1.Wait (The Whisper Song)
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson
Hey how you doin' lil' mama？ Let me whisper in ya ear
Tell ya somethin' that ya might like to hear
Got a sexy ass body and ya ass look soft
Mind if I touch it to see if it's soft
Nah, I'm just playin' let's just say I can
And I'm known to be a real nasty man
And they say a closed mouth don't get paid
So I don't mind askin' fo' head
Ya heard what I said we need to make our way to the bed
You can start usin' ya head
Ya like to fuck, have ya legs open all in the buck
Do it up, slappin' ass, girl the sex get rough
Switch position and let the dick get down to business
Or you can see what you been missin'
You might had some, but you never had none like this
Just wait til' you see my dick
Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick
Wait til' you see my dick
Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick
I'ma beat that pussy up
Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick
Wait til' you see my dick
Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick
I'ma beat that pussy up
Like be-yum, be-yum, be-yum, be-yum
Be-yum, be-yum, be-yum, be-yum
Be-yum, be-yum, be-yum, be-yum
Be-yum, be-yum, be-yum, be-yum
Beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up
Beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up
Beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up
Beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up
You fine but I ain't gone sweat ya
See I wanna fuck, tell me what's up
Walk around the club with ya thumb in ya mouth
Put my dick in, take ya thumb out
That my be a lil' kosher to deal wit
Wet-vac hose chrome cut that don't spill shit
I keep a ho hot when I'm puttin' in work
Ya wanna skeet, skeet ya 'bout to get ya feelin's hurt
'Cause I beat that cat with a dog
And knock the walls off a broad til' she squall
Like yeah, it's on like that
But it depend on the swing of the baseball bat
For it to pitch on the count or make the plates fall back
On the floor she ain't stealin' 'cause she none so they crack
Crack, crack, fuck that bend over I'm a give ya smack back
Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick
Wait til' you see my dick
Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick
I'ma beat that pussy up
Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick
Wait til' you see my dick
Hey bitch, wait til' you see my dick
I'ma beat that pussy up
Like be-yum, be-yum, be-yum, be-yum
Be-yum, be-yum, be-yum, be-yum
Be-yum, be-yum, be-yum, be-yum
Be-yum, be-yum, be-yum, be-yum
Beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up
Beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up
Beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up
Beat the pussy up, beat the pussy up
2.Badd
Collipark,hannh
Chea!Yoh!
Mike Jones!Who？Mike Jones Jones!
hannnh...
holluh atchu boi baby, you killed it on this one man, uhuh chea!
We got Ying Yang Twins and Mike Jones in the house tonight!Yo yo
(all these piece)
Collipark and Swishahouse in this bitch,
check it out, yo yo,
I'm lookin for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist wit a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist wit a big behind
You want this money then you gotta be a
Badd bitch
shake that ass for a tip if you a
Badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a
Badd bitch
Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a
Badd bitch
I'm in the club, lookin' for a
Badd bitch
In parking lot, lookin' for a
Badd bitch
Everywhere i go i'm trying to find that
Badd bitch
You know me i got to keep me a
Badd bitch
Freak in the mornin', freak in the evenin'
I'm looking for a freak when i'm done block bleedin
Now take me to a house, tease me, then please me
And tell all friends how the dick made her sleepy, and beleive
me, when im in ther i'm beatin' it, givin' ya that Mike Jones'
treatment
I could tell by the way the walk she got it
Body so delit, you can tell when she drop it
I either gonna hit her imms beat ass tight
I've seen her walk by me, tell her it was time to
Let a playa like me get in that vigina
I'm lookin for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist wit a big behind
I need a dime thats top of the line Cute face slim waist wit a
big behind
You want this money then you gotta be a
