc] Sweet bitch makin money in the club Them hoes still showin Ying Yang love Them bitches still get naked for a dub But these days these bitches wanna fuck Wanna show me what she really made of Wanna leave with me when I leave the club She tryin really hard to get me her stuff I tell her pop that shit drop that shit [Bridge] [Kaine] Look here! I wanna know what yall niggaz stand in here for? All over tha hole and up the bar Like ya some kind of superstar Yall Nigga need to motherfuckin break bread The Hoes need bills paid They tryna get that hell laid And they tryna do it the A-Town way I see you over there, keep tippin Ying Yang [Refrain] [D-Roc & Kaine] Some of these bitches is real the hard knock Watchin gettin crunk they start they won't stop Hoes get naked for cheese they love that Take the baddest bitch in the club I fuck that You fuck that, I fuck that I fuck that, you fuck that I fuck that, I fuck that (AIGHT YEP) [Verse 2] [D-Roc] Have you ever fucked a stripper bitch they get crunk as shit them hoes really really love the dick annnd hoes suck dick like a bottle aint droppin nothing the hoe gonna swallow then fuck you to death like she fucking herself and really dont need your help by a god damn self have you feeling like a real rookie thats what i like to call stipper pussy thats mine that sweet black pussy mine gi'me that gi'me that pussy mine thats what a nigga say long as bread in thir face then you be in they way mine she cronk and grinding standing saying i spent a lot of money on you diamond she talking ass motherfukers got a bitch dead then she catch a 'causeon and her nigga in the bed (DAM!) Theres a lot of niggers in this problem makin a big dipper For the butt naked bitch won't buy you a new rolla tipper You need to be like t-pain man show some love to a mother fuckin stripper Yall niggas aint complain but she on her dam thang wanna get hell laid and deal with real niggas in the A that why I see these niggas man!! [[[[OUTRO]]]] Some of these bitches is real the hard knock Watchin gettin crunk they start they won't stop Hoes get naked for cheese they love that Take the baddest bitch in the club I fuck that You fuck that, I fuck that I fuck that, you fuck that I fuck that, I fuck that (AIGHT YEP) OOOOH!!!!! (Ey!!!!) You aint got to go home but cha gotta get the hell out of hear!!!!!!!!!!! Yall aint tippin no hoes!! (HAAAAH!!) I missed the part I called outro cant figure it out sorry창?짝창?짝창?짝 |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
(chorus)
23 hour lockdown where they treat you like a ho slide you a plate up under the door nigga have to shit in the middle of the floor prison ain't a place that we need to go so 'til they free pimp c i'ma leave up to u g o k k k to keep it street this one here for the street this one here for the street life can be so hard shit can hurt so bad always have you sayin' constantly making you mad (say free pimp c free pimp c!) life can be so hard (free pimp c free pimp c!) shit can hurt so bad (free pimp c free pimp c!) always have you sayin (free pimp c free pimp c!) constantly making you mad (d roc) in a lil bitty room where there ain't no light thinkin bout this is the wrong and the right the dark and the light, the strong and the weak your conscious askin you trying to get you sanity you gotta hold your ground can let it ??? your friends in the heatership while they always dip left you by yourself stuck up fucked up behind them bars, the times is hard thought you was smart now you losing jumping around the room giving yourself febreezy trying all types of suicidal tactics the people walk in and put you in strait jacket until they free pimp c i'ma leave it up to u g o k k k to keep it street that's why me and my brother got bun b to bounce wit us on this beat (chorus) (kane) 23 hours lockdown in a cell can drive a nigga crazy as hell looking at four walls can do nothing at all got you feeling like a dog in a cage a monkey on the rage and the guard i wanna spit in your face take the privilege away but keep your head up son be brave don't let the worries of jail bring you down keep a focus head and gain more knowledge instead i know it's not where you wanna be but take it from me i know everybody love to be free so god dammit free pimp c i know he ready to hit the street and jump back to makin beats and i know that nigga miss bun b so we gon keep it on the g that's comin for my brother and me and we gon be here when you hit the streets we waiting on the date that they free pimp c (chorus) (bun b) d-roc let me put something on your brain how would you feel if they locked up kane? kane how would you feel if they locked up d? well that's what the fuck happened to me with pimp c, my right hand my best friend my ace boom coom, man we closer than ken we've been on the grind, holdin it down till he got caught up in some bullshit, that got him some time almost lost my mind, started drinkin a fifth a day couldn't understand why they was takin a pimp away (why?) we right on the edge, we bout to blow ?? need to go sittin in the cell watchin time go pass lookin at your kids and your momma doin +glass+ if i could turn back time i would of told him keep the glock down but now i pray for the day he may get out 23 hour lock down |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) - Chopped & Screwed (2005)
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
all (all)
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from Ying Yang Twins - Alley (2002)
<i>[Hook]</i>
Nigga, we be alley My nigga, we alley Nigga, we be alley My nigga, we alley Nooooooow <i>[D-Roc]</i> 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 <i>[Hook]</i> My nigga, we alley Nigga, we alley My nigga, we alley Nigga, we alley Whoa <i>[Mr. Ball]</i> 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 <i>[Hook]</i> My nigga, we alley Nigga, we be alley My nigga, we alley Nigga, we be alley Ah <i>[moans 'n groans]</i> <i>[Kaine]</i> 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 <i>[Hook]</i> My nigga, we alley Nigga, we be alley My nigga, we alley Nigga, we be alley <i>[D-Roc]</i> 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 <i>[Kaine]</i> 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 <i>[Hook - 2X]</i> My nigga, we alley Nigga, we be alley My nigga, we alley Nigga, we be alley My nigga |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Alley (2002)
Yeah okay
It's about to go down in this muthafucka tonight Real niggas put your muthafuckin' middle finger up Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas We click-click on a nigga We ain't scared of you nigga You just a bitch, my nigga Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas We click-click on a nigga We ain't scared of you nigga You just a bitch, my nigga 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 ain't 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, let's 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 Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas We click-click on a nigga We ain't scared of you nigga You just a bitch, my nigga Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas We click-click on a nigga We ain't scared of you nigga You just a bitch, my nigga 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 Ying-Yang, everythang I got, I own Pastor nigga, down to my fuckin' chrome As long as I'm here, pussy-nigga, it's gonna be a long year No fear, I have none, why the fuck have fear? I got a gun And if you run I'm a buss you in your back And leave your ass where you're at, like that Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas We click-click on a nigga We ain't scared of you nigga You just a bitch, my nigga Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas We click-click on a nigga We ain't scared of you nigga You just a bitch, my nigga Muthafuckas gonna' feel lost, y'all know that we back on Nigga didn't 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 ain't ready for a nigga to click Better move bitch, 'cause niggas ain't playin' Ain't no more play in G A, A T L where I stay So then you better make way 'Cause if a nigga didn't know We keep on comin' with hits We got Little John, the Eastside Boys And Pastor Troy in this bitch Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas We click-click on a nigga We ain't scared of you nigga You just a bitch, my nigga Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas We click-click on a nigga We ain't scared of you nigga You just a bitch, my nigga Ah, now look, this the Ying Yang twins right And we done collabed with Little John And them Eastside Boys and Pastor Troy To let y'all know we ain't no one hitter quitters Fuck all y'all bullshitters Hope I don't bomb you from the ass and Wrap the gag and start blastin' Ain't gonna 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 gonna' ride out Headed to the underground hideout We still gonna' buss them slugs out 'Cause where I'm from, we thugged out Keep it real for the nigga that didn't 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 Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas We click-click on a nigga We ain't scared of you nigga You just a bitch, my nigga Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas We click-click on a nigga We ain't scared of you nigga You just a bitch, my nigga, yeah |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
[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 delit, 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 Ain't 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 kick it 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 Be |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) - Chopped & Screwed (2005)
[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 delit, 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 Ain't 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 kick it 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 Be |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
[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, are we fuckin' are 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, Sayin' daddy keep fuckin me. Get it how you want it long as you keep lovin' me. Put ya thing down, Boom the bedroom do it right, And it jus might be a long night, Alright, Now be Quiet 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) Bedroom boom, (All between the sheets baby) Bedroom boom, (I wanna drive you crazy), My bed will be boomin for you. [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. Case is 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, yes..) 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 or 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 album store, (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' Depoge. 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 what baby..) My bed will be boomin' for you, (Say Boom! boom!) Bedroom boom, Bedroom boom, (And it feels amazing!) |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) - Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(feat. Avant)
(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) |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Alley (2002)
[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' |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
Mary mary, My mary, my mary mary, my mary, my mary, my mary
[Chorus] Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin collard greens (yes indeed!) Collard greens , we need some muthafuckin collard greens (no sticks, no seeds!) Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin collard greens (in my weed!) Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin collard greens Burn one, smoke some Who got tha blunts, blazin one Lift it in ya hand, then raise em up, light em up, take a puff Inhale, exhale, what's that smell, can't you tell Talkin bout that god damn herbal tea, puffin on damn marijuana trees What's wrong with these, real G's, goin in, all stank Everybody pullin out a bag of dank, shit in the air, so funky stank What the hell, might as well, smoke em all, we can ball Sit down playa before you fall, sesh kickin in on all of y'all Now take it in, through the nose Hold the smoke, let it go If ya choke, then you know, thats that, sell some mo' Fill up the weed pipe, keep all the seeds tight Do one hit it, mine does always keep me high, [Chorus] Gimme that green hella green, or that reefer cheba Let me show you how we, put em up, put em up, get a little high Gotta go get dank, stop at the liquor store, get dat drank Don't forget yo blunts, and yo razor Tell yo folks you were high, let em later, don't wanna save a Split the blunt, dump the tobacco, leave the paper, then put in the weed Roll it up, then grab yo lighter, ain't no way you can get no higher Take it from me, I smoke everyday, ridin away, gotta cheap that hay By the road, yes here that's right, gettin fucked up (that's riiight!) Just an average day in ma hood, in the wood, baby liquors all good Comin straight from the ATL, DC that's what we all grill Blow a gun, shoot smoke in the air Pour some liquor, for your niece who ain't there Gotta get this shit crunked up, sittin around, just gettin fucked up, yup [Chorus] Mary Jane, is my, everythang, And I, think I love her, more than a lady She'll never kick me out the door, or try to play me I guess that that's the reason, she my muthafuckin baby TILL DEATH DO US PART, Mary got my HEART Only thing can stop my from dyin with her is GOD I don't know bout YOU, but I know bout ME Yes INDEED, imma smoke WEED All we do is smoke weed, get it till we see or call the weed man ??? I love that shit with no seeds in it, shit that have purple leaves in it Shit that smell like outdoor, but we call that shit indoor I grow, purple, we don't fuck with it If yo weed got seeds in it, you can keep that shit Cuz I'm a hella reefer choka, big weed smoka Cuz nigga we smoke that quick green, that shit that we call collard green, yep [Chorus] |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Alley (2002)
(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 |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
Yeah Ohohohoooo yeah! (up up oh up up yap) Ying Yang (yap yap up up oh yap yap) Wyclef (yap yap oh yap yap) Collipark (yap yap oh) Lets Go! She's fire She's fine She heals She mine Black barbie I'm ken She got hundred men and boosting I ain't really trying to let you in But you can spend your Benjamins Make no mistake bout it she your friend Pisses all about differences Wait she like to play games And she don't care who she play wit' She do what she do And she gon' get what she gon' get She hit the club And she gon' make her money quick Shake it Down the pole And make beleive the normal beat I like the the way she dance she take the thug put them in the trance She shake the like an avalanche Look into her eyes And you taking the chance I see the fire in her eyes Fire in her eyes The way she moves She got the fire in her eyes Fire on her waist Fire in her thighs I love the scandal She so dangerous (dangerous) She's so dangerous (dangerous) She's so scandolous (scandolous) I love the scandal Hear me sing Wohoo Hear she comes Watch out boy she'll chew you up She's dangerous (dangerous) Dangerous (dangerous) I love the scandal Freak, let me skid Shorty gonna make me spend all my earnins When I leave I'm gonna tell all my friends And we both coming back again And I'm looking for that girl (girl) That dance floor be the last time Shorty get crunk So Ima get her to dance for me one more time They can chunk it Work that monkey Pop that money Boy she want it All up on it They gonna pay her Show her around free So they can play her Dangerous (that girl) Scandolous And the world's girl's boys Well they angered us She so dangerous (dangerous) She's so dangerous (dangerous) She's so scandolous (scandolous) I love the scandal Hear me sing Wohoo Hear she comes Watch out boy she'll chew you up She's dangerous (dangerous) Dangerous (dangerous) I love the scandal You call your momma Lemme see your move Dirty dancing all in the nude Get crunkish She about 5 to 6 So I spend the money to see it I love them girls that belly dance Drop it down low And shake that Like whoa Shorty look like her ma Remind me of a coke cola bottle She a bad problem With her mind on the riches So bad she pimp him All about that mighty dollah, yeah Trying to rip what she ain't gonna hollah Send for the fry She gon' get it Then you go high She'll get it Tell 'em why She already did it Oh boy Allright rotate em DJ Whoa Black baby Ramalam Whoa Black baby Ramalam Whoa Black baby Ramalam Whoa Black baby Ramalam Yeah Black baby Ramalam Yeah Black baby Ramalam Yeah Black baby Ramalam Yeah Black baby Ramalam Wow Black Baby Ramalam Wow Black Baby Ramalam Wow Black Baby Ramalam Wow Black Baby Ramalam |
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from Club Hiphop Dance Vol.2 2008 (2008)
[Wyclef]
I like the way The way she dance (OHH!)(HAAA! HAAA!) She take the thug Put 'em in a trance (OHH!)(HAAA! HAAA!) She shake her ass Like an avalanche (HAAA!)(OHH!) Lookin to her eyes (HAAA! HAAA! HAAA!) And you takin' the chance I see the fire in her eyes Fire in here eyes (YEAAAH!) The way she move She got the fire in her eyes! Fire on her waist Fire in her thighs (YEAAAH!) BUT I LOVE THE SCANDAAAAAAAAL Refrain] She's so DANGEROUUUUUUUUS (Dangerous) She's so DANGEROUUUUUUUUS (Dangerous) She's so SCANDOLOUUUUUUUS (Scandolous) I LOVE THE SCANDAAAAAAAAL HEAR ME SING! Woooohoooo hear she comes! Watch out boys She'll chew you up She's DANGEROUUUUUUS (Dangerous) DANGEROUUUUUUS (Dangerous) I LOVE THE SCANDAAAAAAL [Verse I.] [Kaine] She fiRe, She fine She heals, She mine Black Barbie I'm Ken She got hundred men and ?boosting? I ain't really trying to let you in But you can spend your Benjamins Make no mistake in fact it she your friend Pisses all about differences! [D-Roc] WAIT! She like to play games And she don't care who she play wit' She do what she do And she gon' get what she gon' get She hit the strip club And she gon' make her money quick Shakin ass on the pole And best believe the mamma thick (?) [Bridge] [Wyclef] I like the way The way she dance (OHH!)(HAAA! HAAA!) She take the thug Put 'em in a trance (OHH!)(HAAA! HAAA!) She shake her ass Like an avalanche (HAAA!)(OHH!) Lookin to her eyes (HAAA! HAAA! HAAA!) And you takin' the chance I see the fire in her eyes Fire in here eyes (YEAAAH!) The way she move She got the fire in her eyes! Fire on her waist Fire in her thighs (YEAAAH!) BUT I LOVE THE SCANDAAAAAAAAL [Refrain] She's so DANGEROUUUUUUUUS (Dangerous) She's so DANGEROUUUUUUUUS (Dangerous) She's so SCANDOLOUUUUUUUS (Scandolous) I LOVE THE SCANDAAAAAAAAL HEAR ME SING! Woooohoooo hear she comes! Watch out boys She'll chew you up She's DANGEROUUUUUUS (Dangerous) DANGEROUUUUUUS (Dangerous) I LOVE THE SCANDAAAAAAL Verse III.] [D-Roc] Get Crunk lil momma Let me see your move Dirty dancing all in the nude Get crunk and shit She about 5 to 6 So I spendin the money to see it I love them girls that belly dance Drop it down low Do you shake that ass Like WHOA! Shawty look like a model Remind me of a coke cola bottle. [Verse II.] [D-Roc] 3 LET SKIN Shawty gon make me spittin all on my ears When I leave I?a tell my friend(s) And we both comin back again And I? lookin for that girl (Girl) That danced for me the last time Shawty get CRUNK! So I?a get?r to dance for me 4 more times [Kaine] Thick and chunky Work that monkey Pop that money Boy she want it All up on it They gon pay her Shawty bout bread So you can play DANGEROUS that girl! SCANDOLOUS (AHH! AHH!) And the world of girls boy? Where they hang wit us (AIGHT YEP!!!) [Refrain] [Wyclef] She's so DANGEROUUUUUUUUS (Dangerous) She's so DANGEROUUUUUUUUS (Dangerous) She's so SCANDOLOUUUUUUUS (Scandolous) I LOVE THE SCANDAAAAAAAAL HEAR ME SING! Woooohoooo hear she comes! Watch out boys She'll chew you up She's DANGEROUUUUUUS (Dangerous) DANGEROUUUUUUS (Dangerous) I LOVE THE SCANDAAAAAAL |
