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
It's Whateva Wit Us
Three 6 Mafia f/ Youngbloodz, Ying Yang Twins
Chorus DJ Paul
What you bitches wanna do ('cause it's whateva wit us)
What you
el ying yang
Benjamin francklin
In my pocket
Diamon on my neckless
Wangles on my legs legs
Nobady toch me
My nigga go far
Vv on my neckless
Yeah!
La
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
back to me (Bring)
I was in the rain coat
I was starving in the E (Cold)
Ying yang twins, bang bang, skeet skeet
(Skeet)
Tryna mate, I got hoes in 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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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'
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
got her feenin
Baby I ain't talking no Ying Yang Twins
She soaking wet and she leaking
Ms. Parker Ms. Parker aww she a freak
Lil Jon Lil Jon aww
Throw em up, letter A's
Split the two tens, double blackjacks
Asian twins 21, it's their birthday
Call 'em ying yang
Suck me up, hurricane with her
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
Fucked up Chingy's song
Afro-mother fuckin-man cant stand no mother fuckin Ying-Yang Twins
I think Lil John and the Eastside Boys is an ignorant,
be so cop
Free car full tank finna spin block ying yang me and Snizzle got twin chops
Still bussing hits at the bus stop play with me nigga get your
(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
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
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