Badd bitch
Shake that ass for a tip if you a
Badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a
Badd bitch
Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a
Badd bitch
She a ghetto ass bitch with ghetto ass game on the clud where
she workand she poppin' that thing
Said the bread keep her fed and the head at the bar
She could never breathe on a nigga dick made em come,
Come one!(Come one!) Come all!(Come on all!) where them hoes
like to get buckin bald
And can't take off they draws
Ain't standin' now nigga naw i love the way she dance, she look
like she fuckin' herself
Shawty do a number just touching herself
Freaky ways she can shake ass for days then kick it in
sixty-nine differents ways
Jump onstage she get paid she goes off
You got enough money she taking the clothes off look at that, i
though i taw a puttycat
I did I did
I did taw a puttycat
I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist wit a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind
You want this money so you gotta be a
Badd bitch
Shake that ass for the tip if you a
Badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a
Badd bitch
Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a
Badd bitch
Bitch move, like you got somethin' to prove
Keep runnin' you dick sucka who gonna lose？
I dont wanna hear 'bout your motherfuckin' blues
I'd rather see your ass clap clap in them shoes
Like
B-am B-am B-am B-am
Wham Wham
I thought i taw a puttytat
Shorty gettin' crunk not gettin' old
Love it when she take her clothes off
And she love smokin' weed
And she getting hella freaky on the exstacy
Do her her dance for me song after song
Shawty won't stop she goin' all night long
Now that's a girl who know what she and like
she a schoolgirl by day and a strippre by night
I'm lookin for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist wit a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind
You want this money then you gotta be a
Badd bitch
shake that ass for the tip if you a
badd bitch
drop it down to the floor if you a
Badd bitch
Aww no she ain't no hoe, she just a
Badd bitch
3.Shake
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, George
Kranz, Armando Perez, Pjarro Scott
Shake shake, just shake shake
Just shake shake
Just shake, chica shake shake
Shake shake, just shake shake
Just shake shake
Just shake, chica shake shake
Mentirosa, mentirosa
Mentirosa, mentirosa
Mentirosa, mentirosa
Dale huevo, dale huevo
Up in the club, fuck VIP
P to the I, I to the T
Ying to the Yang up in this thang
D to the roc, my nigga Kaine
Up in the cut, pouring it up
Rolling it up, holding it up
Ain't her ass swollen or what？
Yes sir, yes sir
Oh we gonna take it back like thieves and foes
Nasty as I wanna be that makes me 2 live for your crew
Hoe, get down get low
I'm crossin' these mammas like tic tac toe
Let's ride let's go
Get loose get crunk, get drunk get blown
That's right let's roll
MIA ATL fo sho
Shake shake, just shake shake
Just shake shake
Just shake, chica shake shake
Shake shake, just shake shake
Just shake shake
Just shake, chica shake shake
Mentirosa, mentirosa
Mentirosa, mentirosa
Mentirosa, mentirosa
Dale huevo, dale huevo
That hoe's fine but but but but this one's a killa
That hoe's fine but but but but this one's a killa
That hoe's fine but but but but this one's a killa
That hoe's fine but but but but this one's a killa
All the lil mamas all around the world
Shake that ass if you a nasty girl
Back that ass up says Juvenile
Show a nigga some titties like Girls Gone Wild
Show a nigga some titties like Girls Gone Wild
Show a nigga some titties like Girls Gone Wild
Take off this strip of clothes, I wanna see you in the nude
You can keep on your high heel shoes
So follow me down the yellow brick road
Where niggaz go to see naked hoes
Shake that shit bitch
Have me off in the club with a hard ass dick
Then drop like this bitch
If you wanna make the money shawty work that shit
Put a hump in your back and lick it raw
To a 3 point stance put your fist up her ass
You must be on the Kanye work out plan
Like head, shoulders, knees, hoes
Shake shake, just shake shake
Just shake shake
Just shake, chica shake shake
Shake shake, just shake shake
Just shake shake
Just shake, chica shake shake
Mentirosa, mentirosa
Mentirosa, mentirosa
