1.Salt Shaker
Lyricist：D'angelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Craig D Love, Jonathan H Smith
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open, speak so much
They call her Billy ocean, row like eighteen wheeler
That hoe find but this hoe killer
She leakin', she's soak and wet, she leakin', soak and wet
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker
P poppin' till you percolate
First booty on duty. no time to wait
Make it work, with your wet T-shirt
Bitch you gotta shake it till your camel starts to hurt
Say the heals on your feet or the strap around your ankle
Call that big bow jangle
Juicy like fruit or dosh like coup Deville
Used to get loose on the goose for real
Five dollars, get your ass a table dance
If you got ten then bring a friend
Hoe shake your ass to the song then
If you ain't with it then we gone then
We ain't no boys, we grown men
If you ain't gon' dance then don't then
Why you wanna waste a niggaz song？
Then see your ass down doin' nothin'
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open, speak so much
They call her Billy ocean, row like eighteen wheeler
That hoe find but this hoe killer
She leakin', she's soak and wet, she leakin', soak and wet
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker
Face the wall shawty, put your hands on it
Bounce that ass up and down make a nigga want it
Face the wall shawty, put your hands on it
Bounce that ass up and down make a nigga want it
Roll that ass round and round like a motherfuckin' wheel
Shake that shit, this ain't no motherfuckin' drill
Roll that ass round and round like a motherfuckin' wheel
Shake that shit, this ain't no motherfuckin' drill
Get crunk with it, get loose with it
Like short said, let Bruce Bruce hit it
Get crunk with it, get loose with it
Like short said, let Bruce Bruce hit it
Shake that ass real fast then stop, aw shit
Shake that ass real fast then stop, aw shit
Shake that ass real fast then stop, aw shit
Shake that ass real fast then stop, aw shit
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open, speak so much
They call her Billy ocean, row like eighteen wheeler
That hoe find but this hoe killer
She leakin', she's soak and wet, she leakin', soak and wet
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker
Shake it like a dollar five or ten
But what would you do for a twenty twen
Get on the stage shake that ass then
Get on the pole do a back ban
I like that do it again
Here's another ten bitch do it again
Work like a game that you playin' to win
Make that pussy fart for the Ying Yang Twins
Sixteen bitches in thongs in one club
The home of the fifth rate bones and butts
Hornafy, can't deny, certified pro
On the poll upside down, this shit for real
Sixty-nine plenty time will pay a bill
At day she a clerk but night she turn stripper
You're not even dated, you're just tryin' to tip her
Shawty crunk on the floor wide open, speak so much
They call her Billy ocean, row like eighteen wheeler
That hoe find but this hoe killer
She leakin', she's soak and wet, she leakin', soak and wet
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker
Shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker
2.Naggin'
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson
Every now and then you get mad
Sometimes I make you sad
Make you want to say kiss my ass
I'm tired of listenin' to you naggin'
She talkin' to me like I'm dumb
I should have known
I should have left that bitch alone
But now I'm stuck with
She talkin' to me like I'm dumb
I should have known
I should have left that bitch alone
But now I'm stuck with naggin'
This is for my niggaz who'll be fuckin' 'round with them
feelin's
And you get your heart caught up in the mix
'Cause your love just a fuck what's up her dress and
Never paid attention 'cause you didn't think the girl would
start trippin'
Shawty flip the scripted, start sayin' all type of shit out of
her lips
And let me tell you what I can't stand
When a women play the role of a man
Talkin' to a nigga like you got to hold his hand
Treat me like a sped, like he lack to understand
I know you know I ain't gone go for the short jackin' all the
time
Talkin' to me out of line broad, truly you done lost your mind
You gone fuck round and get my some time
Every now and then you get mad
Sometimes I make you sad
Make you want to say kiss my ass
I'm tired of listenin' to your naggin'
She talkin' to me like I'm dumb
I should have known
I should have left that bitch alone
But now I'm stuck with
She talkin' to me like I'm dumb
I should have known
I should have left that bitch alone
But now I'm stuck with naggin'
A lil more grip a lil less lip
Before I pack my bag on you ass and dip
And a point of no return and you made it that way
Buy the shit that you say every motherfuckin' day
Hope you payin' attention 'cause I got to mention
Dissin' me in front of your friends
Tryin' to get a lil laugh in, your crack in
Then I wanna woop his ass then