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from Club Hiphop Dance Vol.1 - Ride Da Riddimz (19 Blazin' Dancehall Tunes) (2008)
Everybody in the club in the heat
Pussy get to poppin' when we holdin' the beat Bitches throwin' up, they posin' hands Ass keep poppin' out these female pants Every motherfucker sippin' on liquor See the crunker they be gettin' when they be drinkin' a beer And they be pullin' on a momma like, "Bitch come here" Pullin' on a momma like, "Bitch come here" I'm Santa Claus, didn't you hear? Tell Johnny Saint Dick what you want this year And we might get it to yo' ass by the summer Who? Peter Pancakin' with a thumper You, know we crank the club Black magic in here, so drank it up And you gon' be just as drunk as us You gon' be just as drunk as us Fin' to take it to the stage, drop Put it all in yo' face, drop Make it flow in the place, drop 'Fore a little buddy gotta bank, drop just to see you Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Now let me put you up on somethin' different All female need to pay attention I wanna see you gyrate on the flo' Move your body, body like you want this dough This one right here for the sexy girl With a two piece on go on work it girl She'll make you keep comin', spendin' yo' money When yo' mind need to be on yo' woman But the way she move you hypnotized Now you got pussy all in your eyes Aye, bartender bring another round Tips shorty on the pole, start slidin' down Fuck it, might as well make it rain 'Cause pussy all around you callin' yo' name They know what they got and they know how to use it Drop that motherfucker to the music Fin' to take it to the stage, drop Put it all in yo' face, drop Make it flow in the place, drop 'Fore a little buddy gotta bank, drop just to see you Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker When you see her on the flo' You know she droppin' to the music Yup, yup, we like that Yup, yup, yup, yup, we like that Put it all in yo' face And still be droppin' to the music Yup, yup, we like that Yup, yup, yup, yup, we like that Drop that motherfucker, drop Drop that motherfucker, drop Breakin' it down and makin' your rounds On my house, see you the baddest bitch in the town Layin' it down, they like the way she screw up the ground Screw up the ground Round and around she went representin' for the rent and the presidents Hella thick, quick like some instant grits Boy that's it, hot out the motherfuckin' oven Buzzin', plus she doin' the shit that you lovin' Fin' to take it to the stage, drop Put it all in the face, drop Make it flow in the place, drop 'Fore a little buddy gotta bank, drop just to see you Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop, drop, drop, drop Drop, drop, drop, drop |
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from 17 Again (세븐틴 어게인) [ost] (2009)
Everybody in the club in the heat
Pussy get to poppin' when we holdin' the beat Bitches throwin' up, they posin' hands Ass keep poppin' out these female pants Every motherfucker sippin' on liquor See the crunker they be gettin' when they be drinkin' a beer And they be pullin' on a momma like, "Bitch come here" Pullin' on a momma like, "Bitch come here" I'm Santa Claus, didn't you hear? Tell Johnny Saint Dick what you want this year And we might get it to yo' ass by the summer Who? Peter Pancakin' with a thumper You, know we crank the club Black magic in here, so drank it up And you gon' be just as drunk as us You gon' be just as drunk as us Fin' to take it to the stage, drop Put it all in yo' face, drop Make it flow in the place, drop 'Fore a little buddy gotta bank, drop just to see you Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Now let me put you up on somethin' different All female need to pay attention I wanna see you gyrate on the flo' Move your body, body like you want this dough This one right here for the sexy girl With a two piece on go on work it girl She'll make you keep comin', spendin' yo' money When yo' mind need to be on yo' woman But the way she move you hypnotized Now you got pussy all in your eyes Aye, bartender bring another round Tips shorty on the pole, start slidin' down Fuck it, might as well make it rain 'Cause pussy all around you callin' yo' name They know what they got and they know how to use it Drop that motherfucker to the music Fin' to take it to the stage, drop Put it all in yo' face, drop Make it flow in the place, drop 'Fore a little buddy gotta bank, drop just to see you Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker When you see her on the flo' You know she droppin' to the music Yup, yup, we like that Yup, yup, yup, yup, we like that Put it all in yo' face And still be droppin' to the music Yup, yup, we like that Yup, yup, yup, yup, we like that Drop that motherfucker, drop Drop that motherfucker, drop Breakin' it down and makin' your rounds On my house, see you the baddest bitch in the town Layin' it down, they like the way she screw up the ground Screw up the ground Round and around she went representin' for the rent and the presidents Hella thick, quick like some instant grits Boy that's it, hot out the motherfuckin' oven Buzzin', plus she doin' the shit that you lovin' Fin' to take it to the stage, drop Put it all in the face, drop Make it flow in the place, drop 'Fore a little buddy gotta bank, drop just to see you Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker Drop, drop, drop, drop Drop, drop, drop, drop |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Alley (2002)
Ah Some of these niggaz dont know what they in fo when they fuckin with Some some of these niggaz dont know, what they in fo when they fuckin with Some some of these niggaz dont know what they in fo when they fuckin with Some killaz, killaz, killaz, killaz Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Lay the fuck down Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Ying yang in the thang we make these hoes cry Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Lay the fuck down Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch You girly boys we'll make ya niggaz cry Hands on your head, knees on the ground Bitch yous gots to get down You done seen this shit befo so you know how the story go Tryin to bump that tryin to show em where ya heart at ima show ya where the thug at u gotta live that, i gotta fake that u a itty bitty rat gettin chased by the fat cat the muthafucka tryin to run it in the hole aint goin, a muthafucka betta hold that shit We young niggaz dont hold that shit if you got a blunt then roll that shit wait a minute bitch, fold that shit whistle with, the hata next door on the side ima ride on my ho like a long brain Now ima load it up and ima cock it back knock yo bottles all up off the track I came through the front door and out the back And on my way out shit i laid you flat heard that you had a whole key of crack One bird 'cause u know i gotta twurk with that Rub it up tight and the platinum sack Take it low in my dros and im startin to laugh Im commin through this bitch like i ran the track Screen door closed bust through the glass Here he is boy jumpin out the back I aint worried 'cause i had all the baskin ass fo fo them hoes to face him back got a left nut and a face of cash Ying Yang Twis and them Dirty boys on the top gun shot-gun left ya jazz Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Lay the fuck down Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Ying yang in the thang we make these hoes cry Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Lay the fuck down Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch You girly boys we'll make ya niggaz cry Four nggaz in the expedition on a late night mission Gat cocked mashed up betta catch ya niggaz livin Hold up Slow it up lights off that aint no nigga dont move where its at, get down hit tha floor gimmie all your dough gimmie yo pack and new pole gimmie all yo weed gimmie all yo G Now its tha gangsta, tha pimp, with us, thats a coma Ying Yang Twins and them dirty boys (Nigga what?) thats a coma I told ya niggaz dont be playin with it 'cause when you see it in chrome then you know when its on so bitch get on over I wanna catch two skis and feel that twurk I watch your bitch gimmie head man i know she can suck So for me its why we pimpin on a pimp ass stall We back and forth still boy when I shoot that big ass wall she wanna live boy betta get up on ya guard get down on ya knees and pray hard to god 'cause we aint takin no shit, we aint takin no softs boy thats what you get for tryin to follow So the next time you see Mr.G dont cross 'cause i aint tryin to be the small bitch or claim a ball youll be lost up on this thing stinkin grow up whatcha thinkin? them boys from the (?) and the A T L bitch we always down fo the gankin Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Lay the fuck down Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Ying yang in the thang we make these hoes cry Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Lay the fuck down Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch You girly boys we'll make ya niggaz cry Here We go we fuck the whole world Ying Yang Twins kickin in yo door everybody betta hit tha floor gimmie tha weed and all yo dough backed in on 30th street oh and dirty gettin D's in the street four niggaz out on the street if you fuck you get put to sleep infared be on your scope gimmie that shit i wont kill yo girl fuck that bitch and fuck tha world nigga whatcha say? (Fuck tha world) and lay her down 'cause its all in the game D-Roc and Kaine that Ying Yang Twins then gonna bring some pain niggaz throw pistols down on they train That shit like it hot, yo ass just got got (got) we almost got shot (shot) but he did not (not) we follow good directions when he seen that slippin weapon he got almost everything we got everything you nigga get to steppin bust one shot he started runnin i hear the police comin (wooop) nigga got to get the fuck gone c'mon nigga lets get the fuck gone we got gone like quick (quick) get a nigga fo his shit thats what we mean when we say drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Lay the fuck down Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Ying yang in the thang we make these hoes cry Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Lay the fuck down Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch You girly boys we'll make ya niggaz cry Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Lay the fuck down Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Ying yang in the thang we make these hoes cry Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Lay the fuck down Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch Drop like this bitch You girly boys we'll make ya niggaz cry Some of these niggaz dont know what they in fo when they fuckin with Some some of these niggaz dont know, what they in fo when they fuckin with Some some of these niggaz dont know what they in fo when they fuckin with Some killaz, killaz, killaz, killaz AH! |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A.Still United (2006)
[Intro]
See, why a nigga make a mothafuckin song like this, cuz mothafuckas always off in a niggas ear, like a nigga dont do shit, bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla wop wo wop wop wop. all you do is mothafuckin nag, stay off my niggas dick like a tick bitch you irritate a nigga like an itch, this is why a nigga wants to tell yall, get off my dick and my nuts, BIITCH! [Verse] Some of yall ? Here its big game Put ya name in shame Its yo fuckin bling Sure dont make a mothafuckin punk raw ??? You thinkin with ya brain Ya thinkin with ya dingaling Lost in the sauce ?????? Had a bad bitch and a grill but ya lost Washed up now Still lookin up No ??? cant pay yo dues so you gotta blow Flow Some like war Gotta think hard Gotta be a little smart Cant be ??? With all that vulgar destruction Gets ya blood rushin Make a nigga wanna bad ??? One roundabout knocked out Call it a brick ?????? Cant hold with a brawler bitch These niggas is raw We got the hooks upside ya jaw [chorus] Yall hoes get off my duts (AHH) Yall hoes get off my duts (AHH) Yall hoes get off my duts (whats yo duts?) Ma dick and my nuts Yall niggas get off my duts (AHH) Punk niggas get off my duts (AHH) Punk niggas get off my duts (whats yo duts?) Ma dick and my nuts [outro] Hey king, bump that shit man, this collipark music, fuck all these hoes and these niggas Check this out, dont even worry bout it, matter of fact, we gonna let dj science rip they ass, check it out (dj scratches up samples of two men saying 'my dick' and 'my balls' until fade) |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
I had a partner named Courtney
Dead, pulled by a van, blood gone from his head I had another partner named Terry Dead, he tried to flee the scene before they hit 'em wit the left My grandma always said When it rains it pours So they're dying like flies Got me kinda scared to go outdoors I had a cousin named Ant Dead, they say the young man only died by the head The streets all we got it Boys gon' be boys, me in ya hype Teach your son to like guns with toys Now what we supposed to do When you know you gotta get ya kid enrolled in school? So you start hanging 'round with the local crew Have a smoke or two Start kicking 'em a joke or two Tell me what the parent's supposed to do? Go tell momma (Go tell momma) To go ask daddy (To go ask daddy) That since when was the last time We were a family Like we supposed to be Brothas and sistas (Brothas and sistas) Achi cousins I love you (Achi cousins I love you) And sometimes we as family We don't do what we supposed to So I say Family, yeah, family Family, yeah 1979 that's when my momma had me 2006, her oldest son is a daddy Check it, I got two daughters of my own They say I degrade women But they degrade they self They didn't have help, growing up She had a dead beat momma And a dead beat dad She go and shake, shakes quick in the club Drop it like it's hot I tell my kids what to do And what to do not I'm a grown and I gotta feed my kids So I teach them the right And wrong way to live If you feel bad You need to stop shaking, shaking And your parents won't be so mad Might smile at you If you keep shaking your *** in the club Ying Yang gon' show you love Listen, I keep stressing to my daughters stay in school Learn all you can, yes, I'm a real family man Go tell momma (Go tell momma) To go ask daddy (To go ask daddy) That since when was the last time We were a family Like we supposed to be, family Brothas and sistas (Brothas and sistas) Achi cousins I love you (Achi cousins I love you) And sometimes we as family We don't do what we supposed to So I say Family, yeah, family Family, yeah Check this out I wanna break the music down for a minute I wanna say something to us You know I say us 'cause we are a people We all are equal If you love your sister, your brother Your father, your mother Clap yo' hands Clap yo' hands Clap yo' hands Clap yo' hands Family, family Family, family, family Go tell momma (Go tell momma) To go ask daddy (To go ask daddy) That since when was the last time We were a family Like we supposed to be Brothas and sistas (Brothas and sistas) Achi cousins I love you (Achi cousins I love you) And sometimes we as family We don't do what we supposed to So I say Family, family Family, yeah |
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from Jacki O - Poe Little Rich Girl (2004)
(feat. Ying Yang Twins)
Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (Jacki-O) Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (Ying-Yang) Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (Po' Boy) Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (College Park) Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Damn, that bitch is fine (I'm a sexy motherfucker) Damn, that bitch is fine (I'm a sexy motherfucker) Damn, that bitch is fine (I'm just a sexy motherfucker) Damn, that bitch is fine I get it from my mammy, and I know how to handle it Plus I got a motor like a banshee If that's ya man, girl you can forget it I'm standin by the bar, parrot-toed, bowlegged I make him wanna hit the bare guts It ain't his birthday, I'm the reason he got his hair cut Turned on by my stank walk, now he can't talk But I'ma give him what he came for Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it (He told me to) Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it (make that booty roll) Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it (Make that booty roll) Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki (Jacki-O!) Damn, that bitch is fine Damn, that bitch is fine Damn, that bitch is fine Damn, that bitch is fine Fine as a mu'fucker, shaped like a Coke bottle Nigga got a lump in his throat so he can't swallow Sh-she walkin' wit it, yeah that why ya ass'll get it Gotta keep it at a distance Cause if you walk my way nigga gon' be persistent Smack that ass, pat, pat Back that ass up to the back, back You got me daydreamin, havin wet dreams Jacki, is there anymore room in them jeans For a freaky motherfucker like me A ATL nigga wit a lot of gold teeth Goddamn you fine wit a big behind I just wanna touch your booty one time Is it soft like it look, I'm curious George Your booty put a smile on all the boys Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it (He told me to) Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it (make that booty roll) Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it (Make that booty roll) Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Jacki-Jacki-Jacki-Jacki, Jacki-Jacki-Jacki Damn, that bitch is fine Damn, that bitch is fine Damn, that bitch is fine Damn, that bitch is fine (Jacki-O!) Said you like this chunky monkey and you want it Cause I ride it like a pony when I'm on it You just wanna get up on it so you can bone it I'ma have you givin loans of money for homes, yeah Queen of the South, Jacki-O gon' hold it down Boys seen them pictures in Vibe, they wanna blow me down They wanna show me round, they know it's sunshine They see the ghetto booty and they know it's lunchtime Gourmet cuisine got 'em actin silly He ain't even fuck, I only let him suck the titties Now we in Hong Kong, I got the thong on He on the phone, told his hoe that he ain't comin home Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it (He told me to) Drop that shit, now roll wit it Drop that shit, now roll wit it (make that booty roll) Drop that shit, now roll wit it, roll wit it, roll wit it (Make that booty roll) Ro-ooo-oo-ool, ro-ooo-oo-ool Ro-ooo-oo-ool (make that booty roll) Ro-ooo-oo-ool, ro-ooo-oo-ool Ro-ooo-oo-ool (make that booty roll) I'ma drop my shit and roll wit it Drop my shit and roll wit it Drop my shit and roll wit it Roll wit it, roll wit it |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