Mentirosa, mentirosa
Dale huevo, dale huevo
That hoe's fine but but but but this one's a killa
That hoe's fine but but but but this one's a killa
That hoe's fine but but but but this one's a killa
That hoe's fine but but but but this one's a killa
Take 'em out in they jeans, take 'em out all dressed
Is the realest two niggaz out the ATL
Yeah we break it down, betta shake a booty hoe
And the hoes in the club with the real tight clothes
One time for the gang with the Ying Yang tip
We already know we off the reel
Don't tolerate that talkin'
Bitch you can get the walkin'
Patron is what I'm groaking
The only way that we gonna talkin'
If your breath smells like mine
Girl I don't give a fuck â~cause you fine
I diss 'em fo I kiss 'em
I pack 'em fo I stack 'em
So while we in the club betta get these girls
'Cause on the streets there ain't no action
Shake shake, just shake shake
Just shake shake
Just shake, chica shake shake
Shake shake, just shake shake
Just shake shake
Just shake, chica shake shake
Mentirosa, mentirosa
Mentirosa, mentirosa
Mentirosa, mentirosa
Dale huevo, dale huevo
That hoe's fine but but but but this one's a killa
That hoe's fine but but but but this one's a killa
That hoe's fine but but but but this one's a killa
That hoe's fine but but but but this one's a killa
4.Bedroom Boom
Listen Baby, sometimes I kno I be playin
But set aside the bullshit, I'm a grown ass man
Wish ya'd understand that I love to fuck
Can I hit it from the back or put ya ass in a
Screamin' shorty what's up？
Are we fuckin' or what？
We ain't got nuthin' to discuss
I'm simply tryna bust nuts
The tempature's risin, we reachin the bed
Ya eyes begin to roll in the back of your head
Bangin headboards, the loud noise,
The sound of ya screamin
Turns me on cuz it's sounds like ya singin
Sayin my name constantly
Sayin daddy keep fuckin me
Hit it how you want it long as u keep lovin me
Put yo thang down, boom the bedroom do it right
And it just might be a long night, alright
Now be quiet,
You don't want them to hear us outside
Let me get on bottom while you ride
Bedroom Boom, (thats whats goin down tonight)
Bedroom Boom, (lemme do your body right)
My bed will be boomin for you (boom boom, boom boom)
Bedroom Boom, (all between the sheets baby)
Bedroom Boom, (I wanna drive you crazy)
My bed will we boomin for you
It feels like Heaven when were off in this room together
I can hear the music playin
Then I hear your voice sayin
Ooh daddy now just give it to me right there
Ooh baby, take a handful of my hair
Cuz you like it rough, cant get enough,
Cuz I'm the type of nigga
That's gon fill ya up, like a cup
And make this love thing overflow
I won't stop until your bodys tellin me so
Sheets gettin sticky from the strawberries and whipped cream
If these walls could talk
They would say this is one hell of a scene
Now your movin ya body just like a gymnast
From the bed to the dresser
All type of crazy shit
Faces tellin me stories
Bodies hot and so horny
Hittin it from the rear
Wanna whisper somethin in your ear
I'm gunna love you all night
I promise
Boom goes the bedroom behind closed doors
And the bedroom depends on how far things go
You move slow, i move fast
When ya off in that ass
But you hittin that muthafucka like everytime your last
Spread ya legs like a bald eagle, work that back
Move like a snake when you do that, that
Now be quiet,
You dont want them to hear us outside
Lemme get on bottom while you ride
You hotter than a iron or stove
Temptation got you outta control
You tremblin like you out in the cold
Screamin you cant take it no more
Beat the pussy so bad, we done fell on the floor
The clothes in the kitchen and in the garage
All this love is waitin for you
Like I'm El Debarge
See my dick stay hard and its gun stay cocked
And if a bitch fuck wit me she gettin her cherry popped
5.Pull My Hair
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson
Hey you, you know you been talking a lot of shit
Whisperin' in my ear
Makin' me feel all, hot and bothered and shit
Makin' a motherfucker horny
You say you could fuck？ Prove it
Look bitch, you done talked a whole lot of shit
But wait 'till ya see my dick
I ain't really for the talkin' game
You done came in the room and started handin' me thangs
First off with brain and I'm a beat the pussy up
Hit it from the back and beat the pussy up