Hide behind your fake ass grin with your fake ass friend
Used to them fake ass men
Really ain't no man but you like how he pretend
I'm goin' to keepin' sippin' my Hen and smokin' my herbs
And I'm goin' to need a lot of grill
'Cause of your naggin' girl
The way you talkin' absurd, gettin' on my nerves
All in my ear about to make me hit the curve
Every now and then you get mad
Sometimes I make you sad
Make you want to say kiss my ass
I'm tired of listenin' to your naggin'
She talkin' to me like I'm dumb
I should have known
I should have left that bitch alone
But now I'm stuck with
She talkin' to me like I'm dumb
I should have known
I should have left that bitch alone
But now I'm stuck with naggin'
One day I got shot by Cupid
This was when this relationship went stupid
We was talkin' on the phone too long
Now her ass isn't home
Tellin' me you out with your friends
Find out later on you with your other men
You ain't nothin' but a dividend
Say you suck and fuck but you ain't gettin' nothin'
That's a damn shame it ended like this
And I ain't got love for you bitch
Shoo fly don' bother me
Will I get back with her？ Probably
Then I thought about it I won't
Do I really want you？ I don't
The headache I really don't want
So I'm goin' to leave her alone
'Cause I can do bad on my own, that's why she gone
Every now and then you get mad
Sometimes I make you sad
Make you want to say kiss my ass
I'm tired listenin' to your naggin'
She talkin' to me like I'm dumb
I should have known
I should have left that bitch alone
But now I'm stuck with
She talkin' to me like I'm dumb
I should have known
I should have left that bitch alone
But now I'm stuck with naggin'
Naggin'
3.Grey Goose
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson
Y'all niggaz ain't crunk
Y'all niggaz don't bump
Y'all can't blow out the trunk
Y'all niggaz ain't crunk
Y'all niggaz ain't crunk
Y'all niggaz don't bump
Y'all can't blow out the trunk
Y'all niggaz ain't crunk
Y'all niggaz ain't crunk
If you don't give a fuck
Put yo middle fingaz up
Ain't no Kool-Aid in my cup
Gimme that Grey Goose, that Grey Goose
If you don't give a fuck
Put yo middle fingaz up
Ain't no Kool-Aid in my cup
Gimme that Grey Goose, that Grey Goose
This here for my alcoholics
What's that drink Grey Goose they call it
A big ol glass wit a bird on the bottle
A nigga wanna get more drunker so he swallow
Back up, buy two Coronas
You'll tell an ugly bitch in tha club you want her
Gonna drink mo liquor than a drunk, get crunk
'Til a nigga breath smell like skunk
Drankin' everyday like gasoline in the car
You can find me at the bar
Or the liquor store
To get some mo Grey Goose so I can wet my throat
Walk up in the store, Grey Goose right there
How much that is？ Let me get that there
Put yo middle finga up if you don't give a fuck
Tilt yo head back, now finish the cup
If you don't give a fuck
Put yo middle fingaz up
Ain't no Kool-Aid in my cup
Gimme that Grey Goose, that Grey Goose
If you don't give a fuck
Put yo middle fingaz up
Ain't no Kool-Aid in my cup
Gimme that Grey Goose, that Grey Goose
285 sip 75, 75, south on 75 to the turnpike
285 sip 75, 75, south on 75 to the turnpike
Take that trip to the bottom, bottom
Take that trip to the bottom, bottom
Just take that trip to the bottom, bottom
Take that trip to the bottom, bottom
Alcohol seepin' outta your pores
Smellin' like a liquor bearer steady talkin' to whores
Say that nigga so drunk, he'll fuck the floor
Fuck the floor, fuck the floor
When the day start a liquor in tank
That nigga can't get a bitch, it's like he ready to fight
But the goose got him loose so he don't give a fuck
He just whip it to the bar to get another cup
I drink Grey Goose, call me the ugly ducklin'
You ain't put in on this, you ain't drankin' nothin'
I drink by my goddamn self
Ima get drunk by my goddamn self
Turn up the bottle, drink it cowboy style
Sweatin' like a motherfucker buck ass wild
Put your middle finger up, if you don't give a fuck
Tilt ya head back, now finish the cup
If you don't give a fuck
Put yo middle fingaz up
Ain't no Kool-Aid in my cup
Gimme that Grey Goose, that Grey Goose
If you don't give a fuck
Put yo middle fingaz up
Ain't no Kool-Aid in my cup
Gimme that Grey Goose, that Grey Goose
G, gotta grab a bottle of that sheeit
R, right back at it with my click
E, everybody drunk then a motherfucker
Y, y'all stay drunk than a motherfucker
G, mean that ya gotta be grown
O, ya gotta put a cup on y'all
O, outrageously drunk
S, see I got somethin' in my cup
E, everybody gettin' fucked up
But buddy on tha floor torn up
Of that goose get ya loose
And known to fuck up a crew
Of that goose get ya loose
And known to fuck up a crew
If you give a fuck now
If you give a fuck now
If you don't give a fuck
Put yo middle fingaz up
Ain't no Kool-Aid in my cup
Gimme that Grey Goose, that Grey Goose
If you don't give a fuck
Put yo middle fingaz up
Ain't no Kool-Aid in my cup
Gimme that Grey Goose, that Grey Goose
That Grey Goose
That Grey Goose
That Grey Goose
...
