Lyrics:
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
Y'all bitches betta be scared, it's Calipark music
Ying Yang Twins, U.S.A.
United State of Atlanta
We back in this muthafucker by our goddamn self
We
Kaine]
[D-Roc]
Nigga killer, bitch you ain't heard of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause
Kaine]
[D-Roc]
Nigga killer, bitch you ain't heard of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause
Kaine]
[D-Roc]
Nigga killer, bitch you ain't heard of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause
Kaine]
[D-Roc]
Nigga killer, bitch you ain't heard of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause
Ying Yang Twins and them dirty boys (Nigga what?)
That's a coma
I told ya niggaz don't be playin with it
'cause when you see it in chrome
Then you know
of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause it's like that, on a phat track
with a fat sack
D-Roc
still wanna be in this shit and he start runnin’
with god damn Kaine
Like they were really gon blow up being the Ying Yang Twins
Them all punk ass niggas!
ain't never gon' mount to shit
Fuck the Ying Yang Twins, they ain't shit
They ain't ridin' on dubs, they ain't shit
They got them golds in their
[Chorus: Ying Yang Twins]
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a mother' fucka'
See me and my
of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers
Nigga I tried, I told you
We put it down coming right back, 'cause it's like that, on a phat track
With a fat sack
D-Roc
hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Oh my god, from the south to the bottom
Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins
hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Oh my god, from the south to the bottom
Trick daddy dollaz, ying yang twins, beatin'
[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
to the bottom
Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins, beatin' ass
Collipark Music Incorpertated
This that next level right here, it's that crunk party
All these
Now Do I want a dance I’ma tell ya certainly
Plus I got dough cause I know you don’t work for free
YING YANG TWINS whistle while you twerk for me
(WHAT?!)
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' dome
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
[Verse Two]
Ying Yang
hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Oh my god, from the south to the bottom
Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins
And anybody want to see us apart we need to get rid of
They ass man and that's from the heart.
Pick em apart now that the ying yang twins got some ends,
We
pressure
They don't miss you 'till you gone with the wind
And they tired of dancing like a Ying Yang Twin
You can't have the Yin without the Yang my
we went and got Methrone, but of course it's the Ying yang twins
(chorus)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Any way you
nigga,
What you taught my Ying Yang Twins (?) still runnin' up at the (?)
Some of these niggaz be perpetratin'
On the side-lines, instigatin
Nigga like me
take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twins, ah,
That's spot clickin' till the D's run in
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