Girl, why yo friend doin' all that runnin'？
Be yo ass still, long dick cummin'
Now ride on the dick like you were dancin' in the club
Now come up slow and just ride the head
Now drop down fast, put it all in the air
Now turn yo ass around, lemme hit it from behind
And put big dick inside ya
I'm a hit it from the back while I'm pullin' ya hair
You climbin' up the wall but I'm pullin' ya hair
Gettin' freaky than a mother fucker sweatin'
I'm all on you, you all on me
Fuckin' like dogs, me and shorty off of the walls
And I like it when she play with the balls
Shorty I ain't holdin' nothin' back at all
I ain't scared to put the mouth on the dick, she swallowed it
And she like it when a nigga be pullin' my hair
Talkin' nasty to her ass while I'm pullin' my hair
Now that I got you in the bed, I'm gon' pull yo hair
Snatch yo ass up by the head, I'm gon' pull yo hair
Pull my hair, pull it hard, pull my hair, pull it tight
Pull my hair, cum, baby, pull my hair
Fuck me, daddy, spank me, daddy
Fuck me, daddy, spank me, daddy
Fuck me, daddy, spank me, daddy, fuck me, shit
You like this, you wanna see what I have？
Ay bitch, I'm talkin' to you
So tell me, what you want me to do？
Look at here, drop down on all hoes like a dog
Now, I'm lookin' at yo ass, 'fo I hit it
That pussy from the back, I'm a get it
I'm walking over to you with the rubber
Yo ass in trouble, is it up high enough？
I done called yo butt, fucked you 'till you cried
You said I beat that pussy from back so much that I hurt yo side
Yo ass should of been built for the war,yes, fuck it
And if you don't want to wear yo tail
You need to put it in yo ass and tuck it
I will, just to get you in the bed
And now I'm gonna pull yo hair on yo head, pull it
Should've fuck with me, should've
If you ass could arrange it would've but ya put that down a side
That's how my dick got between yo thighs
Now that's alright, I got a ten foot pole that'll go in yo hole
Take yo soul mate nut come out yo nose, fall all on yo clothes
Now that I got you in the bed, I'm gon' pull yo hair
Snatch yo ass up by the head, I'm gon' pull yo hair
Pull my hair, pull it hard, pull my hair, pull it tight
Pull my hair, cum baby, pull my hair
Fuck me, daddy, spank me, daddy
Fuck me, daddy, spank me, daddy
Fuck me, daddy, spank me, daddy, fuck me, shit
Now that I got you in the bed, I'm gon' pull yo hair
Snatch yo ass up by the head, I'm gon' pull yo hair
6.Wait (The Whisper Song) (Remix)
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Melissa A Elliott, Deongelo Holmes,
Eric Jackson, Darryl Richardson Ii, Trevor Smith, M Wright
Remix, Free
Remix, Busa Bus
Missy, Lil Scrappy, let's go
Hey, shorty, I like the way you ass it up
I'm only whisperin' 'cuz I'm just tryin' to fuck
Ooh, go 'head, move that ass
Give a G a chance and let me clog the gap in ya pants
I can tell you a, freak, by the way that you dance
Yeah, a triple A man, I'm a grown man, you heard me？
You fuckin' with a grown man, hold your legs up, baby
Scream my name like a fan, you ain't got nutin' to say
Hold on, Lil Baby, it's okay
Some say I'm wrong for fuckin' a nigga' bitch
The same niggas that do the same shit
Suck my dick, quick, gettin' it rich quick
Take this good ass thuggin' and help the nice dick
I'm icey like Gucci, I'm bussin' a Uzi
Go on in the pussy, I don't fuck wit the booty
When I'm in the bed still carry my tooly
Do the Paris Hilton and make a porno movie
I'm groovy, like muthafuckin' Austin
Look at all the D bras and draws as I'm droppin'
This is the wait remix
This is the wait remix
Hey, girl
This is the wait remix
'Cuz you couldn't get enough
Like baam, baam, baam
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Yo, Free
Hey, how ya doing little dirty？ Let me whisper in ya ear
Tell ya some shyt you might like to hear
Got a nice little pussy and my ass poke out
Automatically, I can ride a dick, no doubt
I'm known for getting all the haters mad
I can go slow but go crazy fast, I give amazing head
Backside a lil' softer than a baby's ass, now that's wild soft
I'll let a rich nigga hit it on his golf course
I got a young dude open that was my fault
I let him see me in my bra and my boy shorts
Now, for the freaks in here, it's the remix
Puttin' down with the Ying Yang Twins
Last night I fell in love with an O.G.
