1.Water
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Jerry Duplessis, Deongelo Holmes,
Eric Jackson, Wyclef Jean
Ladies and thugs
Please report to the dance floor
It's Ying Yang Twins and we're about to
Take over the game, game, game, game
Say 1, say 2, say you know what to do
We're gon' start the fun
We're gon' get it started
That's why we're the 2 Live Crew
Man, I hate when the club be dead
Ain't nobody dancin' 'cause they scared
Get your ass on the floor and dance
Why you came in the club, are you mad？
Drop the rhythm to the boogie of the beat
This ain't Miami but we bringin' all the Heat
The ATL is on the map
2 young playas, you know we gon' snap
Englewood, East Atlanta
World wide with this country grammar
Ying Yang Twins back again
'Bout to save your life like the Superfriends
Yep, we so hot, yeah
We so hot, yeah
We so hot, yeah
Somebody bring me water
We so hot, yeah, water
We so hot, yeah, water
We so hot, yeah
Somebody bring me water
I said boom, bang, tick, tock
The Ying Yang Twins, they known to beat the block
So when our shit drop
You know damn well the album gon' pop
They wish that we stop
We ain't said it now but our shit gon' pop
Ying, Ying, Yang, Yang
In the game, ain't a damn thing changed
Dance on the floor, get crunk, get your groove on
There's somebody hatin' that's when you bust a move on
You came in the club to have a good time
So crunk, you done cranked up a soul train line
Now everybody dance on the floor
Everybody watchin', wanna see sum more
So let yourself go, you in the club
You see me in the club, I'ma crank it up
We so hot, yeah
We so hot, yeah
We so hot, yeah
Somebody bring me water
We so hot, yeah, water
We so hot, yeah, water
We so hot, yeah
Somebody bring me water
We back, we back, we back
We back, we back
We back, we back
We so hot, yeah
We so hot, yeah
We so hot, yeah
Somebody bring me water
We so hot, yeah, water
We so hot, yeah, water
We so hot, yeah
Somebody bring me water
Say 1, say 2, say you know what to do
We're gon' start the fun
We're gon' get it started
That's why we're the 2 Live Crew
Man, I hate when the club be dead
Ain't nobody dancin' 'cause they scared
Get your ass on the floor and dance
Why you came in the club, are you mad？
Bring me water, water, water
Bring me water, water, water
Bring me water, water, water
Bring me water
2.Jack It Up
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Carlos
Thornton
Ying Yang, Collipark
Get back, get back
Ladies
Jack it up
Do you like what you see？
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see？
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)
Do you like what you see？
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see？
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)
Collipark, come down
And watch there motherfuckin' jaws hit the ground
Now jack yo ass up, jack yo ass up
Jack yo ass us, jack yo ass up
Thick, thick, mamma jammas, all in there
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Drunk little people they stop and stare
Punk little people don't come in near
Naked skin is all they wear
How they knew everything is bear
Playing with the girl, braid thier hair
Leanin' on back in the chair
Say playa you know that chick is fine
You get that one, this one mine
Watch you call big booty girls in line
The march of times, the march of thine
Chain that's what there workin'
Ever since the game 'bout girls been twerkin'
The ying yang twins know that to do
If you dance in the club they'd were out for you
Do you like what you see？
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see？
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)
Do you like what you see？
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see？
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)
Collipark, come down
And watch there motherfuckin' jaws hit the ground
Now jack yo ass up, jack yo ass up
Jack yo ass us, jack yo ass up
Baby, now you look good in those clothes
Let me take a picture with my camera phone
The way you poppin' and droppin', shawty of the chain
So wibble wobble, shake it and move that thang
So back it on up like a you hot, truck
Girl you know I love it how you stretch yo stuff
I like that so baby, do what you do
Ain't no body else look as good as you
'Cause you a bad mamma, jamma with a big behind
So bring that thang up for me one more time
And shake it like a salt shaker
(Shake it like a salt shaker)
Girl work your mind and make you do that thang
That's it right there
Girl, I love it when you do that move
Ooh, you got a big booty on you
That's it the dance floor
And show â~em how we get down with it
Follow me let's get it, get it
Do you like what you see？
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see？