4.Hanh!
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson
Ying Yang, we done done it again
And put it on the map like hahn
Put it on the map like hahn
Think we ain't crunk, they think we playing
All around the world is what they saying
Think we ain't crunk, they think we playing
All around the world is what they saying
Hahn, hahn, hahn, hahn
(Hahn, hahn, hahn, hahn)
Hahn, hahn, hahn, hahn
(Hahn, hahn, hahn, hahn)
Took a pen and a paper and we spit on some game
And flip the script and got the world start screaming our names
Ying Yang in this thang and it's evident
(You don't really like us nigga)
You irrelevant
We brought hands to the game and we taking over
Mind control 'em like a hypnotic potion
Puff of smoke 'em, nigga, we don't bluff, we rolls 'em
Curve ya stomach, you vomit on tha rollercoaster
We been around the globe, done seen the world
Now we still make jingles fo tha boyz and girlz
And they like when a nigga say hahn
(Hahn)
Play a nigga song like hahn
(Hahn)
'Cause we keep coming wit tha shit ya like
I say you goddamn right, you goddamn right
Niggaz stay crunk like hahn
(Hahn)
Nigga off the chain like hahn Kane bring it back now
(Hahn)
Niggaz in the club like
(Hahn)
Bitches in the club like
(Hahn)
We roll on dubs like
(Hahn)
We straight throw it up like
(Hahn)
Go slow like
(Hahn)
Hit tha flo like
(Hahn)
Ho, drop that shit to tha flo like
(Hahn)
Pop it till ya can't no mo like
(Hahn)
Say them boyz is out of control
(Hahn)
We gon' crank this bitch till it flow
Say hahn
(Hahn)
If you feel it motherfuckers say hahn
(Hahn)
If you don't give a fuck say hahn
(Hahn)
Ain't no Kool-Aid in yo cup say hahn
(Hahn)
Drank this motherfucker up like hahn
(Hahn)
We gon' have a ball and party like it's Mardi Gra
Even if ya on the wall just clap ya hands
Ying Yang in this thang like hahn
(Sucky, sucky, sucky)
(Sucky, sucky, sucky)
(Sucky, sucky, sucky)
We was on Soul Train screaming hahn
(Hahn)
On 106 'nd Park screaming hahn
(Hahn)
We was on Spring Bling screaming hahn
(Hahn)
We was on the basement screaming hahn
(Hahn)
When we in yo city, we gon' scream hahn
(Hahn)
When you ain't wit us we still gon' scream hahn
(Hahn)
All these years we gon' scream hahn
(Hahn)
Even next year we still gon' scream hahn
(Hahn)
When we take the description of the song
Just 'cuz we make it a jingle that don't mean it's a get along
See we make it like this, so you can learn it quicker
And find out why we concerned wit niggaz
The twins and we quicker a lil' nigga
We quicker to drug nigga
We jump up on a stage and kill a nigga
They wishing that the crowds would feel 'em nigga
The way me and my mans and them nigga
The way me and my mans and them nigga
The way me and my mans and them nigga
The way me and my mans and them nigga
Scream hahn
(Hahn)
Till you can't no more, after that start stomping da flo
Kinda like you got da Holy Ghost, get crunk, start doing ya
thang
Get up, start doing ya thang
(Hahn)
Think we ain't crunk, they think we playing
All around the world, is what they saying
Think we ain't crunk, they think we playing
All around the world, is what they saying
Hahn, hahn, hahn, hahn
(Hahn, hahn, hahn, hahn)
Hahn, hahn, hahn, hahn
(Hahn, hahn, hahn, hahn)
Ying Yang, we done done it again
Put it on da map like hahn
Think we ain't crunk, they think we playing
All around the world, is what they saying
Think we ain't crunk, they think we playing
All around the world, is what they saying
Hahn, hahn, hahn, hahn
(Hahn, hahn, hahn, hahn)
Hahn, hahn, hahn, hahn
(Hahn, hahn, hahn, hahn)
5.Naggin Pt.2 (The Answer)
What it is most us women we just good at what we do
but what yall needa remember is dont do what we do
you do what we tell you to do
c'mon
Every now and then you get mad.
You treat me bad and it makes me sad.
Always in the Street Chasin' A$$.
That's why a Bitch be naggin'.
When you get here I'll be gone.
I'll always known I shoulda left ya a$$ alone.
That's why a bitch be
This is for them Niggas who be swearin' they aint catchin' no
feelings.
Girls don't get ya self caught up in the mess.