He crept up on me and this was he told me, he said
This is the wait remix
This is the wait remix
Hey, girl
This is the wait remix
'Cuz you couldn't get enough
Like baam, baam, baam
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Bussa Buss, baby
Let me holla at ya, shorty
Before I put my cup on yo ass
You lookin' I could park my truck on yo ass
Shorty, you should go ahead and clap that shit
With yo big ass makin' me wanna slap that shit
You know what jump in my ride and let's slide
I'ma beat up the puddy and cook it with a fish filet fry
Now, it's time to make you open wide
Like ya dying to fuck, like you ain't got no pride
I love it hard, I take you and Alana outside
Fuck you off the edge of the bed landslide, dat's right
The way you freaky I wanna hangglide
All on your edge you tryin' to give me head in my ride
Wait, chill, quiet, let me finish tellin' you wat's goin' on,
okay？
The way you like to do it we can fuck to the song
And I'ma beat the pussy up till it's time to get gone
And before I can end, wat I was sayin'
She was tryin' to put me onto to her friend
I told her bring her, 'I'm warning you', I once that said
Wait til the both of you see my dick, ey girl
This is the wait remix
This is the wait remix
Hey, girl
This is the wait remix
'Cuz you couldn't get enough
Like baam, baam, baam
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
When I get up on the track I'ma talk a lot a shit
Been a around the world I been seen plenty dicks
Small ones, medium, grande, baby
One minute, two minute, no way, baby
Eat the nookie up or eat the cookie
I put the sugar on his tongue and that a shut 'em up
I take my clothes down like its goin' down, like a show down
Show him I can go for 12 rounds on the cold ground
Hey, nigga, let me slow it down
Like a striper on the pole I can role it round
Now, who that there wanna tear da nookie up？
You betta pull out ya cash and put more then 50 up
'Cuz this here chick ain't gonna let you beat it up
You betta pull out ya cash and more then 50 up
Wait till you taste my
Wait till you taste my
Wait till you taste my
Wait till you taste my
You gonna love this good stuff
7.Live Again
Lyricist：John Jacob Arnold, Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes,
John Michael Hurby, Eric Jackson, William Whedbee
I know what you go through
From me to you, I love you
From the nigga to the baller, never satisfied
So the money got you doing shit that'll fuck up your pride
You ain't a hoe, you just really trying to get by
Everyday looking up at the sky
Sometimes, shit get so hard
It really have you bothered
First you sigh then you cry
Up a whole puddle of water
Seem like this shit won't ever end
Merry go rounds to the whirlwinds
Waves turn to a hurricane
If you see joy, you got to see pain
Shit in the world ain't gonna ever change
Even when you die, it'll be the same
Now, you due to them circumstances
Jars aren't counted so you're forced to dance
Hoping and praying for a second chance
Just wanna put back on your pants
Walk out the club and throw up your hands
Tired of being disrespected by her man
Think this shit ain't right for you
Niggaz been yellin' all night for you
Got in your mind what's best for you
Walk up to the club owner, tell him you're through
She's stuck off in this little room
With nothing left to hold onto
Her life is in a little box
She's wondering will it ever stop
The life of a stripper
I'm so sick and I'm so tired
Of these clubs, I keep crying
Every night, I wipe my eyes
'Cause these years pass me by
I give up, I'm all in
My whole life is full of sin
This road is a dead end
I wanna live again
From the point when a child is
Torn from a mothers umbilical cord
No one really enforces that life is gonna be hard
Which is kinda left up to the teachers
But the teachers leave it up to the preachers
The preachers ain't fillin' the bleachers
It's the rappers, sad, ain't it？
It was this girl named Star, pretty fine little woman
Going to college, taking off her clothes for money
She gotta pay the rent, she got a little girl
Her baby daddy ain't shit, see what she dealin' with
But she gotta hold on
(Hold on)
Wanna leave the club alone
(It feels wrong)
She gotta pay the bills but in the meantime
She like fuck how she feel, living is real
So she back in the club again
Taking off her clothes again
Going to school, going to work, getting tiring
Lack of sleep but baby gotta eat
And these shoes on her feet
She got a test next week so she stressed
