Lyrics:
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
two sides of a coin
Ying and the Yang like twins conjoined
It's obvious people can't create wealth
Only thing we destroy is ourself
And the self is
to me as if you might be livin' it well
New York to Cali, be in and out of town, body by Bally's
I like the way you flex, I wonder 'bout the sex
What
wanna pop that ying-yang
I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game" (y'know)
Cause hoes always be sayin' they got it goin on but if they
Gotta find the balance
Don't wanna talk too loud
Gotta move in silence
Feel like ying yang
Gotta find the balance
Stand up for your side
Be
thoughts into the canvas,
Counting down the days as he drifts into blackness,
Gripped by this madness pen drip scribbling tactics,
Ying n yang shit embrace
right, get it tight
Quarter to 12, and we just came in
Bubba gon' make it spark with the Ying Yang Twins
Sippin' on Patron, blong blong blong
Shorty in
that Ying Yang now came back with
Twurk somethin come here!
(Twurk somethin come here!)
ITS TIIIME
The dance is called the twurkulator
so put your
In The back seat straight freak no telLy
Beat beat skeet skeet no ying yang
Best throat west coast I been game
My name yo name ain't the same
You can't
to close to a gun
What the fuck you mean about bootcars
We made your bredrin off his goose
I done steeped on a semis head
I left my jordans looking Loubs
name
Or get left back no 911
Rinse this juice Bishop Raheem
Bad meets evil ying no Yang
Chase him down like a fucking bank
I'm a young prodigy reekin
of done that
To prove you are the only one
Can I prove it now?
Burning fire in the cold
Twin flame energy
Is hotter than the fucking sun
Ying to the yang
stop Ima creep (Ima Creep)/
Don’t care if they related just call me Cousin Skeet (AOH!)/
And I be skeeting like the Ying Yang (Facts)/
Twin thot pockets
stop Ima creep (Ima Creep)/
Don’t care if they related just call me Cousin Skeet (AOH!)/
And I be skeeting like the Ying Yang (Facts)/
Twin thot pockets
stop Ima creep (Ima Creep)/
Don’t care if they related just call me Cousin Skeet (AOH!)/
And I be skeeting like the Ying Yang (Facts)/
Twin thot pockets
and the Ying Yang Twins
Whats up, ha
We all became friends
Might as well let the party begin
If you're ready then jump on in
Shorty!
She think she
a ring to it
Cause even though differences often they show
Every ying needs a yang in the world that we know
You're the ying to my yang to make me more
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,
really smooth lemme take you there
Saying woo to the coochie like I'm RIC flair
(Damn I feel like the ying yang twins) (For real?)
(I mean I did bag you
What the fuck, man?
(What the fuck?)
This club is dead as a mother fucker
(Dead as a mother fucker)
I'ma call these nigga goddamn Ying Yang Twins
Ying Yang, Collipark, East park
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
in the night we curving
We just tryna make a righteous earning
After failure go again we learning
You can be my main thang, my ying yang
You can be my
was a thug
But you're talking ying-yang like as if you're in a gang
I mean for goodness sake
The only beef you ever had was a sirloin steak
You
the sundown
Chill with my shit on the grip
Chill with my shit on the grain
Finding the balance in this
Calling it "Ying and the Yang"
Change in perspective dat
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