Fri-fri-friday
Fri-fri-friday Fri-fri-friday See it don't really matter what yo' boss got ta say We can't make ya mad See it's pay day, you got double over time Ain't nothin' on yo' mind Time to recline, hit the club We gon ride 'cause it's Friday Friday Friday Friday Ain't no sweat, give me my check, let me jet Go get fresh, look my best Better then the rest, best in the flesh Greater then lest Take you the pass, yes, I'm the head Rub my glass, second best on the verse I'm the worse when I'm on tha When I play I look fly All the girls wanna, all the girls wanna Ride thro the hood with a Chevy dom The south got bottom and we love the thump The bass gon vibrate in the trunk The thump gon make the body hump It's Friday, it's pay day Everything gon' go my way day Everybody gonna hear what I got to say I'm out this bitch 'til Monday It's Friday, it's pay day Everything gon' go my way day Everybody gonna hear what I got to say I'm out this bitch 'til Monday I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block The club is the place where the party gon' rock I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block The club is the place where the party gon' rock You been workin' all week, didn't get much sleep But today is the last day, time to go play Get yo check, get out that bitch You know where to go to get crunk with it Hit the club, get you drank on Hit the dance flo', get yo' crank on Party over here get crunk over there Everybody's hands in the motherfuckin' air Hot but you feelin' good You ain't on the clock so it's all good You havin' you a ball, you with yo' dogs And the club packed from wall to wall See it don't really matter what yo' boss got ta say We can make ya mad See it's pay day, you got double over time Ain't nothin' on yo' mind Time to recline, hit the club We gon ride 'cause it's Friday Friday Friday Friday Just got paid, it's Friday night Hit the mall get fresh Hit the club tonight Damn right, party 'til it's time end On Saturday I be back again It's the weekend, baby, have a blast You thru with yo' drank Have anotha glass Get yo ass on the dance flo' Have some fun You in the middle of the crowd, nigga Burn you one They drankin', they thankin' the weekend last forever But before you leave the club you need to pull you together While you sippin' and tippin' you need to check you ride Because you don't want to go outside and catch a dui Warning Fridays usually lead to high volumes Of drinking, smoking and partying It's Friday, it's pay day Everything gon go my way day Everybody gonna hear what I got to say I'm out this bitch 'til Monday It's Friday, it's pay day Everything gon go my way day Everybody gonna hear what I got to say I'm out this bitch 'til Monday I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block The club is the place where the party gon' rock I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block The club is the place where the party gon' rock Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls It's with great pleasure for me To introduce to you my Wyclef John Aitte, now I know y'all crunk We gon keep y'all crunk We bringin' back that funky shit Ying Yang and Wyclef in this bitch But I would like to introduce to y'all My man, the wonder boy But y'all may know him As Jerry Wonder on the bass guitar |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Me & My Brother (2003)
[chorus]
Shawty so crunk she comin out her clothes dick so big got caught in her thoart. do it hurt?(yeah) do it hurt?(hell yeah) one nut, two nuts that's what you get when you leta nigga lick that clit do you like it?(yeah) want to a nigga to bite it?(hell yeah) from the ceiling To the flo Till that hoe don't want no more That bitch better have my doe suck it(repeat over) lick it (repeat over) Niggas, I'ma tell yea you can't trust a bitch faras you can smell em' you better lick that stamp and mail em' back over there to the otha fella I care less(like i pose to) Always gotta stay fresh (like I 'pose to) Don't tolerate that stress(like i 'pose to) I'll punch a bitch in the breast (in the chest) I caught up with this ho she sucked my dick behind the store and I skeeted all in her thoat Then a nigga had to go I had to roll. Then I'm looking for another headhunter Georgia Dome Put your mouth on the dick give me Geargia Dome I love pussy pussy good but it always bleed when it's time of the month come, bitch eat yo dick [chorus] Fuck nigga that's enough said. See a bitch is only good for a duck head.(quacka) USD, Grade A pure jaw-jacka Low self-esteem nigga can't out mack her Bring her to the world of a low down nigga She the bomb You gotta past a ho round nigga here she come And all boxers fall shawty gon play them 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 saying nothing at all cause 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 thoat Nigga like me don't want to hear that shit so do what the fuck you been told [chours] I smoke by myself I drank by myself I fuck these hoes by my got damn self You smoke by your self You drank by your self You fuck these niggas by your got damn self I said forget about them women that love to get ate out You'll be eatin'Red Loster she'll suck your thang off That's full-course meal for a nigga like me I'ma starve cause i ain't gon eat Now I don't eat nothing that get up and walk away Somebody I gotta look at face to face I say ew, that's nasty Nigga if you want to eat it you can have it (YAA!!!) [chours] |
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from Westwood (2003)
[chorus]
Shawty so crunk she comin out her clothes dick so big got caught in her thoart. do it hurt?(yeah) do it hurt?(hell yeah) one nut, two nuts that's what you get when you leta nigga lick that clit do you like it?(yeah) want to a nigga to bite it?(hell yeah) from the ceiling To the flo Till that hoe don't want no more That bitch better have my doe suck it(repeat over) lick it (repeat over) Niggas, I'ma tell yea you can't trust a bitch faras you can smell em' you better lick that stamp and mail em' back over there to the otha fella I care less(like i pose to) Always gotta stay fresh (like I 'pose to) Don't tolerate that stress(like i 'pose to) I'll punch a bitch in the breast (in the chest) I caught up with this ho she sucked my dick behind the store and I skeeted all in her thoat Then a nigga had to go I had to roll. Then I'm looking for another headhunter Georgia Dome Put your mouth on the dick give me Geargia Dome I love pussy pussy good but it always bleed when it's time of the month come, bitch eat yo dick [chorus] Fuck nigga that's enough said. See a bitch is only good for a duck head.(quacka) USD, Grade A pure jaw-jacka Low self-esteem nigga can't out mack her Bring her to the world of a low down nigga She the bomb You gotta past a ho round nigga here she come And all boxers fall shawty gon play them 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 saying nothing at all cause 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 thoat Nigga like me don't want to hear that shit so do what the fuck you been told [chours] I smoke by myself I drank by myself I fuck these hoes by my got damn self You smoke by your self You drank by your self You fuck these niggas by your got damn self I said forget about them women that love to get ate out You'll be eatin'Red Loster she'll suck your thang off That's full-course meal for a nigga like me I'ma starve cause i ain't gon eat Now I don't eat nothing that get up and walk away Somebody I gotta look at face to face I say ew, that's nasty Nigga if you want to eat it you can have it (YAA!!!) [chours] |
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from Club Hiphop Dance Vol.1 - Ride Da Riddimz (19 Blazin' Dancehall Tunes) (2008)
[Chorus]
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time Get low, Get low 6x To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she fuck that Question been harassing me in the mind this bitch is fine I done came to the club about 50th 11 times now can I play with yo Paine line club owner said I need to calm down security guard go to sweating Me now nigga drunk then a motherfucker threaten me now She getting crunk in the club I mine she work Then I like to see the female twerking taking the clothes off BUCKEY naked ATL. Hoe ; disrespect it Pa pop yo pussy like this cause yin yang twins in this bitch Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities Now bring yo ass over here hoe and let me see you get low if you want this Thug Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act you can keep yo ass where you at 3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time Get low, Get low [6x] To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya Now back,back,back it up a back,back,back it up a back,back,back it up a back,back,back it up Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya 3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time Get low, Get low [6x] To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend Stupid bitch standing there while I drinking my hen Steady looking at me Still asking questions Times up nigga pass me another contestant Hoe move to the left if you bout 50th Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already looking at a nigga with yo palm all out bitch I even seen you dance Twerk something baby work something baby Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby Slide down dat bitch wit yo little bit then stop Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands I just wanna see yo ass drity dance yin yang we done again And put it on the map like annnnn 3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time Get low, Get low [6x] To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) Got dam (Got dam) ya l twreking alittle bit ladies But ya got to twrek alittle bit harder then dat now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite (where my sexy ladies) we want l to do this shit like this Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) 3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time Get low, Get low [6x] To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) |
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from Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz - Crunkest Hits (Clean) (2011)
[Chorus]
3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time Get low, Get low 6x To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she fuck that Question been harassing me in the mind this bitch is fine I done came to the club about 50th 11 times now can I play with yo Paine line club owner said I need to calm down security guard go to sweating Me now nigga drunk then a motherfucker threaten me now She getting crunk in the club I mine she work Then I like to see the female twerking taking the clothes off BUCKEY naked ATL. Hoe ; disrespect it Pa pop yo pussy like this cause yin yang twins in this bitch Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities Now bring yo ass over here hoe and let me see you get low if you want this Thug Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act you can keep yo ass where you at 3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time Get low, Get low [6x] To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya Now back,back,back it up a back,back,back it up a back,back,back it up a back,back,back it up Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit ya 3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time Get low, Get low [6x] To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend Stupid bitch standing there while I drinking my hen Steady looking at me Still asking questions Times up nigga pass me another contestant Hoe move to the left if you bout 50th Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already looking at a nigga with yo palm all out bitch I even seen you dance Twerk something baby work something baby Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby Slide down dat bitch wit yo little bit then stop Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands I just wanna see yo ass drity dance yin yang we done again And put it on the map like annnnn 3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time Get low, Get low [6x] To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) Got dam (Got dam) ya l twreking alittle bit ladies But ya got to twrek alittle bit harder then dat now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite (where my sexy ladies) we want l to do this shit like this Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) 3,6,9 standing real fine move it to you sing it to me one mo time Get low, Get low [6x] To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) To all skit skit motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skit skit got dam (Got dam) |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
War, we at war, we at war, we at war, we at
Gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle Lets get this motherfucker back crunk This is gonna be me and my niggas Holdin' triggers in our back bump To take back what we once had We don't give a damn about the enemies Send they out to Baghdad They put a nigga on the front line But when it come to gettin' ahead They put ya way behind And they supports in minimum wage They don't give a choice to niggas They thinkin' we still slaves Every niggas got some thug in him Every niggas got some love in him Every niggas got a grudge in him Every niggas got a mug in him And every nigga busts a slug in him Now like a cat, bitch, we'll skin em y'all niggas ain't holdin' my venom, check yourself I'm a drop your ass off, bitch As soon as i loosen my motherfuckin belt, ah [Bridge] 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 3 for the projects, 4 for the love y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin' bout Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics We just black people gone and lost our mind We just really trying to draw the line Before it left our eyes Before we get left behind Let me tell you something about hard times Before we used to walk Before we had life in the dry And 911 wasn't known outside We didn't know how to read We didn't know how to write All we did was sing all day and all night Then when they let us start learning You all lose y'all mind And y'all forgot about the earlier times When Martin Luther King had a dream That one day we'd walk together We really need to get it together Kids stay in school Learn all you can Graduate, go to college, get knowledge Then we shall overcome, yes we can, we In the urge of faith we can demand it, for real [Bridge] 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 3 for the projects, 4 for the love y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin' bout Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Huh, 2, 3, 4 What the hell are we fighting for? Passing off Relationship's done what spore that's why they got the door More time, hoot hoot Aim aim, shoot shoot ain't nothing but the young kids they recruit Its a wonder they don't come home in they suit I took away some time Thinkin' how i could, should, would be If everybody in the world was free No crime nobody doing wrong Everybody getting along But when i step into reality This world is sore And that's why we at war Killin' ourselves over bullshit That we valued more than life y'all people better to get right, cause... [Bridge] 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 3 for the projects, 4 for the love y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin' bout Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) - Chopped & Screwed (2005)
War, we at war, we at war, we at war, we at
Gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle Lets get this motherfucker back crunk This is gonna be me and my niggas Holdin' triggers in our back bump To take back what we once had We don't give a damn about the enemies Send they out to Baghdad They put a nigga on the front line But when it come to gettin' ahead They put ya way behind And they supports in minimum wage They don't give a choice to niggas They thinkin' we still slaves Every niggas got some thug in him Every niggas got some love in him Every niggas got a grudge in him Every niggas got a mug in him And every nigga busts a slug in him Now like a cat, bitch, we'll skin em y'all niggas ain't holdin' my venom, check yourself I'm a drop your ass off, bitch As soon as i loosen my motherfuckin belt, ah [Bridge] 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 3 for the projects, 4 for the love y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin' bout Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics We just black people gone and lost our mind We just really trying to draw the line Before it left our eyes Before we get left behind Let me tell you something about hard times Before we used to walk Before we had life in the dry And 911 wasn't known outside We didn't know how to read We didn't know how to write All we did was sing all day and all night Then when they let us start learning You all lose y'all mind And y'all forgot about the earlier times When Martin Luther King had a dream That one day we'd walk together We really need to get it together Kids stay in school Learn all you can Graduate, go to college, get knowledge Then we shall overcome, yes we can, we In the urge of faith we can demand it, for real [Bridge] 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 3 for the projects, 4 for the love y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin' bout Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Huh, 2, 3, 4 What the hell are we fighting for? Passing off Relationship's done what spore that's why they got the door More time, hoot hoot Aim aim, shoot shoot ain't nothing but the young kids they recruit Its a wonder they don't come home in they suit I took away some time Thinkin' how i could, should, would be If everybody in the world was free No crime nobody doing wrong Everybody getting along But when i step into reality This world is sore And that's why we at war Killin' ourselves over bullshit That we valued more than life y'all people better to get right, cause... [Bridge] 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 3 for the projects, 4 for the love y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin' bout Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh Colli Park in the house Slick we got Bun B (Bun B) Ying Yang Twins Check it out Colli Park drop them beats that'll rock ya world (Thats Right) We Got Bun B and Ying Yang in this thang so get get get get get get it girl Get It Get It Get It Girl (x 4) Get it girl (scratched up) Show them hoes wat u workin with Baby gotta eat You better get right Magic City, Monday, thats the crunk night That Petrone get a nigga gut shiverin Sight for sore eyes these hoes be deliverin Pussy poppin and