Ask God to give her a blessing
Send her in the right direction
Her parents died when she was eight years old
And after that, she felt like she was all alone
But she got her grandparents and they raised her well
Keep going to school, take care of yourself
Getting hard, going to school and work in the club
And at the same time looking for love
She can't keep skipping for an occupation
In a minute she'll be graduating
Make her wanna throw up her hands
Now, she only wanna live again
She's stuck off in this little room
With nothing left to hold onto
Her life is in a little box
She's wondering will it ever stop
The life of a stripper
I'm so sick and I'm so tired
Of these clubs, I keep crying
Every night, I wipe my eyes
'Cause these years pass me by
I give up, I'm all in
My whole life is full of sin
This road is a dead end
I wanna live again
She's stuck off in this little room
With nothing left to hold onto
Her life is in a little box
She's wondering will it ever stop
The life of a stripper
8.My Brother's Keeper
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Chris
James, Anwar Phillips, Tracy Sewell
They don't know how far back that we go
(We go)
From riding skates, to riding 24's
From off the block husttlin' to rockin' shows
We done seen many bumps in the road
But still we remain, still in the game
Never worry, about them haters, that will never change
And I put this on everything babe
I am my brother's keeper
Listen D-Roc, I know you don't think I care for ya
But at a drop of a dime I'll be there for ya
And anybody want to see us apart
We need to get rid of they a＊＊ man and that's from the heart
Pick 'em apart now that the Ying Yang Twins
Got some ends we seem to have plenty of friends
Excuse me then friend, let me borrow a stack
And when tomorrow comes don't ask me to borrow it back
If they can't do that they don't contribute to the answer
If I was Jo Jo dancer I would do the same thang
Not to let another man spark my flame
D-Roc is the Ying, Kaine is the yang
But without the both of us we ain't got a damn thang
It's me and my brother, my brother and me
All that you see on TV
They don't know how far back that we go
(We go)
From riding skates, to riding 24's
From off the block husttlin' to rockin' shows
We done seen many bumps in the road
But still we remain, still in the game
Never worry, about them haters, that will never change
And I put this on everything babe
I am my brother's keeper
United States of Atlanta, it's still me and my brother
We done been through a lot but still Kaine I love ya
Blood, sweat, and tears, good days and bad
From the time you make me laugh you made me mad
I still got cha back but I'ma take ya way back
When we was sufferin' just to get a nickel sack
Scraping up change trying to make 2 dollars or 3
To get some 99 cent hamburgers to eat
And then ride thorough Atlanta in yo raggedy car
Back then we was some underground superstars
And these last 5 years we done put work in
Now the whole world know of the Ying Yang Twins
Even though we don't spend time at home together
We hit the road and it's like we never left each other
Now thats love, I love you 'til the day that I leave
So it's still my brother and me
They don't know how far back that we go
(We go)
From riding skates, to riding 24's
From off the block husttlin' to rockin' shows
We done seen many bumps in the road
But still we remain, still in the game
Never worry, about them haters, that will never change
And I put this on everything babe
I am my brother's keeper
People of the world we must change our mind frame
And stay away from the con and mind games
It's hard to maintain and stay sane at the same time
Steady working hard but you barely gettin' by
Trying to make a line between stress and peace
And Satan always gettin' the best of me
My closest of kin, my best friend
Man we all in the struggle but you gotta remember I'm yo brother
Listen people you need to start helping yo brother
Helping yo sister, mama, daddy, children and all
Don't leave these babies out here all alone
They don't know what's going on, they don't know right from
wrong
So when you see yo brother give him a hug
And a shoulder to lean on and don't leave him out here on his
own
'Cause times gettin' hard these days
We at war amongst ourselves and we at war overseas brother
They don't know how far back that we go
(We go)
From riding skates, to riding 24's
From off the block husttlin' to rockin' shows
We done seen many bumps in the road