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)
Do you like what you see？
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see？
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)
Collipark, come down
And watch there motherfuckin' jaws hit the ground
Now jack yo ass up, jack yo ass up
Jack yo ass us, jack yo ass up
No money, no honey, no cash, no ass
No Gucci, no coochie, so don't even ask
No fine ass, no romance, no dough, no hoe
If you ain't got no bread then you can't go to bed
You look like a super model wit a lot of class
Girl, look at your booty what you doin' wit all that
And I know this might through you off
But can I touch your booty and see is it's soft？
Yeah, shake that thang like a tambourine
Move it round and round like a washin' machine
Girl you know you look good to me
Yes, I do like what I see
Do you like what you see？
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see？
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)
Do you like what you see？
Bet you want a piece of me
Do you like what you see？
What you see, what you see
(Hell, yeah)
3.Jigglin
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Motherfuckin' wigglin'
Motherfuckin', motherfuckin' wigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin'
Motherfuckin' wigglin'
Jiggle, jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
(Ass get to jigglin')
Jiggle, jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')
Now wiggle, wiggle
(Motherfuckin', motherfuckin')
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')
Now jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle,
jiggle
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle
I'm from the land of the booty booty droppin' droppin'
Pussy hoe poppin', knockin'
Niggaz eyes out they socket, takin' money out they pocket
Shoot 'em to the moon like a mother motherfuckin' rocket
Pussy start wars, turn bitches into stars
Get goose behind bars, then smoke like cigars
I prefer swishas befo' I lick her
I got a tree for this trick, this dick a skeeter
I come, if she came, I win to see her
So 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12
This stacks is on deck, this bitches don't second this, somebody
bail
That's why the pussy club sell 'coz a nigga rather pay money
Just to see a tail, then they go to the house for his bitch to
raise hell
And plus every time she said no, they say yeah, so we are go
fish
Jiggle, jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
(Ass get to jigglin')
Jiggle, jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')
Now wiggle, wiggle
(Motherfuckin', motherfuckin')
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')
When it go wobblin' and shakin', we love to see 'em get naked
So we be spendin' the money to see how up she'll take it
She work that thang on the pole, when she be slidin' down slow
If you ain't been to a booty club, then your ass wouldn't know
So let me paint a picture to make it a bit cleara
I love the club but I don't love no strippaa
Yeah, I'm a tippa, that's why I'm in the club
To see her shake her ass but I ain't fallin' in love
She shake it like a salt shaker, see you now, see you later
Ying Yang Twins, it the strip hoes motivator
Make that pussy poop if you wanna get the loot
Now bend over, touch your toes, let me see you get low
Make your left cheek jump and your right cheek jump
Now roll, roll, roll, roll, roll that rump
I love to see a naked hoe dance, no, I ain't wit that romance
She wibble, wobble and shake it, shawty love to get naked
Jiggle, jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
(Ass get to jigglin')
Jiggle, jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')
Now wiggle, wiggle
(Motherfuckin', motherfuckin')
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Ass get to jigglin')
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Motherfuckin' wigglin')
Yo, you know how to do it
Aight, yep
4.Take It Slow
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Carlos
Thornton
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
You a dime from head to toe
Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow？
Can I get to know ya？ I wanna be ya friend
You call fo' another when you call every now and then
Ain't tryin' to block your ground or even lock you down
But if you feelin' down, I'll be around
I know you hear the street bumpin', they talks about me
I know your girls be flippin' they talks about me
Fuck what you heard, go for what you see
That was me and them, this is you and me
Breakin' the ice, makin' you laugh
Others get mad, tellin' you that I'ma do bad, girl
They don't want you wit me, yeah, we know that
But they try to get me, did you know that？
I'm fo' sho' that, I wanna store that