Cuz half of them poppin'- the rest of them flex.
Yall.. better pay attention.
Flaw gone put yall up on a lil' pimpin'.
Listen. When they flip the script.
You charge it to the hip ＆ you take it to they whip.
Yea!
Ima tell you what I can't stand,
Is when I end up with a half a$$ man.
Gotta be like momma hold his hand.
I treat you like shit,
Cuz that's all you under stand.
All you care about is hoes ＆ and them clothes ＆ them shows.
Commin' home 3 and 4 every night.
Ain't got nan nother time,
Talkin' to me outta line,
When ya boys run you always wanna shine.
Yea.
Every now and then you get mad.
You treat me bad and it makes me sad.
Always in the Street Chasin' A$$.
That's why a Bitch be naggin'.
When you get here I'll be gone.
I'll always known I shoulda left ya a$$ alone.
That's why a bitch be
Get money, grip, keep ya jewels ＆ ya chick on the side.
In Ya club, w／ ya dubs, and ya chromed out ride.
In yo E, off ya go shit ,
If you wanna go jit, go get, go skit, muh-fuckin go for it.
You don't think I understand,
I ain't give up everything fo you to be playinn'.
Oh you think you slick when you tell me she only ya friend.
Damn right ima trip.
Nigga where you been.
Hold Up
What you talkin' bout throwin' them blows.
I got dem B's and dem blows,
What you want em all 4.
Cuz you use to them fake a$$ hoes.
Use to them broke a$$ lows, go down hoes.
I'll be goin' in on ya ends w／ 10's.
On ya dub.
So show ya girl love.
I'm all in ya ear.
Cuz you smoking on that herb, and you bout to hit the curb,
and you getting on my nerves.
Shut Up.
Every now and then you get mad.
You treat me bad and it makes me sad.
Always in the Street Chasin' A$$.
That's why a Bitch be naggin'.
When you get here I'll be gone.
I'll always know I shoulda left ya a$$ alone.
That's why a bitch be
Look now you know it all about your loot ＊n＊
Don't be gettin' mad at me and actin' stupid.
I ain't the one to be on the phone.
Ima hit tha streets,
I ain't stayin home alone nigga.
I'm Gone
Yea I'm wit another friend.
And he got dividens.
And he drive a BIG BLACK BENZ.
You ain't lookin' ＆ stickin' ＆ suckin' up on nothing.
We ain't all that
Huh
Stop Frontin'.
Now it's a damn shame you'z a mini-mi TRICK.
Ain't never hand no love for no Bitch.
Niggas cuz they hoes to me.
I'm only wit you because I chose to be.
But now I'm on my way up out tha door.
Do I wanna think about it？
Hell No
You Shoulda thought about it before.
I gotta leave you alone.
And Ima take everything in the home,
But the dog and the bone.
Biotch
Every now and then you get mad.
You treat me bad and it makes me sad.
Always in the Street Chasin' A$$.
That's why a Bitch be naggin'.
When you get here I'll be gone.
I'll always know I shoulda left ya a$$ alone.
That's why a bitch be(Nag)
Nag that BIOTCH, C'mon'
(Nag)
6.What's Happ'nin'!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
Half step pussy ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one wit' me？
I got my big gun wit' me don't feel like doofin' I feel like
shootin' FOOL!
And I don't like your atitude
You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do
Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth
Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come out
Ol' bitch ass, hold another nigga dick ass, BITCH ASS, NIGGA!
Keep lookin' at a nigga like you gonna tell somethin'
I'll fuck around and, kill ya!
So now that you set you ready, YO!
If this shit get silly I'm lettin' it go
First scrito in the front seat
You ever come my way, it's gon' be gunplay
HEEEYYY.. I ride wit' a AK, get high and spit five out the AK
Ok, let a nigga play and watch T-Double-D knock ya ass of the
free seat
All my Dade County Chevy boys, who drive candy toys and tolt
guns galore
And treat the Hummer like a Tonka toy
Got shit you niggaz ain't seen before
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
Ying Yang and the T-Double-D
We, in this motherfucker crunk in this motherfucker
And our niggaz wit' a Miami boy
And I still like to play wit' my Tonka toy
I'm a Toys R Us kid, yes I is
You can't be serious, yes I is
You think I'm playin' than ask my brother
You still don't believe me than ask my mother
Because I love my gun, I play wit' my gun
Have fun wit' my gun, have sex wit' my gun
And I don't put a motherfucker out for fun
'Cause I ain't funna' get ya ass tryin' to run
I'ma bust one time, bust two times
And the third time yo' ass is mine
Go down for the count, 'He can't get up!'
DAMN! he fell and he can't get up!