But still we remain, still in the game
Never worry, about them haters, that will never change
And I put this on everything babe
I am my brother's keeper
9.Fuck The Ying Yang Twins
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson
Hey, I went to school with them pussy ass niggas
They ain't worth shit
Man I remember when that nigga used to be ridin'
In that fucked up ass Pontiac
And that shit was goddamn sittin' outside
He had it posted up like that motherfucker was hard
That nigga ain't hard, that no hand ass nigga who he be runnin'
with
That nigga aint shit neither, he was up at South Side
Big Boi poppin' 'cause he made that Bankhead Bounce shit
I almost slapped his punk ass one day in the lunch room
Then, goddamn I seen goddamn Eric's crippled ass
Walking down the street
Talkin' 'bout he need a ride, what kinda nigga need a ride？
They made whistle while you twurk and that's functionin'
Ain't these some hatin' ass niggas？
Now look at this shit
I asked that nigga to run me up the street
When he got that goddamn Impala
He said, 'Nah', now that was some fucked up ass shit
Them ol' pussy ass niggas can suck my dick
A cold back motherfucker from the 6 zone
The same crippled motherfucker got picked on
Now I ain't never even really have shit, holmes
But a hard time and coal in my spit, holmes
Now I started rockin' shit that I wasn't with, holmes
Made some niggas label me a bitch, holmes
The only plan is im bout to get rich, holmes
If u don't like what I'm sayin', suck my dick, holmes
Poppin' pills 'til niggas droppin' and fallin' off the fuckin'
block
Some niggas doin' good and some niggas on crack rocks
Some of these niggas make a betta livin' in the game
Some of these niggas may even try but it seems they can't
'Cause when they come down, they see this shit get hard
I know you try to be a man but that shit get hard
If you got it on your chest nigga speak your mind
In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine, nah
I remember when that nigga D-roc's mama used to be candy lady
That nigga had to go come strait home from school
And could never go outside and play that lil' punk ass boy
I always told him he wasn't never gon' blow up in this shit
But he still wanna be in this shit
And he start runnin' with goddamn Kain
Like they were really gon' blow up bein' the Ying Yang Twins
Them ol' punk ass niggas
Bustas hustlas, nothin' else but bustas
Clustlas on a nigga pinky make 'em mug us
Grills, my squad conceal upon here
Klips, they gats conceal upon here
Off the river deep down with crip then be quiet
Known from the east to the fuckin' west side
Nigga down to ride 'cause I'm soldierfied
Never swallow my pride if you be chappin' my hide
Look nigga I'm gon' run your bone and try to get with
To put this shit in, now he shaken like a bitch
Fuck that shit, a nigga say he tryin' to sound like me
So I'm gon' bust you in the lip and then we stoppin' the freak
Now you're at a low of words 'cause the cat
Got your tongue with the gat, got your mouth wide open
So who wanna, 'Oh you think your The Don？'
That ain't so, now this real nigga done stepped in to let you
fuckin' know
Hey, you remember that nigga Eric used to be walkin' tall
He walkin' tall, god he got 'em beat, he got them golds
He think his pockets swole
Them niggas still ain't got it goin' on
He walkin' around Capital Homes like a lil' punk ass boy
I used to give him his way all the time, he just loved talkin'
shit
Now he think he walkin' tall
'Cause he goddamn made, 'Whistle While You Twurk'
Middle of the road ah, watch out for them rollas
Pimpin Glock, totas, thick like soldiers
If ya'll aint ready, ya'll gon' get it
You bitch ass niggas can't really fuck with it
Better watch out for them boys, steady creaping up on the map
Wherever I stop and rest, best believe I'm gon' to snap
We c'mon up with nothin' but hits now them niggas wanna hate us
We already on the top of that shit so them niggas can't break us
Drop you like a tree, sting you like a bee
You make me mad now I'm knockin' out your fuckin' teeth
We can take it to the streets, if you ready then its on
Beat you like your daddy then send your ass on
A dead man walkin', a deaf nigga listenin'
A blind nigga lookin', a crippled nigga flippin'
No leg nigga runnin', a no hand nigga slap ya
That's some fucked up shit if no hand nigga slap ya
That nigga must be tellin' the truth 'cause he a no hand ass
motherfucker
Tried to slap me with that motherfucker but he missed