Ain't tryin' to fast talk you, we can take it slow, yeah
This is Yang, baby, I'm the Yang, baby
Let me bang that thang and make you sang, baby
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
You a dime from head to toe
Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow？
Hey lil' mama, how you doin', what's yo' name？
Let me holla at ya, get to know you betta
Can we get together and go out sometime？
Hit the movies, get a bite to eat
Have a man sweep you off your feet
Compliment you on your eyes, let it tell you nice things
And whatever you want, he buy you anything
Take a bubble bath, have a couple of laughs in the tub
And doin' everything that make you fall in love
It might seem unheard of but it's true
I don't have a reason to lie to you
I gotcha back, just believe that
You smoke weed, we could smoke us a fat sack
Kick it back and relax, watch the sunset
Doin' everything I know you haven't done yet
I'm just sayin' if you ready, just let me know
'Coz from here, we can make our relationship grow and take it
slow
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
You a dime from head to toe
Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow？
Damn, shorty fine, yeah, she a dime
Wanna make her mine, player, I ain't lyin'
Wake from half of the night, she occurs down
Drop a bomb and she calm nigga nerves down
6 seconds, 5 more seconds, 4 seconds
3 more seconds, 2 seconds,1 more second
No more seconds, shorty, come in and check it
We done told you 'bout the wild life
You need a man that'll always beat it down right
Show you things you ain't seen in the bedroom
So we a always make the bedroom boom
We a always have fun when we doin' things, freaky things
If you wanna get freaky, we can get freaky
If you ready just let me know
'Coz from here, we can make it grow and take it slow
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
You a dime from head to toe
Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow？
We can take it slow
Take it slow
We can take it slow
Take it slow, oh girl, yeah
5.Dangerous
Lyricist：Sara Allen, Michael Antoine Crooms, Jerry Duplessis, Daryl
Hall, Deongelo Holmes, Jr., Eric Von Jackson, Wyclef Jean, John
Oates
Wycelf
Callypor
Let's go
She fine, she fine
She heals, she mine
Black Barbie, I'm Ken
She got hundred men and boosting, yeah
I ain't really trying to let you in
But you could spend your Benjamins
Make no mistake thinkin' she your friend
Pisses all about differences
Wait she like to play games
And she don't care who she play wit'
She do what she do
And she gon' get what she gon' get
She hit the club
And she gon' make her money quick
Shake it down the pole
And make believe the normal beat
I like the way, the way she dance
She take the thug put them in a trance
She shake the, like an avalanche
Look into her eyes and you takin' a chance
I see the fire in her eyes, fire in her eyes
The way she moves, she got the fire in her eyes
Fire on her waist, fire in her thighs
I love the scandal
She's so dangerous
(Dangerous)
She's so dangerous
(Dangerous)
She's so scandalous
(Scandalous)
I love the scandal, hear me sing
Woho, hear she comes
Watch out boys she'll chew you up
She's dangerous
(Dangerous)
Dangerous
(Dangerous)
I love the scandal
We left school, started going winter skiing all my years
When I leave I'ma tell my friend and we both coming back again
And I'm looking for that girl that danced for me the last dance
Shawty, get crunk, so I'ma get you to dance for me one more time
Thick and chalking, heard that mocking
Pack that money, boy she want it
All her body, they gon' pay her
Shawty, 'bout worry, so we can play her
Dangerous, that girl, scandalous
And the world of girls, boys, where they hang with us
She's so dangerous
(Dangerous)
She's so dangerous
(Dangerous)
She's so scandalous
(Scandalous)
I love the scandal, hear me sing
Woho, hear she comes
Watch out boys she'll chew you up
She's dangerous
(Dangerous)
She's dangerous
(Dangerous)
I love the scandal
You call your momma lemme see your move
Dirty dancing all in the nude
Get crunkish she 'bout 5 to 6
So I spend the money to see it
I love them girls that belly dance
Drop it down low and shake that
Like whoa shorty look like her ma
Remind me of a Coke Cola bottle
She a bad problem with her mind on the riches
So bad she pimp him
All about that mighty dollah, yeah
Trying to rip what she ain't gonna hollah
Send for the fry she gon' get it
Then you go high she'll get it
Tell 'em why she already did it
Oh, boy, alright rotate about this DJ
Whoa black baby, ramalam
Whoa black baby, ramalam
Whoa black baby, ramalam
Whoa black baby, ramalam
Yeah, black baby, ramalam
Yeah, black baby, ramalam
Yeah, black baby, ramalam
Yeah, black baby, ramalam
Wow black baby, ramalam
Wow black baby, ramalam