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
You a soft mo'fucka, kind of gay mo'fucka
If you mad 'cause you like you never had mo'fucka
Fuck yo' ass mo'fucka, that's the past mo'fucka
And I know the fact make ya mad mo'fucka
It iiiss.. what I thought nigga think it ain't
For reeeaall... you lame and we off the chain
And the T-Double-D, we bolo
FUCK hoes niggaz ride by my Dolo
Get the keys to my car, and I jump in
Hit the Liquor store, buy my Cigars and 'gen
Get drunk and I'm off in the wind
Lookin' for a itty bitty pretty that could hold a sin
We smokin', and ridin'
Don't tell nobody be quiet
Might cut it lil' butt it
Can't let this shit get done
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'？ (WHAT？!)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, 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, beatin' ass
Collipark Music Incorperated
This that next level right here, it's that crunk party
All these niggaz doin' crunk music, we crunk party nigga
Be original wit' it, Hey man who really run the south？
7.Me ＆ My Brother
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Brian
Anthony Tealer
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a mother' fucka'
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a motherfucka
I'm gonna stand up and protest protest, my nerves is bad
And say I gave a wedding ring to a plastic bag
Feel it bug the size of many Christmas trees
This must be a jolly green tree for me
Give me that, no sticks or seeds preferred
I need herb the shit that have your sight in a blur
Make you swerve to the curve, 'cause your eyes are blurry
You see 12 on the right you bust a left in a hurry
We ridin' and drankin' rollin' blunts and smokin'
The car fogged up 'cause there ain't no windows open
The bass beatin' the block down
They know when we rollin around
Leanin' to the side cool and ridin' threw the 'A' town
Holla at the kid fo' gotta score some high dro
We bound hurt cats roll blunts like ball bats
And drankin' is a most do if you drankin' the I got you
I got some orange juice and gray goose so pour you a cup
Till your head to the back and get fucked up
Pass the weesha baby sittin' now smoke too let me hit it
Puff puff puff pass with your hoggin' ass
Roll another blunt with your selfish ass
And give me ten dollars 'cause I'm low on gas
We gotta hit the motherfuckin' gas station
'Cuz I ain't with pushin' this big ass motherfuckin' car man
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a mother' fucka'
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a motherfucka
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a mother' fucka'
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a motherfucka
We be smokin' hella weed, my brother and me
For whacha see on TV by my brother and me
We gon rise like the sun my brother and me
We be gettin' hella drunk my brother and me
And shawty I'm on the counters my brother and me
So shawty watch what you do around my brother and me
And shawty you will be cool around my brother and me
'Cause shawty you don't want trouble wit my brother and me
Put the swishin' in, Put the weed in
D Roc get the gin, I'm gon bring the hen
We don't give a fuck, we get fucked up
Nigga throw up from the floor
'Bout the throw up gotta hold the wall
Overload off the weed and alcohol
So homey may concern he drank let it burn
And if it ain't your turn move your hand
Matter fact did you put in on this man
You sure got dem did all that reachin' and shit
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a mother' fucka'
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a motherfucka
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a mother' fucka'
Who we is？ Ying Yang Twins, what's are names？
D Roc and Kaine
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a motherfucka
I got your back nigga, I got your back nigga
If anybody fuck wit you, then they gotta fuck with me nigga
Nigga better hold that tone, lookin' great bat less grown？
Tryin' to get my grind on, nigga wanna get his shine on
What you think lyin' homes, we runnin' out of time homes
Crack bags and burg rags and triple gold with a backbone
Lookin' for them freak hoes, in the street clothes
With a thick truck 'A' town 'A' town 'A' town where we from
Tell them how we gon come, don't rush it nigga
We gone drop a bomb, bomb rush em nigga
We gone drop a bomb, bomb rush em nigga
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a mother' fucka'
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a motherfucka
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a mother' fucka'
See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a motherfucka
8.Georgia Dome (Get Low Sequel)
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Shorty so drunk, she comin' out her clothes
Dick so big got it caught in her throat
Do it hurt？ Yeah
Do it hurt？ Hell yeah
One and two that's what you get
When you let a nigga lick that clit
Do you like it？ Yeah
Wanna a nigga to bite it？ Hell yeah
From the ceilin', from the ceilin', to the flo', to the flo'
Till that ho don't want no mo', no mo'
That bitch betta have my dough, my dough
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it
Lick it, lick it, lick it
Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it
Lick it, lick it, lick it
Niggas, I'ma tell ya, you can't trust a bitch
Far as you can smell 'em
You betta lick that stamp and mail 'em
Back over there to that other fella
I care less, like I s'posed to
Always gotta stay fresh, like I told you
Don't tolerate that stress, like I told you
I punch a bitch in the breast, in the chest？ Nigga, yes
I caught up with this ho she sucked my dick behind the sto'