shakin bringin home the bacon These hoes is for the takin no clothes that mean they naked What the hell you waitin on your ass better get it These girls in the club you better come on with it Drop it, Pop It, Shake it, roll it whoa bitch got a nigga dick sittin on swoll loosin control off the liquor and imma like the way she put that thing on a nigga She playin with my mind see the bitch is fine I can't make her mine but i could drop a dime You want her to dance, this your chance Nigga leave the club with his print showin in his pants Chorus Damn! look at that face look at those eyes look at them hips look at them thighs Got that apple bottom, baby fat top Baby girl you a bad mother (boy stop) Girl i ain't trippin and i ain't hatin but i been watchin and i been waitin like the way that you shake that thing lookin like you finna break that thing You need to let me take that thing with me back to the pad Coz when i put it on you betchya won't be mad You know i go hard then i go deep And its all night long we don't need no sleep Have you doin things that your last man couldn't Lick the lolly pop while i play with the puddin You said you wouldn't, i knew you would don't be scared, its all good, go, get it Chorus Drop it down low hoe shake that shit Lift up for a nigga get loose with it bitch Go Down If he really want some get your ass on the floor and get crunk money comes and goes so its best you get your ass on the floor Start poppin that pussy and then gettin it low Got 10 20 30 40 50 dollar bills So your ass get crunk show me all of your skills Keep it real even tho i know ur a lady You Still in the booty club naked shake it Hold that shit girl show me what you got there Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga for a hot tip Bitch get crunk let me see you hit a split Bop your ass up and down like you ridin on a dick I came to the club to put some money in your world so get it get it get it get it get it get it girl Chorus Get It Girl Get It Girl Get it get it get it Get It Girl Get It Girl Show them hoes wat u workin with |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh Colli Park in the house Slick we got Bun B (Bun B) Ying Yang Twins Check it out Colli Park drop them beats that'll rock ya world (Thats Right) We Got Bun B and Ying Yang in this thang so get get get get get get it girl Get It Get It Get It Girl (x 4) Get it girl (scratched up) Show them hoes wat u workin with Baby gotta eat You better get right Magic City, Monday, thats the crunk night That Petrone get a nigga gut shiverin Sight for sore eyes these hoes be deliverin Pussy poppin and shakin bringin home the bacon These hoes is for the takin no clothes that mean they naked What the hell you waitin on your ass better get it These girls in the club you better come on with it Drop it, Pop It, Shake it, roll it whoa bitch got a nigga dick sittin on swoll loosin control off the liquor and imma like the way she put that thing on a nigga She playin with my mind see the bitch is fine I can't make her mine but i could drop a dime You want her to dance, this your chance Nigga leave the club with his print showin in his pants Chorus Damn! look at that face look at those eyes look at them hips look at them thighs Got that apple bottom, baby fat top Baby girl you a bad mother (boy stop) Girl i ain't trippin and i ain't hatin but i been watchin and i been waitin like the way that you shake that thing lookin like you finna break that thing You need to let me take that thing with me back to the pad Coz when i put it on you betchya won't be mad You know i go hard then i go deep And its all night long we don't need no sleep Have you doin things that your last man couldn't Lick the lolly pop while i play with the puddin You said you wouldn't, i knew you would don't be scared, its all good, go, get it Chorus Drop it down low hoe shake that shit Lift up for a nigga get loose with it bitch Go Down If he really want some get your ass on the floor and get crunk money comes and goes so its best you get your ass on the floor Start poppin that pussy and then gettin it low Got 10 20 30 40 50 dollar bills So your ass get crunk show me all of your skills Keep it real even tho i know ur a lady You Still in the booty club naked shake it Hold that shit girl show me what you got there Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga for a hot tip Bitch get crunk let me see you hit a split Bop your ass up and down like you ridin on a dick I came to the club to put some money in your world so get it get it get it get it get it get it girl Chorus Get It Girl Get It Girl Get it get it get it Get It Girl Get It Girl Show them hoes wat u workin with |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Me & My Brother (2003)
Ayyy yup
[Intro 2X: D-Roc] y'all niggaz ain't crunk y'all niggaz don't bump y'all can't blow out the trunk y'all niggaz ain't crunk [Chorus: Kaine - 2X] If you don't give a fuck Put yo middle fingaz up ain't no cool-aid in my cup Gimme that Grey Goose (that grey goose) [Verse 1: Kaine] This here for my alcoholics What's that drink grey goose they call it A big ol glass wit a bird on the bottle A nigga want to get more drunker so he swallow Back up, buy two coronas, you'll tell an ugly bitch in tha club you want her Gonna drink mo liquor than a drunk, get crunk Til a nigga breath smell like skunk (Hanh!!) [D-Roc] Drankin everyday like gasoline in the car, you can find me at the bar Or the liquor stoe, to get some mo grey goose so I can wet my throat Walk up in the store, grey goose right there How much that is, let me get that there Put yo middle finga up if you don't give a fuck Tilt yo head back, now finish the cup [Chorus] [D-Roc] 285 sip 75, 75, south on 75 to the turnpike (x2) [Kaine] Take that trip to the bottom, bottom (x2) Just take that trip to the bottom, bottom Take that trip to the bottom, bottom [Verse 2: Kaine] Alcohol seepin outta your pores Smellin like a liquor bearer steady talkin to whores Say that nigga so drunk, he'll fuck the floor (fuck the floor) fuck the floor When the day start a liquor in tank That nigga can't get a bitch, its like he ready to fight But the goose got him loose so he don't give a fuck He just whip it to the bar to get another cup [D-Roc] I drink grey goose, call me the ugly duckling You ain't put in on this, you ain't drankin nothin I drink by my goddamn self Ima get drunk by my goddamn self Turn up the bottle, drink it cowboy style Sweatin like a motherfucker buck ass wild Put your middle finger up, if you don't give a fuck Tilt ya head back, now finish the cup [Chorus] - 2X [Verse 3: Kaine] G, gotta grab a bottle of that sheeit are, right back at it with my click E, everybody drunk then a motherfucker why, y'all stay drunk than a motherfucker [D-Roc] G, mean that ya gotta be grown O, ya gotta put a cup on y'all O, outrageously drunk S, see I got something in my cup E, everybody gettin fucked up [Kaine] But buddy on tha floor torn up Of that goose get ya loose, and known to fuck up a crew x2 If you, If give a fuck now If you give a fuck, give a fuck now If you, give a fuck, give a fuck now [Chorus] - until fade |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Me & My Brother (2003)
[INTRO]
Ying Yang, we done done it again and put it on the map like hahn! ...... Put it on the map like hahn! [Chorus] Think we ain't crunk, they think we playin' All around the world, is what they sayin' [repeat 2x] Hahn (Hahn) [repeat 8x] [Verse 1] Took a pen and a paper, and we spit on some game and flip the script, and got the world start screamin' our names Ying Yang in this thang and its evident (You don't really like us nigga?) You irrelevent We brought hands to the game, and we takin over mind control em',like a hypnotic potion puff of smoke em',nigga we don't bluff, we rolls em' curve ya stomach, you vomit on tha rollercoaster [Verse 2] We been around the globe, done seen the world Now we still make jingles fo tha boyz and girlz and they like when a nigga say hahn (hahn!) Play a nigga song like hahn (hahn!) Cause we keep comin wit tha shit ya like I say you god dam right, you god dam right Niggaz stay crunk like hahn (hahn!) Nigga off the chain like hahn, Kane bring it back now (hahn!) [Verse 3] Niggaz in the club like (hahn!) Bitches in the club like (hahn!) We roll on dubs like (hahn!) We straight throw it up like (hahn!) Go slow like (hahn!) Hit tha flo like (hahn!) Ho, drop that shit to tha flo like (hahn!) Pop it till' ya can't no mo like (hahn!) Say them boyz is out of control (hahn!) We gon' crank this bitch till' it flow [Verse 4] Say Hanh! (hanh!) If you feel it motherfuckers say hahn! (hanh!) If you don't give a fuck say hanh! (hanh!) ain't no koolaid in yo cup say hanh! (hanh!) Drank this motherfucker up like hanh! (hanh!) We gon have a ball And party like its Mardi Gra Even if ya on the wall Just clap ya hands Ying Yang in this thang like hanh! [Verse 5] (suckyx23) We was on Soul Train screamin hanh! (hanh!) On 106 nd Park screaming hanh! (hanh!) We was on Spring Bling screaming hanh! (hanh!) We was on the bassment screaming hanh! (hanh!) When we in yo city, we gon scream hanh! (hanh!) When you ain't wit us we still gon scream hanh! (hanh!) All these years we gon scream hanh! (hanh!) Even next year we still gon scream hanh! (hanh!) [Verse 6] When we take the description of the song Just 'cause we make it a jingle That don't mean its a get along See we make it like this So you can learn it quicker And find out why we concerned wit niggaz The twins and we quicker a lil nigga We quicker to drug nigga We jump up on a stage nd kill a nigga They wishin that the crowds would feel em nigga The way me and my mans and them nigga (x4) [Verse 7] Scream hanh! (hanh!) Till you can't no more After that start stomping da flo Kinda like you got da holy ghost Get crunk, start doin ya thang Get up, start doin ya thang (hanh!) [Verse 8] Think we ain't crunk, they think we playin' All around the world, is what they sayin' [repeat 2x] Hahn (Hahn) [repeat 8x] [Verse 9] [DJ scramble] Ying Yang we done done it again [DJ scramble]Put it on da map like hanh! Think we ain't crunk, they think we playin' All around the world, is what they sayin' [repeat 2x] Hahn (Hahn) [repeat 8x] |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Me & My Brother (2003)
(feat. K.T.)
Do you know your ABC's? If you do, won't you sing with me? ( x2 ) A's for apple B's for ball Me and C the shocker, at the mall. D came over in that E class benz. F started fightin' and wanna be friends. G said, "Man, do yuo believe in God?" |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
I hate hoes
I hate hoes I hate hoes Oh [Chorus] All these hoes is the motherfucking same, Play you to the left like a motherfucking lame, Call you out you motherfucking name, Fuck you all lames I got game! I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me For real bitch, don't take the shit wrong Thinking I'm nice I'll break you jawbone Get the fuck on Leave me alone Bitch you better go on See, you all hoes ain't optimistic Cockblockin' bitches You unproper bitches What's the problem bitches? You say your nigga hurt your feelin's Well, hoes done hurt mine Not once, not twice, But bitch all the time So I'm a dog to a broad Have 'em all crying, I done cried before, That don't make me a hoe That just show me where my feelin's ain't supposed to go See, I got the magic stick you dumb bitch Other nigga you fuck with, be on some punk shit And I'm gonna show you all I don't need no help, Just as soon as I loosen my belt Bitch! [Chorus] I need a moment, I can't stand bitches and hoes 'cause a bitch is a bitch and a hoe gonna hoe, But a woman hold her own She got her own home She drive her own car Buying drinks at the bar Take a nigga out to eat Take a nigga to the mall Treat a nigga good And wash a nigga draws But bitches ain't shit, Always talking shit They wanna be the shit But is they shit? No And hoes, they fuck off the god damn chain Everything and everything but don't take names So that's a nasty hoe and I can't do shit wit it Please get out my face I don't need a case Yeah, I love you all respectful women Independent women I takes 'em out all the time But you all hit the baggage need to keep on tracking I ain't speaking I ain't talking to nothing 'cause [Chorus] Just keep my name out you mouth Before you find out how a down south hoe will out You're a hater, she's a hater, three a hater, for Everywhere I go I see some hating ass hoes Southern Belle, Jazzy Belle, Never Monogamous ?? be hot because my deeper esophagus Still they run up on me, smile and phone me, Laugh 'cause soon as I turn my back they stab it Learn to play fair Stop trying to care Two hoes to one nigga, Bitch, learn to share Baby, you dead ass broke For hating on the rich chicks See how I flow? Bitch, put it on you wish list Two seater wit the chill on My baby daddy put the grill on Fixing to put the heels on Chrome spokes with the low pros And the trunk funk blows up the cedar on the dashboard [Chorus] This is the men's national anthem for this year All you real women, You all can sing this shit too If you a hoe and you hate another hoe, You can sing this shit too If you a bitch and you hate and bitch, You can sing this shit too So everybody's gonna sing this shit I hate hoes, they hate me too Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Bitch! |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) - Chopped & Screwed (2005)
(feat. Jacki-O)
I hate hoes I hate hoes I hate hoes Ooooooh (Chorus:) All these hoes is da muthafuckin same, Play ya to da left like a muthafuckin lame, Call yall out yall muthafuckin name, Fuck yall lames I got game! I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me (D Roc:) Forreal bitch, dont take the shit wrong Thinkin im nice ill break ya jawbone Get the fuck on Leave me alone Bitch you betta go on See, yall hoes aint optimistic Cockblockin bitches U unproper bitches What's tha problem bitches U say ya nigga hurt ya feelins Well, hoes done hurt mine Not once, not twice, But bitch all the time So im a dog to a broad Have em all cryin, I done cried before, That dont make me a hoe That just show me where my feelins aint supposed to go See, I got da magic stick ya dumb bitch Other nigga u fuck wit, be on some punk shit And imma show yall i dont need no help, Just as soon as i loosen my belt BITCH! (Chorus:) All these hoes is da muthafuckin same, Play ya to da left like a muthafuckin lame, Call yall out yall muthafuckin name, Fuck yall lames I got game! I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me (Kane:) I need a moment, I cant stand bitches and hoes Cause a bitch is a bitch and a hoe gon' hoe, But a woman hold her own She got her own home She drive her own car Buyin drinks at tha bar Take a nigga out to eat Take a nigga to da mall Treat a nigga good And wash a nigga draws But bitches aint shit, Always talkin shit They wanna be tha shit But is they shit? No And hoes, they fuck off the god damn chain Everything and everythang but dont take names So das a nasty hoe and i cant do shit wit it Please get out my face I dont need a case Yeah, I love yall respectful women Independent women I takes em out all the time But yall hit the baggage need to keep on trackin I aint speakin I aint talkin to nothin Cause (Chorus:) All these hoes is da muthafuckin same, Play ya to da left like a muthafuckin lame, Call yall out yall muthafuckin name, Fuck yall lames I got game! I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me (Jacki-O:) Just keep my name out ya mouth Before ya find out how a down south hoe wil' out You a hata, she a hata, three a hata, fo' Everywhere i go i see some hatin ass hoes Seven bell, jazze bell, never monotonous ?? be hot because my deeper asophagus Still they wanna bone me, smile, and phone me, Laugh cuz soon as i turn my back they stab it Learn to play fair Stop tryin to care Ten hoes to one nigga, Bitch, learn to share Baby, you dead ass broke For hatin on the rich chicks See how i flow? Bitch, put it on ya wish list Two seater wit tha chill on My baby daddy put tha grill on Fixin to put tha heels on Chrome spokes wit da low pros And tha trunk funk blows up the cedar on the dashboard (Chorus:) All these hoes is da muthafuckin same, Play ya to da left like a muthafuckin lame, Call yall out yall muthafuckin name, Fuck yall lames I got game! I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me This is the mens national anthem for this year All yall real women, Yall can sing this shit too If u a hoe and u hate another hoe, U can sing this shit too If u a bitch and u hate and bitch, U can sing this shit too So everybody gon' sing this shit I hate hoes, they hate me too Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup BITCH! |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Alley (2002)
(Hook 2x)
We gonna blow this bitch down (Blow this bitch down) We gonna blow this bitch down (Blow this bitch down) Now huff Puff and blow the bitch down huff puff and blow the bitch down niggaz we start some extra shit smokin these niggaz like ciggarettes keepin this shit lagitimate top of the game no callin quits haulin this heat to my dawg in the south coast we pottin em mo but u quick to fall from them fake tricks u wearin fake shit accross the ?Log? My real shit thats our click and make ya shit your draws a rebel without a cause better bounce back for the rug rats show a scrub in the club where the sluts at who me i keep a piece wherever i go 'cause i know how niggaz and bitches and bitches and niggaz be actin up in that club throw ur neighborhood up if u down with a thug now nigga what, put em up i give a fuck nigga what we gonna blow the bitch up (Hook 2x) We gonna blow this bitch down (Blow this bitch down) We gonna blow this bitch down (Blow this bitch down) Now huff Puff and blow the bitch down huff puff and blow the bitch down when this shit hit the store its gonna blow like wind i bet you everybody know its the return of the twins we out here workin again, tryin to get it in and we never will stop from the begining to end from the paper to pen put your coke in the henn if you about it mothafucker put your juice in the ginn we just tryin to win make a couple of ends 'cause alot of yall didnt think that we would do it again but we proved you wrong 'cause our bidness is strong and alot of yall girlfriends say we got it goin on that just make ya mad and u wanna hate but when you try you seen that you just too late (Hook 2x) We gonna blow this bitch down (Blow this bitch down) We gonna blow this bitch down (Blow this bitch down) Now huff Puff and blow the bitch down huff puff and blow the bitch down whats it that make your bed hot lost and livin crack spots coughin on your dub sack bluffin thugs dont love that rushin i can get mine dippin gotta get from one time lost like a newborn cost like some new jordan switch like a true freak bitch they dont love me only to get your letter they live better than the movies Huff Puff, blow, stop, roll get ur ass on the goddam floor now here i go if you got it on your mind thats fine but u better be careful cause u never will know if u might get faced with a nine its the ying to the yang and we on the ground 'cause we cant lose and we came here to blow the bitch down (Hook 2x) We gonna blow this bitch down (Blow this bitch down) We gonna blow this bitch down (Blow this bitch down) Now huff Puff and blow the bitch down huff puff and blow the bitch down |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