Wow black baby, ramalam
Wow black baby, ramalam
6.Family
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Jerry Duplessis, Deongelo Holmes,
Eric Jackson, Wyclef Jean
I had a partner named Courtney
Dead, pulled by a van, blood gone from his head
I had another partner named Terry
Dead, he tried to flee the scene before they hit 'em wit the
left
My grandma always said
When it rains it pours
Niggas dying like flies
Got me kinda scared to go outdoors
I had a cousin named Ant
Dead, they say the young man only died by the head
The streets all we got it
Boys gon' be boys, me in ya hype
Teach your son to like guns with toys
Now what we supposed to do
When you know you gotta get ya kid enrolled in school
So you start hanging 'round with the local crew
Have a smoke or two
Start kicking 'em a joke or two
Tell me what the parent's supposed to do？
Go tell momma
(Go tell momma)
To go ask daddy
(To go ask daddy)
That since when was the last time
We were a family
Like we supposed to be
Brothas and sistas
(Brothas and sistas)
Achi cousins I love you
(Achi cousins I love you)
And sometimes we as family
We don't do what we supposed to
So I say
Family, yeah, family
Family, yeah
1979 that's when my momma had me
2006, her oldest son is a daddy
Check it, I got two daughters of my own
They say I degrade women
But they degrade they self
They didn't have help, growing up
She had a dead beat momma
And a dead beat dad
She go and shake her ass quick in the club
Drop it like it's hot
I tell my kids what to do
And what to do not
I'm a grown ass man
I gotta feed my kids
So I teach them the right
And wrong way to live
If you feel bad
You need to stop shaking ya ass
And your parents won't be so mad
Might smile at you
If you keep shaking your ass in the club
Ying Yang gon' show you love
Listen, I keep stressing to my daughters stay in school
Learn all you can, yes, I'm a real family man
Go tell momma
(Go tell momma)
To go ask daddy
(To go ask daddy)
That since when was the last time
We were a family
Like we supposed to be, family
Brothas and sistas
(Brothas and sistas)
Achi cousins I love you
(Achi cousins I love you)
And sometimes we as family
We don't do what we supposed to
So I say
Family, yeah, family
Family, yeah
Check this out
I wanna break the music down for a minute
I wanna say something to us
You know I say us 'cause we are a people
We all are equal
If you love your sister, your brother
Your father, your mother
Clap yo' hands
Clap yo' hands
Clap yo' hands
Clap yo' hands
Family, family
Family, family, family
Go tell momma
(Go tell momma)
To go ask daddy
(To go ask daddy)
That since when was the last time
We were a family
Like we supposed to be
Brothas and sistas
(Brothas and sistas)
Achi cousins I love you
(Achi cousins I love you)
And sometimes we as family
We don't do what we supposed to
So I say
Family, family
Family, yeah
7.Open
Lyricist：Maurice Benjamin Cenac, Michael Antoine Crooms, D'ongelo
Holmes, Eric Jackson
I got money in my hand
I'm 'bout to walk up to her and I ain't playin'
This bitch gon' hear what I'm sayin'
'Cause when I'm payin', bitch, I'm the man
So bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Girl, you know you find this shit
Let's get together so we can fuck
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna fuck
Up on the man while the niggaz love to see the pussy pop
The plan is to get a couple a grand outta niggaz socks
But niggaz ain't tippin' fo nuthin'
So shut the fuck up and dance so I keep on struttin'
Big booty butt nigga hoe dance in the club
Nigga so good, got me wanna fuck
My dick hard then a motha fucka
(What you say？)
My dick hard then a motha fucka
Pokin' out my pants
Boy, I'm gon' tear that pussy up if I ever get the chance
Then grab that bitch with my motha fuckin' hand
The midnight hood don't be playin'
So you like it rough, well, come here then
You really love to fuck, well, come here then
Your wicked dance got me outta control
I just wanna see if you can bust it open
So bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Girl, you know you find this shit
Let's get together so we can fuck
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna fuck
Now I walk in the club got a thousand ones
Got your pretty bitch in the club, show me some
Damn, my dick hard then a motha fucker
(What you say？)
My dick hard then a motha fucker
Old school like tootsie
Roll on in the club and stroke that pussy
Bitches teach that mind all the time for the right dime
It'll blow your mind when you find what they do behind
Now there you hoes be showin' a nigga some love
Remind me of the movie 'The Players Club'
Hit the green light and ya ain't get in the building
All these hoes wanna show us they pussy
The class of the ass in the pussy line