And I spit all in her throat, then a nigga had to go
I had to roll, then I'm lookin' for another headhogger
Georgia Dome, put your mouth on the dick, give me Georgia Dome
I love pussy, pussy is good but it always bleeds
When the time of the month come
Bitch it's your weakness
Shorty so drunk, she comin' out her clothes
Dick so big got it caught in her throat
Do it hurt？ Yeah
Do it hurt？ Hell yeah
One and two that's what you get
When you let a nigga lick that clit
Do you like it？ Yeah
Wanna a nigga to bite it？ Hell yeah
From the ceilin', from the ceilin', to the flo', to the flo'
Till that ho don't want no mo', no mo'
That bitch betta have my dough, my dough
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it
Lick it, lick it, lick it
Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it
Lick it, lick it, lick it
Fuck nigga, that's enough said
See a bitch is only good for a duckhead cracker
U S D Grade A pure jaw jacker
Low self-esteem nigga came out mack her
Bring her to the world like a low-down nigga
She the bomb, you gotta pass a ho 'round nigga
Here she come and all boxers fall
Shorty gon' play with the balls
Bitch please, I'm hotter than four-hundred degrees
Only time you use yo' mouth is when you get on your knees
So don't speak you shouldn't be sayin' nothin' at all
'Cause it's hard to talk when a mouthful of dick and balls
So put it in your mouth and blow
Put it deep down in your throat
Nigga like me don't want to hear that shit
So do what the fuck you been told
Shorty so drunk, she comin' out her clothes
Dick so big got it caught in her throat
Do it hurt？ Yeah
Do it hurt？ Hell yeah
One and two that's what you get
When you let a nigga lick that clit
Do you like it？ Yeah
Wanna a nigga to bite it？ Hell yeah
From the ceilin', from the ceilin', to the flo', to the flo'
Till that ho don't want no mo', no mo'
That bitch betta have my dough, my dough
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it
Lick it, lick it, lick it
Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it
Lick it, lick it, lick it
I smoke by myself, I drink by myself
I fuck these hoes by my goddamn self
You smoke by yourself, you drink by yourself
You fuck these niggas by your goddamn self
I don't forget about them women that love to get ate out
You'll be eatin' Red Lobster she'll suck it out
That's a four-course meal for a nigga like me
I'ma starve 'cause I ain't gon' eat
Now I don't eat nothin' that get up and walk away
Somethin' I got look at face-to-face
I say, 'Ew, that's nasty
Nigga if you wanna eat it, you can have it'
Shorty so drunk, she comin' out her clothes
Dick so big got it caught in her throat
Do it hurt？ Yeah
Do it hurt？ Hell yeah
One and two that's what you get
When you let a nigga lick that clit
Do you like it？ Yeah
Wanna a nigga to bite it？ Hell yeah
From the ceilin', from the ceilin', to the flo', to the flo'
Till that ho don't want no mo', no mo'
That bitch betta have my dough, my dough
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it
Lick it, lick it, lick it
Lick it, lick it, lick it, lick it
Lick it, lick it, lick it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
All them fellas and all them females
That love gettin' head
We call it Georgia Dome in Atlanta where we from
You see what I'm talkin' 'bout？
Can I get some Georgia Dome？
Can I get some Georgia Dome？
Can I get some Georgia Dome？
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it, suck it
Suck it, suck it, suck it
9.Them Braves
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms
Ahh shit, y'all know what the sound of that is
Thats the sound of them braves
Them Atlanta niggas in this bitch once again
It's the mother fuckin' Ying Yang Twins
And it's a new year nigga
And you know it's your dawg beatin' ass formally known as DJ
Smurf
And since it is a new day for us
I want y'all to get to know these niggas personally
I know y'all know the twins as a group
But y'all don't know them niggas individually
So right about now I'ma put y'all
Up on what the deal is right now
First up, you got this nigga D Roc
This nigga stay drunk 20 outa 24 hours of the day
This niggas might fall out the mouth
And say anything to ya
So if your a sensitive ass bitch or a sensitive ass nigga
Don't come round this nigga 'cause this nigga
Slick out the mouth
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Next off we got this nigga Kaine
Little short grouchy motherfucka'
This nigga smoke more than a lil' bit
You know what I'm sayin'
This nigga aint full of bullshit
So if you around this nigga with that stupid shit
He gon' get you up off him
Ya know what I'm sayin'
So right about now with out further do
I wanna bring y'all up into our world
This is the Me and My brother MIP
Ya know what I'm sayin'
Y'all gon' get to know these niggas for real
You gon' respect this pimpin' nigga
ATL in this bitch, Colipark record
Ying Yang Twins beatin' ass
Oh my God, it's goin' down nigga
So check this shit out right here, yeah
10.The Nerve Calmer
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Eric Von Jr Jackson
The nerve calmer
The nerve calmer
The nerve calmer
The nerve calmer
The nerve calmer
I'm kinda antsy in my mothafuckin' pants
The average bro might not understand, bitch I'm a man
And I mean it from the heart
I just hate it when you make your lips part
All you do is, nag, nag, nag
Make a nigga, mad, mad, mad
Gotta smoke me a, bag, bag, bag
To keep from kickin yo', ass, ass, ass
I need mo' weed
Just to smoke, so I can calm my nerves
Say I need, mo' weed
Just to smoke, so I can calm my nerves, yeah
The nerve calmer
The nerve calmer
The nerve calmer
The nerve calmer
The nerve calmer, yup
11.Hard feat K.T.