Ahhhh shit
Ya'll know what time it is (What time is it) It's the return of the motha f**kin ying yang twins And you know this is your boy Collipark And we back on the fifth L.P. We back in this biz baby, but this time we gonna do it a lil different For the first half of the album we gonna do it for the die hard ying yang twins fans The ones that been with us from day one The second half of the album we gonna team up with my man Wyclef and my man Jerry Wonder And do it a little different Make it a little musical for ya'll So what you can do right now is sit back, grab you some gack, some patron, fire you up a blunt And all you ladies that like to shake ya ass You already know its about to go down in this bitch It's the motha f**kin chemically imbalanced L.P. So we free to do it like this Yo check it out |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
[ wooooooooooooo ]
Ha ha Ha ha Woah Ying yang Collipark Get back Get back Ladies Yo yo yo yo Jack it up [ chorus ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah] [ verse 1] Collipark come down and watch there mother fuken jaws hit the ground now jack yo ass up, jack yo ass up, jack yo ass us, jack yo ass up, thick thick mamma jammas all in there, booty booty booty booty rockin everywere, drunk little people they stop and stare, drunk little people dont come in there, naked skin is all they wear, how they new everything is bear, playing with the girl, baby hair, leanin on back in the chair, say **** you know that chick is fine, you get that one, this ones mine, watch you call big booty girls in line, *********, chain thats what there working, ever since the game bout girls been twerkin, ying yang twins know that to do, if u dance in the club they'd be workin you. [ chorus ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah] [ verse 2] Collipark come down and watch there mother fuken jaws hit the ground now jack yo ass up, jack yo ass up, jack yo ass us, jack yo ass up, baby you know u look good in dem clothes, let me take a picture with my camera fone, the way u poppin and droppin, shawty of the chain, so wibble wobble shake it and move that thang, so back it on up like a ***** truck, girl u know i love it how u stretch yo stuff, i like that so baby do what u do, aint no body else look as gud as u, coz u a bad mamma jamma with a big behind, so bring that thang up for me one more time, and shake it like a salt shaker [ shake it like a salt shaker], girl work ur mind and make u do that thang, thats it right there girl i love it when u do that move, ooo u got a big booty on you, **** dance floor and show em how we get down wid it, follow me lets get it get it. [ chorus ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah] [ verse 4] Collipark come down and watch there mother fuken jaws hit the ground now jack yo ass up, jack yo ass up, jack yo ass us, no money, no honey, no cash, no ass, no gucci, no couchie, so dont even ask, no fine ass, no romance, no dough, no hoe, if u aint got no **** then u cant go to bed, you look like a super model wit alot of class, girl look at yo booty wat u doing wit all that, girl i no this might through ya off but can i touch yo booty and see if its soft, shake that thang like a tamberine, move it round and round like a washing machine, girl u no u look gud to me, yes i do like wat i see. [ chorus ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah] |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin' Ass get to jigglin' Ass get to jigglin' Ass get to jigglin' Motherfuckin' wigglin' Motherfuckin', motherfuckin' wigglin' Ass get to jigglin' Ass get to jigglin' Ass get to jigglin' Motherfuckin' wigglin' Jiggle, jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') (Ass get to jigglin') Jiggle, jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Now wiggle, wiggle (Motherfuckin', motherfuckin') (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Wiggle, wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Now jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle I'm from the land of the booty booty droppin' droppin' Pussy hoe poppin', knockin' Niggaz eyes out they socket, takin' money out they pocket Shoot 'em to the moon like a mother motherfuckin' rocket Pussy start wars, turn bitches into stars Get goose behind bars, then smoke like cigars I prefer swishas befo' I lick her I got a tree for this trick, this dick a skeeter I come, if she came, I win to see her So 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 This stacks is on deck, this bitches don't second this, somebody bail That's why the pussy club sell 'coz a nigga rather pay money Just to see a tail, then they go to the house for his bitch to raise hell And plus every time she said no, they say yeah, so we are go fish Jiggle, jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') (Ass get to jigglin') Jiggle, jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Now wiggle, wiggle (Motherfuckin', motherfuckin') (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Wiggle, wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Motherfuckin' wigglin') When it go wobblin' and shakin', we love to see 'em get naked So we be spendin' the money to see how up she'll take it She work that thang on the pole, when she be slidin' down slow If you ain't been to a booty club, then your ass wouldn't know So let me paint a picture to make it a bit cleara I love the club but I don't love no strippaa Yeah, I'm a tippa, that's why I'm in the club To see her shake her ass but I ain't fallin' in love She shake it like a salt shaker, see you now, see you later Ying Yang Twins, it the strip hoes motivator Make that pussy poop if you wanna get the loot Now bend over, touch your toes, let me see you get low Make your left cheek jump and your right cheek jump Now roll, roll, roll, roll, roll that rump I love to see a naked hoe dance, no, I ain't wit that romance She wibble, wobble and shake it, shawty love to get naked Jiggle, jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') (Ass get to jigglin') Jiggle, jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Now wiggle, wiggle (Motherfuckin', motherfuckin') (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Wiggle, wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Yo, you know how to do it Aight, yep |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) - Chopped & Screwed (2005)
I know what you go through From me to you, I love you From the nigga to the baller, never satisfied So the money got you doing shit that'll fuck up your pride You ain't a hoe, you just really trying to get by Every day looking up at the sky Sometimes, shit get so hard It really have you bothered First you sigh, then you cry Up a whole puddle of water Seem like this shit won't ever end Merry go rounds to the whirlwinds Waves turn to a hurricane If you see joy, you got to see pain Shit in the world ain't gonna ever change Even when you die, it'll be the same Now you due to them circumstances Jars aren't counted so your forced to dance Hoping and praying for a second chance Just wanna put back on your pants Walk out the club and throw up your hands Tired of being disrespected by her man Think this shit ain't right for you Niggaz been yellin all night for you Got in your mind what's best for you Walk up to the club owner, tell him your through She's stuck off in this little room With nothing left to hold onto Her life is in a little box She's wondering will it ever stop The life of a stripper I'm so sick and I'm so tired Of these clubs, I keep crying Every night, I wipe my eyes Cause these years pass me by I give up, I'm all in My whole life is full of sin This road is a dead end I wanna live again From the point when a child is torn from a mothers umbilical cord No one really enforces that life is gonna be hard Which is kinda left up to the teachers But the teachers leave it up to the preachers The preachers ain't fillin the bleachers It's the rappers Sad, ain't it It was this girl named Star, pretty fine little woman Going to college, taking off her clothes for money She gotta pay the rent, she got a little girl Her baby daddy ain't shit, See what she dealin with? But she gotta hold on (hold on) Wanna leave the club alone (it feels wrong) She gotta pay the bills but in the meantime She like "fuck how she feel" living is real So she back in the club again Taking off her clothes again Going to school, going to work, getting tiring Lack of sleep but baby gotta eat And these shoes on her feet She got a test next week so she stressed Ask god to give her a blessing, send her in the right direction Her parents died when she was eight years old And after that, she felt like she was all alone But she got her grandparents and they raised her well Keep going to school, take care of yourself Getting hard, going to school and work in the club And at the same time looking for love She can't keep skipping for an occupation In a minute she'll be graduating Make her wanna throw up her hands Now she only wanna live again She's stuck off in this little room With nothing left to hold onto Her life is in a little box She's wondering will it ever stop The life of a stripper I'm so sick and I'm so tired Of these clubs, I keep crying Every night, I wipe my eyes Cause these years pass me by I give up, I'm all in My whole life is full of sin This road is a dead end I wanna live again She's stuck off in this little room With nothing left to hold onto Her life is in a little box She's wondering will it ever stop The life of a stripper |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
I know what you go through From me to you, I love you From the nigga to the baller, never satisfied So the money got you doing shit that'll fuck up your pride You ain't a hoe, you just really trying to get by Every day looking up at the sky Sometimes, shit get so hard It really have you bothered First you sigh, then you cry Up a whole puddle of water Seem like this shit won't ever end Merry go rounds to the whirlwinds Waves turn to a hurricane If you see joy, you got to see pain Shit in the world ain't gonna ever change Even when you die, it'll be the same Now you due to them circumstances Jars aren't counted so your forced to dance Hoping and praying for a second chance Just wanna put back on your pants Walk out the club and throw up your hands Tired of being disrespected by her man Think this shit ain't right for you Niggaz been yellin all night for you Got in your mind what's best for you Walk up to the club owner, tell him your through She's stuck off in this little room With nothing left to hold onto Her life is in a little box She's wondering will it ever stop The life of a stripper I'm so sick and I'm so tired Of these clubs, I keep crying Every night, I wipe my eyes Cause these years pass me by I give up, I'm all in My whole life is full of sin This road is a dead end I wanna live again From the point when a child is torn from a mothers umbilical cord No one really enforces that life is gonna be hard Which is kinda left up to the teachers But the teachers leave it up to the preachers The preachers ain't fillin the bleachers It's the rappers Sad, ain't it It was this girl named Star, pretty fine little woman Going to college, taking off her clothes for money She gotta pay the rent, she got a little girl Her baby daddy ain't shit, See what she dealin with? But she gotta hold on (hold on) Wanna leave the club alone (it feels wrong) She gotta pay the bills but in the meantime She like "fuck how she feel" living is real So she back in the club again Taking off her clothes again Going to school, going to work, getting tiring Lack of sleep but baby gotta eat And these shoes on her feet She got a test next week so she stressed Ask god to give her a blessing, send her in the right direction Her parents died when she was eight years old And after that, she felt like she was all alone But she got her grandparents and they raised her well Keep going to school, take care of yourself Getting hard, going to school and work in the club And at the same time looking for love She can't keep skipping for an occupation In a minute she'll be graduating Make her wanna throw up her hands Now she only wanna live again She's stuck off in this little room With nothing left to hold onto Her life is in a little box She's wondering will it ever stop The life of a stripper I'm so sick and I'm so tired Of these clubs, I keep crying Every night, I wipe my eyes Cause these years pass me by I give up, I'm all in My whole life is full of sin This road is a dead end I wanna live again She's stuck off in this little room With nothing left to hold onto Her life is in a little box She's wondering will it ever stop The life of a stripper |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
Girl, Me and the Lods been friends for a mighty long time
(such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time) And girl, the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind (Well oh oh..) Up in the street and misguided never payed attention So I got my soul devine, player's soul decided to let my soul confide with the lights of him Who the father, my bread and my water I never bought a cue and into this (?) Down in my world are you going let you hypocrites It'll take your life to be a Christian man I hope you learn, everything else Is in vein so you're bound to burn Gonna break your bone I'm in a war don't let this life game over-rule Trying take control of you That's all the devil do God was in Jesus, God is in us But God ain't in the barrel of that pistol that you bust You can play this game wrong, you gotta take it how it goes, Is there ever a feeling for living if the body's gone I never understood why what can make a man cry, It can make a man strong when nobody's on his side Girl, (girl) Me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time (such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time) And girl, the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind (Never crossed my mind, never crossed my mind, oooh) (Well oh oh..) Back and forth, night and day, you repeat the same scene Standing at the pool a bit, time to repent again Mostly men have a gun just put that down on circle purpose When the poo of the world, got me standin by the circle Agitate you, yes it does, this is what you though was love Only name, same to be lust, mixed emotions make you want to bust Mamma tryin, children cryin, dad outta work, welfare lying Prejudice, always see, the bottom of the barrel Falling down on my knees, heavenly father, here we go on knowing That we get to heaven, there's gonna be some open arms, Judgment was man-made, not a [..], and this I recorded, But I didn't live the party, but I thank that my heart beat, Gotta make me, oh sure Jesus I don't know if there's a hell, But I know I've whitnessed hell here, all I do is dwell here Trying not to trail here, saying too much will get you knocked off or locked up in jail here Tell me do you smell fear, knowing that we so near, Trying to take the voices of the truth, out the youth ear, And if you late a time frame, you play all kind of mind games, I ain't put my life on the line for a damn thing Girl, Me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time (such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time) And Girl, (I don't really want to be without you) the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind (Never crossed my mind) (Well oh oh..) I can never make it, I can never ever make it Without you baby Cause you've been my best friend Girl, When everybody turned their back on me, You were there when I fell down on my knees And I give you all, all of me, And every part of me, oooowoooo, Girl, me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time (For long time, such a mighty long time) And girl, (I don't really want to be without you) the thought of leavin you has never crossed my mind (Never crossed my mind) (Well oh oh..) I'm a live, I will never leave o no no When the people say, c'mon and go with me 'Cause I will never leave you, and you've been my best friend nobody understand, but they can't look inside of me, o yeah.. [fade out] Submitted by - DJ PsyK |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) - Chopped & Screwed (2005)
Girl, Me and the Lods been friends for a mighty long time
(such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time) And girl, the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind (Well oh oh..) Up in the street and misguided never payed attention So I got my soul devine, player's soul decided to let my soul confide with the lights of him Who the father, my bread and my water I never bought a cue and into this (?) Down in my world are you going let you hypocrits It'll take your life to be a Christian man I hope you learn, everything else Is in vein so you're bound to burn Gonna break your bone I'm in a war don't let this life game over-rule Trying take control of you That's all the devil do God was in Jesus, God is in us But God ain't in the barrel of that pistol that you bust You can play this game wrong, you gotta take it how it goes, Is there ever a feeling for living if the body's gone I never understood why what can make a man cry, It can make a man strong when nobody's on his side Girl, (girl) Me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time (such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time) And girl, the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind (Never crossed my mind, never crossed my mind, oooh) (Well oh oh..) Back and forth, night and day, you repeat the same scene Standing at the pool a bit, time to repent again Mostly men have a gun just put that down on circle purpose When the poo of the world, got me standin by the circle Agitate you, yes it does, this is what you though was love Only name, same to be lust, mixed emotions make you wanna bust Mamma tryin, children cryin, dad outta work, welfare lying Prejudice, always see, the bottom of the barrel Falling down on my knees, heavenly father, here we go on knowing That we get to heaven, there's gonna be some open arms, Judgment was man-made, not a (..), and this I recorded, But I didn't live the party, but I thank that my heart beat, Gotta make me, oh sure Jesus I don't know if there's a hell, But I know I've whitnessed hell here, all I do is dwell here Trying not to trail here, saying too much will get you knocked off or locked up in jail here Tell me do you smell fear, knowing that we so near, Trying to take the voices of the truth, out the youth ear, And if you late a time frame, you play all kind of mind games, I ain't put my life on the line for a damn thing Girl, Me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time (such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time) And Girl, (I don't really wanna be without you) the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind (Never crossed my mind) (Well oh oh..) I can never make it, I can never ever make it Without you baby Cause you've been my best friend Girl, When everybody turned their back on me, You were there when I fell down on my knees And I give you all, all of me, And every part of me, oooowoooo, Girl, me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time (For long time, such a mighty long time) And girl, (I don't really wanna be without you) the thought of leavin you has never crossed my mind (Never crossed my mind) (Well oh oh..) I'm a live, I will never leave o no no When the people say, c'mon and go with me 'Cause I will never leave you, and you've been my best friend nobody understand, but they can't look inside of me, o yeah.. (fade out) |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Me & My Brother (2003)