I got a dick for trick, I got a treat for buyin'
That'll sweat the owner
Tell the customer, 'Pie for sale and its sweet potato custard'
So bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Girl, you know you find this shit
Let's get together so we can fuck
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna fuck
Girl, you know you find this shit
Let's get together so we can fuck
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna fuck
I got a money in my hand
I'm 'bout to walk up to her and I ain't playin'
This bitch gon' hear what I'm sayin'
'Cause when I'm payin', bitch, I'm the man
So bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Girl, you know you find this shit
Let's get together so we can fuck
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna fuck
Girl, you know you find this shit
Let's get together so we can fuck
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna fuck
8.Friday
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, J. Duplessis, Deongelo Holmes, Eric
Jackson, Wyclef Jean
Fri-fri-friday
Fri-fri-friday
Fri-fri-friday
See it don't really matter what yo' boss got ta say
We can't make ya mad
See it's pay day, you got double over time
Ain't nothin' on yo' mind
Time to recline, hit the club
We gon ride 'cause it's Friday
Friday
Friday
Friday
Ain't no sweat, give me my check, let me jet
Go get fresh, look my best
Better then the rest, best in the flesh
Greater then lest
Take you the pass, yes, I'm the head
Rub my glass, second best on the verse
I'm the worse when I'm on tha
When I play I look fly
All the girls wanna, all the girls wanna
Ride thro the hood with a Chevy dom
The south got bottom and we love the thump
The bass gon vibrate in the trunk
The thump gon make the body hump
It's Friday, it's pay day
Everything gon' go my way day
Everybody gonna hear what I got to say
I'm out this bitch 'til Monday
It's Friday, it's pay day
Everything gon' go my way day
Everybody gonna hear what I got to say
I'm out this bitch 'til Monday
I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block
The club is the place where the party gon' rock
I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block
The club is the place where the party gon' rock
You been workin' all week, didn't get much sleep
But today is the last day, time to go play
Get yo check, get out that bitch
You know where to go to get crunk with it
Hit the club, get you drank on
Hit the dance flo', get yo' crank on
Party over here get crunk over there
Everybody's hands in the motherfuckin' air
Hot but you feelin' good
You ain't on the clock so it's all good
You havin' you a ball, you with yo' dogs
And the club packed from wall to wall
See it don't really matter what yo' boss got ta say
We can make ya mad
See it's pay day, you got double over time
Ain't nothin' on yo' mind
Time to recline, hit the club
We gon ride 'cause it's Friday
Friday
Friday
Friday
Just got paid, it's Friday night
Hit the mall get fresh
Hit the club tonight
Damn right, party 'til it's time end
On Saturday I be back again
It's the weekend, baby, have a blast
You thru with yo' drank
Have anotha glass
Get yo ass on the dance flo'
Have some fun
You in the middle of the crowd, nigga
Burn you one
They drankin', they thankin' the weekend last forever
But before you leave the club you need to pull you together
While you sippin' and tippin' you need to check you ride
Because you don't want to go outside and catch a dui
Warning Fridays usually lead to high volumes
Of drinking, smoking and partying
It's Friday, it's pay day
Everything gon go my way day
Everybody gonna hear what I got to say
I'm out this bitch 'til Monday
It's Friday, it's pay day
Everything gon go my way day
Everybody gonna hear what I got to say
I'm out this bitch 'til Monday
I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block
The club is the place where the party gon' rock
I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block
The club is the place where the party gon' rock
Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
It's with great pleasure for me
To introduce to you my Wyclef John
Aitte, now I know y'all crunk
We gon keep y'all crunk
We bringin' back that funky shit
Ying Yang and Wyclef in this bitch
But I would like to introduce to y'all
My man, the wonder boy
But y'all may know him
As Jerry Wonder on the bass guitar
9.Collard Greens
Lyricist：Deongelo Marquel Holmes, Jr., Eric Von Jackson, Brian Anthony
Tealer
Mary, Mary, my Mary
My Mary, Mary
My Mary, my Mary
My Mary
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
(Yes, indeed)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
(No sticks, no seeds)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
(In my weed)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