Lyricist：Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, K Taylor, D. Williams
Do you know your ABC's？
If you do, won't you sing with me？
Do you know your ABC's？
If you do, won't you sing with me？
A's for apple, B's for ball
Me and C the shocker at the mall
D came over in that, E class Benz
F started fightin' and wanna be friends
G said, 'Man, do you believe in God？'
12.What The Fuck! feat Bone Crusher ＆ Killer Mike
Lyricist：Michael Crooms, Wayne Hardnett, Deongelo Holmes, Eric
Jackson, Michael Render
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
(Yay)
I'ma call Bone Crusher, I'ma call that boy Killer Mike
They gon' be at the club
What？ What？ What？
What the fuck goin' on in the club？
(In the club)
What the fuck goin' on in the goddamn club？
(In the club)
What the fuck goin' on in the goddamn club？
(In the club)
What's about bitch？ What's about？
(What's about bitch？)
What's about bitch？ What's about？
(What's about bitch？)
What's about bitch？ What's about？
(What's about bitch？)
Nigga's comin' to the club, deep flow
Swerving lanes on 23 MJ's no more broad change, security
They known for bustin' heads, man, I ain't ever scared
I'll take a bottle to his head, I'm a live, nigga
I'll leave a pussy nigga dead
Hoodrats got ass but college girls got head
And I'm gon' take picture, think about what I just saidv
And it's official me and my nigga's takin' pictures
And mo money, mo hoes, mo bottles in the picture
Drunk nigga talk shit, more problems then you can picture
We all got bottles, we deadly with spinners
At least five nigga's strapped up with they Winerbery's nigga
We all got pockets full of green, smoking Broccoli
Down here we drink cool water, clipse and Hypnotic
Down here we like our rims, spinnin' and choppin
And the girl down to the flo' drop droppin' pussy poppin'
What the fuck goin' on in the club？
(In the club)
What the fuck goin' on in the goddamn club？
(In the club)
What the fuck goin' on in the goddamn club？
(In the club)
What's about bitch？ What's about？
(What's about bitch？)
What's about bitch？ What's about？
(What's about bitch？)
What's about bitch？ What's about？
(What's about bitch？)
I hold off yo nigga like whoa
I put these bricks to his face like whoa
Ain't nobody scared nigga because hustle to hustler
If you want rumble nigger tussle to tussler
Bitch boi you ain't hard I see you runnin'
So what you talkin' 'bout nigga like I'm hard, I'm drummin'
You got me, eh, don't let these 16 shots get atcha
(Blah)
Because underachiever is soon believer don't
13.Calling All Zones
You got a one way ticket to hell,
Smack dab in the middle of the ATL,
And aww, I don't wanna hustle no more but the streets wont let
me go,
All my niggas say,
Zone 1 (right here), Zone 2 (right here), Zone 3 Zone 4 (right
here), Zone 5 and 6, but that's it.
For a nigga with a dream,
Atlanta is the city,
And they make it so seem,
But ride through the city,
And The Streets ain't clean,
All I see is drug deals, big wheels and feinds,
But any way they took East Atlanta back,(？)
Throw Atlanta Down,
Turned little Vietnam to a white folks town,
And for, I forget to say you should have been fixture streets by
MLK,
I ain't talking about the dope,
In talking about the raggedy road,
Niggas crack they rims riding over potholes,
But that's how it goes,
When you stuck fuck outta luck and lost in the ghetto's.
They talking ATL, Atlanta Georgia,
We the shit,
We talking Holy Field you know that nigga named Michael Vick
They called me mama boy but now they call me drummer boy,
They talking jet skis, I had that shit last summer boy,
Charles is gone, Cher is show case,
5 5 9 night life (they had it going on),
Back then Shawty D was gone,
Flat heat right here was on,
They put me on the song back then we all got along, ain't had no
switch game
Atlanta just wont be the same,
Hit Man, Sammy Sam, DJ Smurf and Ying Yang,
I know when kids rocking(？) used to beat the block, I lived in a
little house boy,
And the block party would never stop, I remember when G-Lyfe was
when I had that little jelly bean,
I remember them East 30 Cadillacs and
Cut Supreme,(？) I built the school and shot Marvin that's what I
did,
I remember the curfues what we used to get(？).