[Chorus: Ying Yang Twins]
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other Stay high as a motherf**ka, stay drunk as a mother' f**ka' See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other Stay high as a motherf**ka, stay drunk as a motherf**ka [Verse One: Kaine] I'm gonna stand up and protest protest, my nerves is bad And say I gave a wedding ring to a plastic bag Feel it bug the size of many Christmas trees This must be a jolly green tree for me Give me that, No sticks or seeds preferred I need herb the shit that have your sight in a blur Make you swerve to the curve, cause your eyes are blurry You see 12 on the right you bust a left in a hurry [Verse Two: D Roc] We ridin' and drankin' rollin' blunts and smokin' The car fogged up cause there ain't no windows open The bass beatin' the block down They know when we rollin around Leanin' to the side cool and ridin' threw the "A" town Holla at the kid fo' gotta score some high dro We bound hurt cats roll blunts like ball bats And drankin' is a most do (drankin' is a most do) If you drankin' The I got you (If you drankin' I got you) I got some orange juice and grey goose so pour you a cup Till your head to the back and get f**ked up Pass the weesha baby sittin now smoke too let me hit it Puff puff puff pass with your hoggin ass Roll another blunt with your selfish ass And give me ten dollars cause I'm low on gas We gotta hit the motherf**kin gas station Cuz I ain't with pushin' this big ass motherf**kin car man [Chorus - 2X] [Verse Three: D Roc] We be smokin' hella weed, my brother and me For whacha see on TV by my brother and me We gon rise like the sun my brother and me We be gettin' hella drunk my brother and me And shawty I'm on the counters my brother and me So shawty watch what you do around my brother and me And shawty you will be cool around my brother and me Cause shawty you don't want trouble wit my brother and me [Verse Four: Kaine] Put the swishin' in, Put the weed in D Roc get the gin, Im gon bring the hen We don't give a f**k, we get f**ked up Nigga throw up from the floor Bout the throw up gotta hold the wall Overload off the weed and alcohol So homey may concern he drank let it burn And if it ain't your turn move your hand Matter fact did you put in on this man You sure got dem did all that reachin' and shit See me and my brother, stay crunk as no other Stay high as a motherf**ka, stay drunk as a motherf**ka [Chorus - 2X] Who we is? Ying Yang Twins, What's are names? D Roc and Kaine Stay high as a motherf**ka, stay drunk as a motherf**ka I got your back nigga, I got your back nigga If anybody f**k wit you, then they gotta f**k with me nigga [Verse Five: D Roc] Nigga better hold that tone, lookin' great bat less grown? Tryin' to get my grind on, nigga wanna get his shine on What you think lyin' homes, we runnin' out of time homes Crack bags and burg rags and triple gold with a backbone Lookin' for them freak hoes, in the street clothes With a thick truck 'A' town 'A' town 'A' town where we from Tell them how we gon come, don't rush it nigga We gone drop a bomb, bomb rush em nigga We gone drop a bomb, bomb rush em nigga [Chorus - 2X] |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A.Still United (2006)
Oh My God
It's bout to go down. Diss ya boy Mr. Collipark, And we bout to crank this one up like we used to do those old JT mixed tapes. This the U.S.A (Still United) LP, you know what I mean. And on this, we got a lot of songs yall might have heard about, but you know, we got um on here now. We got that pink, the pink panther, we got that, we got that uh wiggle then move that didn't make the album. We got that tripple six that didn't make the album. We got that brand new bubba sparxxx song on here. We got that bun b get it girl. We got so much stuff on here, we also got our new groups. We got homeboy, we got the cadillac boys, me and d roc got our group da da um musicians on here. Man I I aint ever gone rerecord this cuz it's so real right now. Diss gone be the biggest party startin, rerelease of an album eva,eva, eva, eva, eva |
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from Bubba Sparxxx - Ms. New Booty (Feat. Ying Yang Twins) (2005)
Collipark, Bubba Sparxxx Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhereRockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he doGet it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tightGet it ripe, get it right, get it tightGet it ripe, get it right, get it tight Girl I don't need you, but chu need me Take it off, let if flop, shake it freely And I don't tell stories, I let em tell theyself And you aint gotta sell sex, girl, it sells itself, Like nothing else Yeah I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with joy Aint life grand livin up daddy Here go da whisper song, baby this is us ready? Put it on me enthusiastically, what ever it is that chu do, you do it admirably And I aint choose it, that thang chose me Its bubba and ying yang, all the way in this thang YO! Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhereRockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Quarter to twelve and we just getting in Bubba gonna make ya spark wit da Ying Yang Twins Sippin on patron, blong blong blong Shawdy in a thong, whom whom whom Ass get da jiggling, MOTHER FUCKING WIGGLYING Get that thang shakin, like she frost bit shivering Ass be delivering, all type of flashes, cashes Got these hoes shaking that molasses SHHHHHH Let me whisper in your ear Get your self together go and buy some new gear Something with your hair den Hit da club, shake ya ass and da brothuhz gonna sho some love Do that move ya did just a minute ago I guarantee you'll make all da dough So gon do ya thing baby, work what chu got, to get what chu want Make that money, don't let it make u Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhereRockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight Get it ripe, get it right, get it tightGet it ripe, get it right, get it tightGet it ripe, get it right, get it tight hi there, how are things? I once was breast man now it seems Ever since I had the pleasure of getting you together, your chest is just whatever I found the buried treasured Yes ma'am, heres the plan Meet me over yonder ok- don't play Ill bring the whip whoop, you bring your cook book And ima fix that stuff up, everything is good good Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere Rockin' everywhereRockin' everywhere I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the playas club for about month or 2 Put his hand on it then see what he do |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
(feat. Anwar)
(Chorus) They dont know how far back that we go (we go) From riding skates, to riding 24's From off the block husttlin to rockin shows we done seen many bumps in the road But still we remain, still in the game Never worry , about them haters, that will never change And i put this on everything babe I am my brother's keeper. (Verse : Kain) Listen D-roc, i know you dont think i care for ya, but at a drop of a dime i'll be there for ya, and anybody want to see us apart we need to get rid of they ass man and thats from the heart. Pick em apart now that the ying yang twins got some ends, we seem to have plenty of friends. excuse me then friend, let me borrow a stamp and when tomorrow comes dont ask me to borrow it back. If they cant do that they dont contribute to the answer ? ? from the ? serious as cancer. If i was jojo dancer i would do the same thang, not to let another man spark my flame. D-roc is the ying , Kain is the yang but without the both of us we aint got a damn thang. Its me and my brother, my brother and me, all that you see on TV (Chorus) (Verse : D-roc) United states of Atlanta its still me and my brother we done been through a lot but still kain i love ya. blood, sweat, and tears, good days and bad from the time you make me laughor you made me mad. I still got cha back but imma take ya way back when we was sufferin just to get a nickle sack, scraping up change trying to make 2 dollars or 3 to get some 99 cent hamburgers to eat and then ride thorough atlanta in yo raggedy car. back then we was some underground superstars and these last 5 years we done put work in, now the whole world know of the ying yang twins. Even though we dont spend time at home together, we hit the road and its like we never left each other. Now thats love. I love you til the day that i leave so its still my brother and me. (Chorus) (Verse: Kain and D-roc) People of the world we must change our mind frame and stay away from the con and mind games. Its hard to maintain and stay sane at the same time, steady working hard but you bareky gettin by trying to make a line between stress and peace and satan always gettin the best of me, my closest of kin, my best friend, man we all in the struggle but you gotta remember im yo brother. Listen people you need to start helping yo brother, helping yo sister, mama, daddy, children and all. Dont leave these babies out here all alone they dont know whats going on. THey dont know right from wrong, so when you see yo brother give him a hug and a shoulder to lean on and dont leave him out here on his own cause times gettin hard these days. We at war amongest ourselves and we at war overseas brother. (Chorus) |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Me & My Brother (2003)
Every now and then you get mad
Sometime I make you sad Make you want to say kiss my ass I'm tired of listenin to you naggin [Chorus: repeat 2X] She talking to me like I'm dumb I should have known (should have known) Should have left that bitch alone Now I'm stuck with naggin [Verse 1] This is for then niggaz who be fuckin with them feelings And you get your heart caught up in the mix Cause your love fucks what's up her dress, and never paid attention Cause you didn't think the girl would start tripping Shawty flip the scripted Start saying all type of shit out of her lips And let me tell you what I can't stand When a women play the role of a man Talking to a nigga like you got to hold his hand Treat me like a sped, like he lack to understand I know you know I ain't gone go for the short jacking all the time Talking to me out of line broad, truly you done lost your mind You gone fuck round and get my some time Every now and then you get mad Sometime I make you sad Make you want to say kiss my ass I'm tired of listening to your naggin [Chorus] [Verse 2] A lil more grip a lil less lip Before I pack my bag on you ass and dip And a point of no return and you made it that way Buy the shit that you say every motherfuckin day Hope you paying attention cause I got to mention Dissin me in front of your friends Trying to get a lil laugh in your crack in Then I want to woop his ass then Hide behind your fake ass grin with your fake ass friend Used to them fake ass men Really ain't no man but you like how he pretend I'm going to keeping sipping my Hen and smoking my herbs And I'm going to need a lot of grill cause of your nagging girl The way you talking absurd, gettin on my nerves All in my ear about to make me hit the curve Every now and then you get mad Sometime I make you sad Make you want to say kiss my ass I'm tired of listening to your naggin [Chorus] [Verse 3] One day I got shot by Cupid This was when this relationship went stupid We was talking on the phone too long Now her ass isn't home Tellin me you out with your friends Find out later on you with your other men You ain't nothing but a dividend Say you suck and fuck but you ain't gettin nothin That's a damn shame it ended like this And I ain't got love for you bitch Shoo fly don' bother me Will I get back with her probably Then I thought about it I won't Do I really want you I don't The headache I really don't want So I'm going to leave her alone Cause I can do bad on my own, that's why she gone Every now and then you get mad Sometime I make you sad Make you want to say kiss my ass I'm tired listenin to your naggin [Chorus] Now I'm stuck with naggin |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Me & My Brother (2003)
What it is most us women we just good at what we do
but what yall needa remember is dont do what we do you do what we tell you to do c'mon <i>[Chorus Pt. I:]</i> Every now and then you get mad. You treat me bad and it makes me sad. Always in the Street Chasin' A$$. That's why a Bitch be naggin'. <i>[Chorus Pt. 2 (Repeat 2)]</i> Whomp <i>[x5]</i> When you get here I'll be gone. I'll always known I shoulda left ya a$$ alone. That's why a bitch be??br> This is for them Niggas who be swearin' they aint catchin' no feelings. Girls don't get ya self caught up in the mess. Cuz half of them poppin'- the rest of them flex. Yall??. better pay attention. Flaw gone put yall up on a lil' pimpin'. Listen?? When they flip the script. You charge it to the hip & you take it to they whip. Yea! Ima tell you what I can't stand, Is when I end up with a half a$$ man. Gotta be like momma hold his hand. I treat you like shit, Cuz that's all you under stand. All you care about is hoes & and them clothes & them shows. Commin' home 3 and 4 every night. Ain't got nan nother time, Talkin' to me outta line, When ya boys run you always wanna shine. Yea. <i>[Chorus Pt. I:]</i> Every now and then you get mad. You treat me bad and it makes me sad. Always in the Street Chasin' A$$. That's why a Bitch be naggin'. <i>[Chorus Pt. 2 (Repeat 2)]</i> Whomp <i>[x5]</i> When you get here I'll be gone. I'll always known I shoulda left ya a$$ alone. That's why a bitch be??br> Get money, grip, keep ya jewels & ya chick on the side. In Ya club, w/ ya dubs, and ya chromed out ride. In yo E, off ya go shit , If you wanna go jit, go get, go skit, muh-fuckin go for it. You don't think I understand, I ain't give up everything fo you to be playinn'. Oh you think you slick when you tell me she only ya friend. Damn right ima trip. Nigga where you been. Hold Up What you talkin' bout throwin' them blows. I got dem B's and dem blows, What you want em all 4. Cuz you use to them fake a$$ hoes. Use to them broke a$$ lows, go down hoes. I'll be goin' in on ya ends w/ 10's. On ya dub. So show ya girl love. I'm all in ya ear. Cuz you smoking on that herb, and you bout to hit the curb, and you getting on my nerves. Shut Up. <i>[Chorus Pt. I:]</i> Every now and then you get mad. You treat me bad and it makes me sad. Always in the Street Chasin' A$$. That's why a Bitch be naggin'. <i>[Chorus Pt. 2 (Repeat 2)]</i> Whomp <i>[x5]</i> When you get here I'll be gone. I'll always know I shoulda left ya a$$ alone. That's why a bitch be??br> Look now you know it all about your loot *n* Don't be gettin' mad at me and actin' stupid. I ain't the one to be on the phone. Ima hit tha streets, I ain't stayin home alone nigga. I'm Gone Yea I'm wit another friend. And he got dividens. And he drive a BIG BLACK BENZ. You ain't lookin' & stickin' & suckin' up on nothing. ??We ain't all that??br>Huh Stop Frontin'. Now it's a damn shame you'z a mini-mi TRICK. Ain't never hand no love for no Bitch. Niggas cuz they hoes to me. I'm only wit you because I chose to be. But now I'm on my way up out tha door. Do I wanna think about it? Hell No You Shoulda thought about it before. I gotta leave you alone. And Ima take everything in the home, But the dog and the bone. Biotch <i>[Chorus Pt. I:]</i> Every now and then you get mad. You treat me bad and it makes me sad. Always in the Street Chasin' A$$. That's why a Bitch be naggin'. <i>[Chorus Pt. 2 (Repeat 2)]</i> Whomp <i>[x5]</i> When you get here I'll be gone. I'll always know I shoulda left ya a$$ alone. That's why a bitch be??br> <i>[Music Till End]</i> ??Nag that BIOTCH??br> Nag-in... |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
I got money in my hand
I'm 'bout to walk up to her and I ain't playin' This bitch gon' hear what I'm sayin' 'Cause when I'm payin', bitch, I'm the man So bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Girl, you know you find this shit Let's get together so we can fuck Me and you, girl, let's just suck Girl, you know you wanna fuck Up on the man while the niggaz love to see the pussy pop The plan is to get a couple a grand outta niggaz socks But niggaz ain't tippin' fo nuthin' So shut the fuck up and dance so I keep on struttin' Big booty butt nigga hoe dance in the club Nigga so good, got me wanna fuck My dick hard then a motha fucka (What you say?) My dick hard then a motha fucka Pokin' out my pants Boy, I'm gon' tear that pussy up if I ever get the chance Then grab that bitch with my motha fuckin' hand The midnight hood don't be playin' So you like it rough, well, come here then You really love to fuck, well, come here then Your wicked dance got me outta control I just wanna see if you can bust it open So bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Girl, you know you find this shit Let's get together so we can fuck Me and you, girl, let's just suck Girl, you know you wanna fuck Now I walk in the club got a thousand ones Got your pretty bitch in the club, show me some Damn, my dick hard then a motha fucker (What you say?) My dick hard then a motha fucker Old school like tootsie Roll on in the club and stroke that pussy Bitches teach that mind all the time for the right dime It'll blow your mind when you find what they do behind Now there you hoes be showin' a nigga some love Remind me of the movie 'The Players Club' Hit the green light and ya ain't get in the building All these hoes wanna show us they pussy The class of the ass in the pussy line I got a dick for trick, I got a treat for buyin' That'll sweat the owner Tell the customer, "Pie for sale and its sweet potato custard" So bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Girl, you know you find this shit Let's get together so we can fuck Me and you, girl, let's just suck Girl, you know you wanna fuck Girl, you know you find this shit Let's get together so we can fuck Me and you, girl, let's just suck Girl, you know you wanna fuck I got a money in my hand I'm 'bout to walk up to her and I ain't playin' This bitch gon' hear what I'm sayin' 'Cause when I'm payin', bitch, I'm the man So bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Girl, you know you find this shit Let's get together so we can fuck Me and you, girl, let's just suck Girl, you know you wanna fuck Girl, you know you find this shit Let's get together so we can fuck Me and you, girl, let's just suck Girl, you know you wanna fuck |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
Last call for alcohol!