Burn one, smoke some, who got tha blunts, blazin' one
Lift it in ya hand, then raise 'em up, light 'em up, take a puff
Inhale, exhale, what's that smell, can't you tell？
Talkin' 'bout that goddamn herbal tea, puffin' on damn marijuana
trees
What's wrong with these real G's, goin' in all stank
Everybody pullin' out a bag of dank, shit in the air, so funky
stank
What the hell, might as well, smoke 'em all, we can ball
Sit down playa before you fall, sesh kickin' in on all of y'all
Now take it in through the nose, hold the smoke, let it go
If ya choke, then you know, that's that, sell some mo'
Fill up the weed pipe, keep all the seeds tight
Do one hit it, mine does always keep me high
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
(Yes, indeed)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
(No sticks, no seeds)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
(In my weed)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
Gimme that green hella green, or that reefer cheba
Let me show you how we, put 'em up, put 'em up, get a little
high
Gotta go get dank, stop at the liquor store, get dat drank
Don't forget yo blunts, and yo razor
Tell yo folks you were high, let em later, don't wanna save a
Split the blunt, dump the tobacco, leave the paper, then put in
the weed
Roll it up, then grab yo lighter, ain't no way you can get no
higher
Take it from me I smoke everyday ridin away, gotta cheap that
hay
By the road, yes here that's right, gettin' fucked up
(That's right)
Just an average day in ma hood, in the wood baby, liquors all
good
Comin' straight from the ATL, DC that's what we all grill
Blow a gun, shoot smoke in the air
Pour some liquor, for your niece who ain't there
Gotta get this shit crunked' up
Sittin' around, just getting' fucked up, yup
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
(Yes, indeed)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
(No sticks, no seeds)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
(In my weed)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
Mary Jane is my everythang and I think I love her more than a
lady
She'll never kick me out the door or try to play me
I guess that that's the reason, she my muthafuckin' baby
Till death do us part, Mary got my heart
Only thing can stop my from dyin' with her is God
I don't know 'bout you but I know 'bout me
Yes indeed, I'ma smoke weed
All we do is smoke weed, get it till we see or call the weed man
I love that shit with no seeds in it, shit that have purple
leaves in it
Shit that smell like outdoor but we call that shit indoor
I grow, purple, we don't fuck with it
If yo' weed got seeds in it you can keep that shit
'Cause I'm a hella reefer choka, big weed smoka
'Cause nigga we smoke that quick green
That shit that we call collard green, yep
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
(Yes, indeed)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
(No sticks, no seeds)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
(In my weed)
Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin' collard greens
10.Intro
Ahhhh shit
Ya'll 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
And we back on the fifth L.P.
We back in this biz baby, but this time we gonna do it a lil
different
For the first half of the album we gonna do it for the die hard
ying yang twins fans
The ones that been with us from day one
The second half of the album we gonna team up with my man Wyclef
and my man Jerry Wonder
And do it a little different
Make it a little musical for ya'll
So what you can do right now is sit back, grab you some gack,
some patron, fire you up a blunt
And all you ladies that like to shake ya ass
You already know its about to go down in this bitch
It's the motha fuckin chemically imbalanced L.P.
So we free to do it like this
Yo check it out
11.Keep on Coming
12.1st Booty on Duty
COLLIPARK!!!
YEAHR!!!
HAAAH!
What the fuck yall think this here
1st booty on duty the bitch gon get to it
It's money here
The hoe better to do it
Everybody on dat
I smell weed
I see nigga to sippin
Yall niggas need start tippin
I'm see the Ying Yang
Somebody
13.Patron (Skit)
Last call for alcohol!
Last call for alcohol!
You can do what the fuck you think, but it's time for your last
drink.
If you ain't got it, you better get it.
You want another drink...
Yeah
What you want to drink？
Let me get that patron
14.Big Boy Liquor
15.Smoke Break (Skit)
of ass shakin an wigglin whatever man we done drunk all this
liquor I can't drank no more patron so before we get with Wyclef
and Jerry yo Ying Yang lets take a smoke break
16.Leave
17.One Mo for the Road (Skit)
18.In This Thang Still
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