Lyrics:
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 don't
to ya we can have a lot of fun
Shake it like a salt shaker like I am a Ying Yang Twin
All dat ass on you girl you I ain't got no choice to win
All dat ass
these hoes by my goddamn self. Foreal
Y'all actin like y'all don't remember that Ying Yang twins?
Smoke by myself, Drink by myself, fuck these hoes by my
to the Yang
Up in this thang
D to da rock
My nigga Kaine
Up in the cut
Pouring it up
Rolling it up
Holding it up
Ain't her breasts swollen or what
Yes
Ying Yang Twins
And it's a new year nigga
And you know its your dawg beatin ass formally known as DJ Smurf
And since this is a new day for us I want
Yang we're all the same in difference
Ima give you love just give me clearance
Leave me be in my own silence
I'm all alone I can not hide it
All my
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, ain't her ass swollen or what?
Yes
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, ain't her ass swollen or what?
Yes
[Ying Yang Twins]
Yay
Shit tight
Click right
So fine
Ya'll can't fuck with us
Its the Ying Yang . . . twins and Marques Houston
Chita chita moving
for the Ying Yang Twins
16 bitches in thongs in 1 club
The home of the 5th, redbones and big butts
Game spittin' bitches splitting all on the floor
stretching your body
From the window to the wall
I'mma ying-yang your body
Make my hips hop and hooray
By nature we get naughty
What I'm gon' do, girl,
exist
Ying yang and we all twins
These thangs make us all twins
Scared artist that won't commit
And the weak artist that still exist
Ying yang and we all
spears and the Ying Yang Twins,
Hah we done became friends.
Might as well let the party begin.
If you wid it then join on in.
I got that boom boom
it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Quarter to twelve and we just getting in
Bubba gon' make it spark wit' the Ying Yang Twins
juevo
Dale juevo
Up in the club
Fuck VIP
P to da I, I to da P
Ying to the Yang
Up in this thang
D to da rock
My nigga Kaine
Up in the cut
Mentirosa mentirosa mentirosa mentirosa
Dale juevo dale juevo
Up in the club fuck VIP
P to the Ii to the T ying to the Yang
Up in this thang d to the roc
My
Yeah we break it down betta shake a booty hoe
And them hoes and the girl with the real tight clothes
One time for the gang with the ying yang twins
We
it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Quarter to twelve and we just getting in
Bubba gon' make it spark wit' the Ying Yang Twins
[Ying Yang Twins]
(Shout it)
We gonna go to the club and get drunk with Britney
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ying Yang, Britney
(Shout it)
She
[Chorus: Ying Yang Twins & Lil' Jon]
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Skeet so much they call her Billy ocean
Row like eighteen wheeler
(Shorty) we goin' to go to the club
And get crunk with Britney
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ying Yang, Ya Who? Britney
(Shorty) She think she fine
Fine
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
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh Colli Park in the house
Slick we got Bun be (Bun B) Ying Yang Twins Check it out
Colli Park drop them beats that'll rock ya world
Ah shit
Y'all know what time it is (What time is it?)
It's the return of the motha fuckin' ying yang twins
And you know this is your boy Collipark
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