Last call for alcohol! You can do what the f**k you think, but it's time for your last drink. If you ain't got it, you better get it. You want another drink... Yeah What you want to drink? Let me get that patron *hickup* |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
[Girl Talking]
Hey You You know you been talkin a lot of shit Whisperin in my ear Makin me feel all hot and bothered and shit Makin a muthafucka horny You say you can fuck Prove it [D-Roc] Look bitch You dun talked a whole lot of shit But wait til you see my dick I ain't really fo' the talkin game You dun came in the room and started handlin thangs First start wit brain Then I'ma beat the pussy up Hit it from the back And beat the pussy up Girl why you frontin d Doin all that runnin Be yo ass still Long dick comin Now ride on the dick like you was dancin in the club He really love attention So show him some love Now come up slow and jus ride the head Now drop down fast Put it all in the air Now turn ya ass around let me hit it from behind ya Put big dick inside ya I'ma hit it from the back while I'm pullin your hair You climbin up the wall but I'm pullin your hair Gettin freaky than a muthafucka sweatin I'm all on you, you all on me Fuckin like dogs Me and shawty off of the wall And I like the way she play with the balls Shawty I ain't holdin nothin back at all Ain't scared to put the mouf on the dick She swallowed it And she like it when a nigga be pullin her hair Talkin nasty to her ass while I'm pullin her hair [Chorus (Girl)] Now that I got you in the bed I'm gon pull yo hair Snatch yo ass up by the head I'm gon pull yo hair (Pull my hair, Pull it hard) (Pull my hair, Pull it tight) (Pull my hair, Come on baby) (Pull my hair) [Moans] (Fuck me daddy, Spank me daddy) (Fuck me daddy, Spank me daddy) (fuck me daddy, Spank me daddy) (Fuck me... Shit) [Girl] Mmmmmm You like this You wanna see what I have [Kaine (Girl)] Ay bitch I'm talkin to you (So tell me what you want me to do) [Clears Throat] Looka Hear [Moans] Drop down on all fours like a dog Now I'm lookin at yo ass 'fore I hit it That pussy from the back I'ma get it I'm walkin over to you wit the rubel (Ohhhh) Yo ass in trouble (Is it up high enough) I dun called yo bluff Fuck you til you cry (Uhhhhmmmm) You said I'd beat that pussy from the back so much,that I hurt yo sides (Moans) Yo ass should have been built for the war (Yes)Fuck it, and if you don't wanna wear yo tail,you need to put it in yo ass and tuck it I whispered jus to get ya in the bed Now I'm finna pull yo hair on ya head (Pull it) Shouldn't have fucked wit me Shut Up! If ya ass coulda ran you woulda But you put dat there aside That's how my dick got between yo thighs Now let's all ride I got a 10 foot pole That'll go in yo hole Take yo soul Make nut come out yo nose Fall all on yo clothes [Chorus (Just Guy)] [Chorus (Girl)] |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) - Chopped & Screwed (2005)
[Girl Talking]
Hey You You know you been talkin a lot of shit Whisperin in my ear Makin me feel all hot and bothered and shit Makin a muthafucka horny You say you can fuck Prove it [D-Roc] Look bitch You dun talked a whole lot of shit But wait til you see my dick I ain't really fo' the talkin game You dun came in the room and started handlin thangs First start wit brain Then I'ma beat the pussy up Hit it from the back And beat the pussy up Girl why you frontin d Doin all that runnin Be yo ass still Long dick comin Now ride on the dick like you was dancin in the club He really love attention So show him some love Now come up slow and jus ride the head Now drop down fast Put it all in the air Now turn ya ass around let me hit it from behind ya Put big dick inside ya I'ma hit it from the back while I'm pullin your hair You climbin up the wall but I'm pullin your hair Gettin freaky than a muthafucka sweatin I'm all on you, you all on me Fuckin like dogs Me and shawty off of the wall And I like the way she play with the balls Shawty I ain't holdin nothin back at all Ain't scared to put the mouf on the dick She swallowed it And she like it when a nigga be pullin her hair Talkin nasty to her ass while I'm pullin her hair [Chorus (Girl)] Now that I got you in the bed I'm gon pull yo hair Snatch yo ass up by the head I'm gon pull yo hair (Pull my hair, Pull it hard) (Pull my hair, Pull it tight) (Pull my hair, Come on baby) (Pull my hair) [Moans] (Fuck me daddy, Spank me daddy) (Fuck me daddy, Spank me daddy) (fuck me daddy, Spank me daddy) (Fuck me... Shit) [Girl] Mmmmmm You like this You wanna see what I have [Kaine (Girl)] Ay bitch I'm talkin to you (So tell me what you want me to do) [Clears Throat] Looka Hear [Moans] Drop down on all fours like a dog Now I'm lookin at yo ass 'fore I hit it That pussy from the back I'ma get it I'm walkin over to you wit the rubel (Ohhhh) Yo ass in trouble (Is it up high enough) I dun called yo bluff Fuck you til you cry (Uhhhhmmmm) You said I'd beat that pussy from the back so much,that I hurt yo sides (Moans) Yo ass should have been built for the war (Yes)Fuck it, and if you don't wanna wear yo tail,you need to put it in yo ass and tuck it I whispered jus to get ya in the bed Now I'm finna pull yo hair on ya head (Pull it) Shouldn't have fucked wit me Shut Up! If ya ass coulda ran you woulda But you put dat there aside That's how my dick got between yo thighs Now let's all ride I got a 10 foot pole That'll go in yo hole Take yo soul Make nut come out yo nose Fall all on yo clothes [Chorus (Just Guy)] [Chorus (Girl)] |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
Whoa whoa
She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever Like whoa whoa She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever like She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handle bars Shortys stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down Hey how ya doin' lil mama D Roc's my name Let me introduce you to my brother kaine I am the ying and he's the yang Let's sneak off and start handeling thangs Let's make it to my room quick Hey Shorty wait till you see my dick Let the dog just beat up the cat Whisper in your ear shorty how you like dat Pretty in the face thin in the waist got a nice ass right below that place Tip drill grab the ass see how it feel smooth and silky fine as wine shorty hope she gotta walk behind get it a Walk behind she like a lawn mower nigga she cuttin em down cuttin em down She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handel bars Shorty's stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down Ready for the strip club hoes Dancin in the club takin off they clothes Twenty's, fifties hundred dollar bills Making her move quick so you all her steal We love dat The way she drop it to the ground Make dat booty go round and round The way she dance she getting cash Whisper in her ear I like dat The only reason 'cause you get paid Yeah that's how you getting fed I mean when a nigga break bread Yeah I ain't no jesus(we love dem hoes) And plus they need us To crank to club Like we don't give a fuck She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handel bars Shorty's stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down Whoa whoa She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever Like whoa whoa She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever Listen here daddy I'm a grown ass woman Why you acting like you scared If you want it get up on it 'Cause if you ready for it just say that your ready for it Baby 'cause I am ready for whatever you ready for She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handel bars Shorty's stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) - Chopped & Screwed (2005)
Whoa whoa
She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever Like whoa whoa She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever like She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handle bars Shortys stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down Hey how ya doin' lil mama D Roc's my name Let me introduce you to my brother kaine I am the ying and he's the yang Let's sneak off and start handeling thangs Let's make it to my room quick Hey Shorty wait till you see my dick Let the dog just beat up the cat Whisper in your ear shorty how you like dat Pretty in the face thin in the waist got a nice ass right below that place Tip drill grab the ass see how it feel smooth and silky fine as wine shorty hope she gotta walk behind get it a Walk behind she like a lawn mower nigga she cuttin em down cuttin em down She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handel bars Shorty's stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down Ready for the strip club hoes Dancin in the club takin off they clothes Twenty's, fifties hundred dollar bills Making her move quick so you all her steal We love dat The way she drop it to the ground Make dat booty go round and round The way she dance she getting cash Whisper in her ear I like dat The only reason 'cause you get paid Yeah that's how you getting fed I mean when a nigga break bread Yeah I ain't no jesus(we love dem hoes) And plus they need us To crank to club Like we don't give a fuck She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handel bars Shorty's stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down Whoa whoa She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever Like whoa whoa She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever Listen here daddy I'm a grown ass woman Why you acting like you scared If you want it get up on it 'Cause if you ready for it just say that your ready for it Baby 'cause I am ready for whatever you ready for She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handel bars Shorty's stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Me & My Brother (2003)
[Kaine:]
Hahnnnnnnnnn (7x) [Kaine - Intro:] [Kaine (D-Roc) - Chorus:] Ooooo...Shawty crunk on the floor wide open Skeet so much they call her billy ocean Row, like a 18-wheeler That (girl moan) fine, but this (girl moan) a killa' She leakin', (she soakin' wet) She leakin', (soakin' wet) Shake it like a salt shaker! (Shake it like a salt shaker!) Shake it like a salt shaker! (Shake it like a salt shaker!) [Kaine - Verse 1:] P-poppin 'till u perculate First booty on duty no time to wait Make it work with your wet t-shirt ... you gotta shake it Till your camel start to hurt Say the heels on your feet With the strap around your ankles Jangle, Jangle, Jangle Call that (rew) Bo'Jangles Juicy like fruit or douche like coupe deville Used to get loose on the goose for real [D- Roc - Verse 2:] Five dollars get your ahh a table dance If you got ten, then bring a friend oh shake your ah to the song then If you ain't with it well go on then We ain't no boys we grown men If you ain't gon' dance well don't then Why you wanna waste a n.. song then See your a down doing nothing [Kaine (D-Roc) - Chorus:] Ooooo...Shawty crunk on the floor wide open Skeet so much they call her billy ocean Row, like a 18-wheeler That (girl moan) fine, but this (girl moan) a killa' She leakin', (she soakin' wet) She leakin', (soakin' wet) Shake it like a salt shaker! (Shake it like a salt shaker!) Shake it like a salt shaker! (Shake it like a salt shaker!) [Kaine - Verse 4 Chanting:] Face the wall shawty, put your hands on it Bounce that AH up and down, make a n* want it Face the wall shawty, put your hands on it Bounce that AH up and down, make a n* want it Roll that ass 'round and 'round like a mothamotha wheel Shake that .., this ain't no mothamotha drill Roll that ass 'round and 'round like a mothamotha wheel Shake that .., this ain't no mothamotha drill Get crunk with it! Get loose with it! Like short said, let Bruce Bruce hit it! Get crunk with it! Get loose with it! Like short said, let Bruce Bruce hit it! Now, shake that AH real fast then stop! (Awww) Shake that AH real fast then stop! (Awww) Shake that AH real fast then drop! (Awww) Shake that AH real fast then drop! [Kaine (D-Roc) - Chorus:] Ooooo...Shawty crunk on the floor wide open Skeet so much they call her billy ocean Row, like a 18-wheeler That (girl moan) fine, but this (girl moan) a killa' She leakin', (she soakin' wet) She leakin', (soakin' wet) Shake it like a salt shaker! (Shake it like a salt shaker!) Shake it like a salt shaker! (Shake it like a salt shaker!) [D-Roc - Verse 5:] Shake it like a dollar, a five or ten But what would you do for a twenty-twen Get on the stage shake that ah then Get on the pole and do a back bend I like that do it again Here's another ten ***** do it again Work it like a game that you playin' to win Make that ....... for the YingYang Twins [Kaine (D Roc) - Verse 6:] Sixteen b!!! with thongs in one club The home of the 5th rated bones and big butts Nice big ... splittin' all over the floor Hornafied, can't deny, certified pro On a pole upside down (this sh-- for real) Did the sixty-nine plenty of times (to pay her bill) Brawd say she a clerk by night she turn stripper You don't wanna date her you tryin' so you can tip her [Kaine (D-Roc) - Chorus:] Ooooo...Shawty crunk on the floor wide open Skeet so much they call her billy ocean Row, like a 18-wheeler That (girl moan) fine, but this (girl moan) a killa' She leakin', (she soakin' wet) She leakin', (soakin' wet) Shake it like a salt shaker! (Shake it like a salt shaker!) Shake it like a salt shaker! (Shake it like a salt shaker!) Ooooooooooohhhh! |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Alley (2002)
<i>[Hook]</i>
She got her hands up on her knees and her bows on her thighs She got the twerk and thats for certain I can tell that she fly She got me hype, I wanna bite her right now yi yi Say I yi yi yi yi. <i>[Verse 1]</i> Look at shawty snap make that ass clap Niggas in the club spendin dubs when its PHAT Lookin real fine, standin 5'9 high heels on right on time God damn look at shawty she makin that ass jiggle I lke the way you wobbedy, wobbedy when it wiggle Anybody down for my nursery rhyme riddle Some of these hoes be full creamin in the middle <i>[Verse 2]</i> She shakin ass and gettin paid cause she makin her cheese She ain't scared to get on the floor to show her tigobitties If she doin it quite right I might just give her fifty I be drankin Hennessy so i'm damn to tip see I no them hoes in the club they ain't twerkin fo free If she dancin like she should she'll make her money I like them freaky ass hoes twitchin asses fo me Ahhh shit thats it so im so im spendin my cheese <i>[Hook 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Gentlemen club let me see ya I yi yi Blue flame let me see ya I yi yi Magic City let me see ya I yi yi Body Tap let me see ya I yi yi Jazzy T's let me see ya I yi yi Club Pleasers let me see ya I yi yi School hoes let me see ya I yi yi And if you ain't twerkin BITCH BYE YI YI <i>[Verse 4]</i> Shawty let me see you on the flow butt naked Show stoppin pussy poppin Damn I like the way you take it Up & down Side to side Round & round Touch the ground There you go now you know how gotta make yo cash flow Put them poles touch them toes let mesee that ass roll All in the booty club shawty shake it fo a dub Out of sight so i might stick yo ass a lil somethin Make that pussy fo a blunt <i>[Hook 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 5]</i> Hoes shakin ass like a real freak Tryin to get that muthafuckin ends meat Don't be tryin to muthafuckin tease me Cause im bout tipped on that Hennessy But i'll still give you a dub doe But ya cha gotta shake that ass hoe Work real hard for tha cash flow Bring yo ass to tha dance flow <i>[Verse 6]</i> One time for them bitches at the gentleman club Them bitches shakin ain't no fakin and they came to buy dubs Them niggas hatin steady waitin so we can't come back I'm on this track up out this here while she work that cat Pussy poppin shawty droppin say she gone get blowed She average everybody for goverment cheese hoe Fuck them niggas and yo niggas that be hatin that be hatin on the guy They in the club with them thugs screamin I YI YIIII <i>[Hook 2x]</i> |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Alley (2002)