A parking lot Alley niggas thinkin again,
When you speaking bout' Atlanta mention Ying Yang Twins,
There born and raised,
God done made it hard for us,
Cause y'all outta towners came here and fucked shit up,
But y'all cant fuck with us, cause as soon as shit start going
on you leave Atlanta and go right back home,
And that's the pussy mother fucker,
Ya heard me motherfucker, bring off in there mouth (？) ATL-ANTA,
Stop asking me cause that why I stay, if you can spell,
That's Atlant motherfucker, ya heard me mother fucker,
So don't ask me again,
Cause I ain't saying it again,
Let me ask you do you remember jelly bean Cherri Show Case Club
sense in the game,
Lemme tell you about some ghettos,
Inglewood East Lameadows(？) ATL.
14.Armageddon
Yeah,this is the ying yang and we won't to let
U know that every 1000 years some'em happen 999
Years done passed we came to last ahh.
(chorus)
Its the mutha fucking year of the so let us do our thing yang
bring pain D-roc and kane what's up man (we just
Want alittle wrestling)its the mutha fucking year of the ying
So let us do our thing yang bring pain D-roc and kane
What's up man.
(verse 1)
Ooh.....armageddon what armageddon what armageddon what
Armageddon incoming see it's ying yang and we a hazzard
We gone get buck enough and get ready for war cuz we hasta
Its a disaster cuz them basters they know what slap a h
Jack a h crack a h forehead
15.Georgia Dome
Ying Yang Twins
Me and My Brother
Georgia Dome
aw yea dats it right therre
oo ah oo ah oo ah oo ah
Jagajagajagajaga jagagajaga jaga (here we go)
(Chorus)
Shorty so crunk she comin out her clothes
dick so big got caught in her throat
do it hurt？ (YEA)
do it hurt？ (HELL YEA)
One nuts two nuts what you get
when u let a nigga lick that clit
do u like it？ (YEA)
want a nigga to bite it？ (HELL YEA)
From the ceiling (from the ceiling)
to the floor! (to the floor)
that ho dont want no mo'
dat bitch betta have my dough (dough？)
suck it suck it suck it suck it
suck it suck it suck it suck it
suck it suck it suck it suck it
suck it suck it suck it
lick it lick it lick it lick it
lick it lick it lick it lick it
lick it lick it lick it lick it lick it lick it
Niggas, i'mma tell ya
you cant trust a bitch 'fo you can smell 'em
Ya betta lick that stamp and mail 'em
back over there to the other fellas
I got this
always gotta stay fresh
cant tolerate that stress
I'll touch a bitch in the breast (in the chest？)
Get this ho she suck my dick behind the sto'
And i get it all in her throat
and a nigga had to go
I had to roll
I'm lookin for another head holla
Georgia Dome
Putcha mouth on the dick and be Georgia Dome
I love pussy
pussy is good but it always bleed come time (Bitch eat yo pussy)
(chorus)
Fuck nigga, thats enough said
see a bitch is only good for a drunk ass
USD grade A pure ＊something＊
Low self-esteem nigga
Cant out-nag her
Welcome to the world of the low-down nigga
(she da bommmbbb)
got it all around nigga
(here she commmmme)
And all bombs just fall
shorty gon play wit tha ball
Displease, I'm here 400 hundred degrees
The ＊something something something＊ is when you get on your
knees
So don't speak
you shouldn't be sayin' nothin at all
cause its hard to talk with a mouth full of dick and balls
so put it in your mouth and blow
put it deep down in your throat
Nigga like me don't wanna heal that shit so do what the fuck ya
been told
(chorus)
I smoke by myself
I drank by myself
I fuck these hoes by my god damn self
You smoke by yoself
you drank by yoself
you fuck these niggas by yo god damn self
I get up on them women that love to get 8-hour
If you eat real often she'll suck ya thing off
thats a full course meal for a nigga like me
I'mma starve cuz I ain't gonna eat
I don't eat nothin that get up and walk away
somethin I gotta look at face-to-face
I say Ewwwww das nasty
nigga if ya want to eat it you can have it
(chorus)
ooh ah ooh ah, ooh ah ooh ah, ooh ah ooh ah, ooh ah ooh ah, ooh
ah
suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it
suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it
Yeah Yeah Oh Oh
All them fellas, and all them females
dat hurt ya'll in the head
we bout to go Georgia Dome in Atlanta where we from
Georgia Dome
suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it suck it
suck it suck it
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