Lyrics:
Yang Twins
D-Roc
I Rock On Paper But I Rock Rock Rymes
But Ying Yang Gon' Crank This Bitch Every God Damn Time
Kaine & D-Roc Bitch We Wont Stop
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
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!
break it down betta shake a booty
And hoes and the hoe with the real tight clothes
One time for the gang with the ying yang twins
We already know we off
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
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
clothes
One time for the gang with the Ying Yang twins
We already know we off the reel
Don't tolerate that talkin'
Bitch you can get to walkin'
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
and Ying Yang,
I know when kids rockin(?) used to beat the block, I lived in a little house boy,
And the block party would never stop, I remember when
and flip the script, and got the world start screamin' our names
Ying Yang in this thang and its evident
(You dont really like us nigga?) You irrelevent
We
(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
mind
Dylan
I hear Dylan when I look at you
I can see it in invisible ink like a tattoo
The ying to my yang
The toughness to my unending softness
for the Ying Yang Twins
16 bitches in thongs in 1 club
The home of the thick redbones and big butts
Game spittin' bitches splitting all
gotta get rid of that cancer
Then we can beep beep, I mean, creep creep
I ain't the Ying Yang Twins but you know I like to skeet skeet
And that boy got
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
And them hoes and the girl
With the real tight clothes
One time for the gang with
The ying yang twins
We already know we off the reel
Don't tolerate that
take me baby take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twinz, ah
That's spot clickin' till
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
for the Ying Yang Twins
16 bitches in thongs in 1 club
The home of the thick redbones and big butts
Game spittin' bitches splitting all
be concetrate, quick to start regulate
Grab yo' shit, ya gon' get killed, times up anyway
Fuckin wit the Ying Yang Twins don't you know the price you
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
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'
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
better to do it
Everybody on dat
I smell weed
I see nigga to sippin
Y'all niggas need start tippin
I'm see the Ying Yang
Some of these bitches be
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