<i>[Hook]</i>
She got her hands up on her knees and her bows on her thighs She got the twerk and thats for certain I can tell that she fly She got me hype, I wanna bite her right now yi yi Say I yi yi yi yi. <i>[Verse 1]</i> Look at shawty snap make that ass clap Niggas in the club spendin dubs when its PHAT Lookin real fine, standin 5'9 high heels on right on time God damn look at shawty she makin that ass jiggle I lke the way you wobbedy, wobbedy when it wiggle Anybody down for my nursery rhyme riddle Some of these hoes be full creamin in the middle <i>[Verse 2]</i> She shakin ass and gettin paid cause she makin her cheese She ain't scared to get on the floor to show her tigobitties If she doin it quite right I might just give her fifty I be drankin Hennessy so i'm damn to tip see I no them hoes in the club they ain't twerkin fo free If she dancin like she should she'll make her money I like them freaky ass hoes twitchin asses fo me Ahhh shit thats it so im so im spendin my cheese <i>[Hook 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 3]</i> Gentlemen club let me see ya I yi yi Blue flame let me see ya I yi yi Magic City let me see ya I yi yi Body Tap let me see ya I yi yi Jazzy T's let me see ya I yi yi Club Pleasers let me see ya I yi yi School hoes let me see ya I yi yi And if you ain't twerkin BITCH BYE YI YI <i>[Verse 4]</i> Shawty let me see you on the flow butt naked Show stoppin pussy poppin Damn I like the way you take it Up & down Side to side Round & round Touch the ground There you go now you know how gotta make yo cash flow Put them poles touch them toes let mesee that ass roll All in the booty club shawty shake it fo a dub Out of sight so i might stick yo ass a lil somethin Make that pussy fo a blunt <i>[Hook 2x]</i> <i>[Verse 5]</i> Hoes shakin ass like a real freak Tryin to get that muthafuckin ends meat Don't be tryin to muthafuckin tease me Cause im bout tipped on that Hennessy But i'll still give you a dub doe But ya cha gotta shake that ass hoe Work real hard for tha cash flow Bring yo ass to tha dance flow <i>[Verse 6]</i> One time for them bitches at the gentleman club Them bitches shakin ain't no fakin and they came to buy dubs Them niggas hatin steady waitin so we can't come back I'm on this track up out this here while she work that cat Pussy poppin shawty droppin say she gone get blowed She average everybody for goverment cheese hoe Fuck them niggas and yo niggas that be hatin that be hatin on the guy They in the club with them thugs screamin I YI YIIII <i>[Hook 2x]</i> |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
Chorus]
Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Verse 1 (Pitbull)] Up in the club Fuck VIP P to da I...I to da T Ying to the Yang Up in this thang D to da roc My Nigga Kaine Open it cut Pouring it up Rolling it up Holing it up Aint her ass swollen or what? Yes sir yes sir Oh we gonna take it back like theives and foes Nasty as i wanna be That must be 2 live for your crew Hoe get down get low Im crossin these mammas like tic tac toe Lets ride lets go Get loose get crunk get drunk get blown Thats right lets roll MIA ATL fo sho [Chorus] Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Bridge] That ho's fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa [Verse 2 (Ying Yang Twins)] That little momma is known around the world Shake that ass if u a nasty girl Back that ass up says juvenile Show a nigga some tities like girls gone wild Tear off this clip of clothes, i wanna see u in the nude You can keep on your high heel shoes So follow me down to yellow brick road Where niggas go to see naked hoes Shake that shit bitch And be off in the club with a hard ass dick Then drop like this bitch If you wanna make the money shawty work that shit Put a hump in your back And lick it raw To a 3 point stance But u mess up yo ass You must be on that kanye work out plan Like head shoulder knees hoes [Chorus] Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Bridge] That ho's fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa [Verse 3 (Ying Yang Twins)] Take em out in cruise Take em out all dressed Is the realest true niggas in the ATL Yeah we break it down betta shake a booty hoe And them hoes and the girl with the real tight clothe One time for the gang with the ying yang twins We already know we off the reel Dont tolerate that talkin Bitch u can make the walkin Patrollers is where im groaking The only way that we are talkin If your breath smells like mine Girl dont give a fuck cause u fine I miss em fo i kiss em I pack em fo i stack em So while we in the club betta get these girls Cause on the streets there aint no action [Chorus] Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Bridge] That ho's fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) - Chopped & Screwed (2005)
Chorus]
Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Verse 1 (Pitbull)] Up in the club Fuck VIP P to da I...I to da T Ying to the Yang Up in this thang D to da roc My Nigga Kaine Open it cut Pouring it up Rolling it up Holing it up Aint her ass swollen or what? Yes sir yes sir Oh we gonna take it back like theives and foes Nasty as i wanna be That must be 2 live for your crew Hoe get down get low Im crossin these mammas like tic tac toe Lets ride lets go Get loose get crunk get drunk get blown Thats right lets roll MIA ATL fo sho [Chorus] Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Bridge] That ho's fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa [Verse 2 (Ying Yang Twins)] That little momma is known around the world Shake that ass if u a nasty girl Back that ass up says juvenile Show a nigga some tities like girls gone wild Tear off this clip of clothes, i wanna see u in the nude You can keep on your high heel shoes So follow me down to yellow brick road Where niggas go to see naked hoes Shake that shit bitch And be off in the club with a hard ass dick Then drop like this bitch If you wanna make the money shawty work that shit Put a hump in your back And lick it raw To a 3 point stance But u mess up yo ass You must be on that kanye work out plan Like head shoulder knees hoes [Chorus] Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Bridge] That ho's fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa [Verse 3 (Ying Yang Twins)] Take em out in cruise Take em out all dressed Is the realest true niggas in the ATL Yeah we break it down betta shake a booty hoe And them hoes and the girl with the real tight clothe One time for the gang with the ying yang twins We already know we off the reel Dont tolerate that talkin Bitch u can make the walkin Patrollers is where im groaking The only way that we are talkin If your breath smells like mine Girl dont give a fuck cause u fine I miss em fo i kiss em I pack em fo i stack em So while we in the club betta get these girls Cause on the streets there aint no action [Chorus] Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Bridge] That ho's fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
(Collipark) Haha woo shit boy I'm tired as hell that's alot of ass shakin an wigglin whatever man we done drunk all this liquor I can't drank no more patron so before we get with Wyclef and Jerry yo Ying Yang lets take a smoke break
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from Ying Yang Twins - Alley (2002)
(Chorus)
ONE, TWO, you know what to do ONE, TWO, you know what to do SOUND OFF, all my hoes in this muthafucker SOUND OFF, all my niggas in this muthafucker SOUND OFF, Ying Yang in this muthafucker SOUND OFF, NIGGA, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF (Ying Yang) Niggas crossed standin all in line The club packed every muthafucken time Fly hoes looking alike darnit Rich thugs takin over V.I.P parkin Say you came to hang, well i bet 4, or 5 crooks are here, we brang sweat Smokin till you caint get no higher If the twins in your city its gonna be an all nighter Lucky women out there lemme hear you say Do that there, do that there, where you at In the back of the club, in the front of the stage Gettin krunk with a nigga, say this song hit a nigga I keepin shit simple like a.b.c We can muthafucken teach you goddamned birds and bees If you's a virgin, you need to stay away from me Ill pimp this straight hoe till you straight up leave (Chorus) ONE, TWO, you know what to do ONE, TWO, you know what to do SOUND OFF, all my hoes in this muthafucker SOUND OFF, all my niggas in this muthafucker SOUND OFF, Ying Yang in this muthafucker SOUND OFF, NIGGA, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF (Ying Yang) Where my thugs at Sippin more yak Cumin in the car Standin by the bar See every time ying yang catch a vibe They say we too hype, beg us too be quiet Thats all good if we was in a church But niggas be throwin bows, and hoes that love to twurk One more time, Hoot, Aim, Shoot Lemme jump off in If i said it i ment it, Im here to represent it Love big booty bitches, love feelin on some titties If you think this shits explicit Dont let your kids hear it Bitch pop that pussy, and shake that ass Last call for alchohol, save me the last dance Got my dick hard doin that freaky shit Best belive this the bitch that im leavin with (Chorus) ONE, TWO, you know what to do ONE, TWO, you know what to do SOUND OFF, all my hoes in this muthafucker SOUND OFF, all my niggas in this muthafucker SOUND OFF, Ying Yang in this muthafucker SOUND OFF, NIGGA, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF (Ying Yang) Step out in a polo air tight Smoke a blunt, cant you hear em, my heads right If your cunt creams more let my nuts hang Represent in the crib, and the friggin cain Niggas say oops shorty what they in for Gone drank all day, make the liquor store I hate the way you ment it tell em that i need an O Low blow but an O thats a no no Ying Yang got ya krunk sit down and ready So dont get up on the bitch till i back that ass up I feel so weedy show a nigga that you can put some feel in nene The way you shaken ass bitch lemme hit it Oops my fault my hand be wondering 9 to 5 must be killin Let me tell you something if you dont like what im sayin Keep it to yourself but i still got hoes Gettin krunk with it (Chorus) ONE, TWO, you know what to do ONE, TWO, you know what to do SOUND OFF, all my hoes in this muthafucker SOUND OFF, all my niggas in this muthafucker SOUND OFF, Ying Yang in this muthafucker SOUND OFF, NIGGA, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF (Ying Yang) Ohhh-Ohhh Ying Yang in this Ohhh-Ohhh Ying Yang in this Ohhh-Ohhh Ying Yang in this Ying Yang in this, Ying Yang in this Ohhh-Ohhh Ying Yang in this Ohhh-Ohhh Ying Yang in this Ying Yang in this, Ying Yang in this Ohhhhhh- |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
(Chorus:)
(Ooh) Shorty off the chain right there Baby I don't mean to stare I want you to Know you're the shit fo sho girl, You a dime from head to toe (Ooh) Ain't tryin' to win no game Only wanna know your name, beautiful, let me know girl, Do you think we could take it slow? (Verse 1:) Can I get to know ya, I wanna be ya friend Ya confidant, the one ya call every now an then Ain't tryin' to block your grounds or even lock you down But if you feelin' down I'll be around I know you hear the streets, bumpin' they gums about me I know your girls be flippin' they tounges about me F**k what ya heard, It's all for what you see That was me and them, this is you and me Breakin' the Ice makin' you laugh Others get mad tellin you that I'ma do bad, Gurl, They don't want you wit me, Yeah we know that But they try to get me did you know that? I'm fo sho that, I wanna show that Ain't tryin to fast talk you, we can take it slow Yeah This is Yang baby, I'm tha Yang baby Let me thang that thang and make ya sang baby (Chorus:) (Ooh) Shorty off the chain right there Baby I don't mean to stare I want you to Know you're the shit for sure girl, You a dime from head to toe (Ooh) Ain't tryin' to win no game Only wanna know your name, beautiful, let me know girl, Do you think we could take it slow? (Verse 2:) Hey Lil' mamma how ya doin' whats yo name? Let me holla at ya, get to know ya betta Can we get togeha and go out sometime? Hit the movies get a bite to eat Have a man swoop you of your feet Compliment you on ya eyes, let him tell you nice things And whateva you want, he buy you anything Take a bubble bath, have a couple of laughs in tha tub And doin' erything that make you fall in love It might seem nothin' heard of, but it's true I dont have a reason to lie to you I got'cha back, just believe that You smoke weed we could smoke us a fast sack Kick it back and relax n watch the sunset Doin' erything i know you haven't done yet I'm just sayin' if you ready just let me know cuz from here we can make our relationship grow n take it slow (Chorus:) (Ooh) Shorty off the chain right there Baby I don't mean to stare I want you to Know you're the shit for sure girl, You a dime from head to toe (Ooh) Ain't tryin' to win no game Only wanna know your name, beautiful, let me know girl, Do you think we could take it slow? (Verse 3:) Damn Shorty fine, Yea she a dime Wanna make her mine, Playa ain't lyin' 'wake from half of tha night, she a first down Drop a bomb and she call a nigga nurse down 6 SECONDS,5 MORE SECONDS,4 SECONDS,3 MORE SECONDS,2 SECONDS,1 MORE SECOND,NO MORE SECONDS, Shorty come in n check it We'd 'em told you 'bout tha wild life, You need a man that'll always beat it down right Show you things you ain't never seen in tha bedroom So we a always make tha Bedroom Boom We a always havin' fun when we doin' things, freaky things If you wanna get freaky, We can get freaky If you ready just let me know cuz from here we can make it grow n take it slow (Chorus:) (Ooh) Shorty off the chain right there Baby I don't mean to stare I want you to Know you're the shit for sure girl, You a dime from head to toe (Ooh) Ain't tryin' to win no game Only wanna know your name, beautiful, let me know girl, Do you think we can take it slow... We can take it slow... (Take It Slow....) We can take it slow... (Take It Slow...) Oh girl, Yeah... |
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| from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) - Chopped & Screwed (2005) | |||||
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from Ying Yang Twins - Me & My Brother (2003)
<i>[Kaine]</i>
The nerve calmer The nerve calmer The nerve calmer The nerve calmer The nerve calmer <i>[D Roc (Kaine)]</i> I'm kinda antsy in my motherfucking pants The average bro might not understand, bitch I'm a man (Man!) And I mean it from the heart I just hate it when you make your lips part All you do is (nag, nag, nag) Make a nigga (mad, mad, mad) Gotta smoke me a (bag, bag, bag) To keep from kicking yo' (ass, ass, ass) <i>[Hook]</i> I need mo' weed Just to smoke, so I can calm my nerves Say I need, mo' weed Just to smoke, so I can calm my nerves Yaeey! <i>[Kaine]</i> The nerve calmer The nerve calmer The nerve calmer The nerve calmer The nerve calmer Yup! |
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