I already knew that motherfucker wasn't shit when he first said
that shit
That ol' punk ass boy
And then when that goddamn car Eric had broke down
Comin' down the street
That mother fucker just fell
That was some funny ass shit boy
Yeah, and then when we ran that punk ass nigga out from South
Side？
And goddamn he ran straight up to his crib in the complete other
alley
How come this motherfucker hadn't learned yet
That was some fucked up ass shit, it was funny though
It was funny to me 'cause this motherfucker think this other
nigga
Gonna help him
And everybody started turnin' their back on him
I already knew he wasn't shit and he never gon' be shit
And he 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 mouth, but they ain't shit
They ain't shit, they ain't 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 mouth, but they ain't shit
They ain't shit, they ain't 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 mouth, but they ain't shit
They ain't shit, they ain't shit
Fuck the Ying Yang Twins
10.Ghetto Classics
Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Anne Dudley, Deongelo Holmes, Trevor
Charles Horn, Eric Jackson, Jonathan Jeczalik, Gary Langan, Paul
Morley
War, we at war, we at war
We at war, we at
Gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle
Gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle
Let's get this motherfucker back crunk
This is gonna be me and my niggas
We're holdin' triggers in our back bump
To take back what we once had
We don't give a damn about the enemies
Send they out to Baghdad
They put a nigga on the front line
But when it come to gettin' ahead
They put ya way behind
And they supports in minimum wage
They don't give a choice to niggas
They thinkin' we still slaves
Every nigga's got some thug in him
Every nigga's got some love in him
Every nigga's got a grudge in him
Every nigga's got a mug in him
And every nigga busts a slug in him
Now like a cat, bitch, we'll skin 'em
Y'all niggas ain't holdin' my venom
Check yourself, I'ma drop your ass off, bitch
As soon as I loosen my motherfuckin' belt
One for the money, two for the thugs
Three for the projects, four for the love
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like
Ooh, them ghetto classics ghetto, ghetto classics, ghetto
Them ghetto classics, ghetto, ghetto classics
Time for us to find just a little piece of mind
Talkin' 'bout them ghetto classics, ghetto, ghetto classics
We just black people gone and lost our mind
We just really trying to draw the line
Open up our eyes, before we get left behind
Let me tell you something about hard times
Before we used to walk, before we had life in the dry
And 911 wasn't known outside
We didn't know how to read, we didn't know how to write
All we did was sing all day and all night
Then when they let us start learning, you all lose y'all mind
And y'all forgot about the earlier times
When Martin Luther King had a dream
That one day we'd walk together, we really need to get it
together
Kids stay in school, learn all you can
Graduate, go to college, get knowledge
Then we shall overcome, yes, we can, we
In the urge of faith we can demand it for real
One for the money, two for the thugs
Three for the projects, four for the love
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like
Ooh, them ghetto classics ghetto, ghetto classics, ghetto
Them ghetto classics, ghetto, ghetto classics
Time for us to find just a little piece of mind
Talkin' 'bout them ghetto classics, ghetto, ghetto classics
One, two, three, four
What the hell are we fighting for？
Passing off, relationship's done what spore
That's why they got the door
More time, hoot hoot, aim aim, shoot shoot
Ain't nothing but the young kids, they recruit
It's a wonder they don't come home in they suit
I took away some time
Thinkin' how I could, should, would be
If everybody in the world was free
No crime, nobody doing wrong
Everybody getting along but when I step into reality
This world is sore and that's why we at war
Killin' ourselves over bullshit that we valued more than life
Y'all people better to get right, 'cause
One for the money, two for the thugs
Three for the projects, four for the love
And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like
Ooh, them ghetto classics, ghetto, ghetto classics, ghetto
Them ghetto classics, ghetto, ghetto classics
Time for us to find just a little piece of mind
Talkin' 'bout them ghetto classics, ghetto, ghetto classics
11.All Good Things (Intro)
Lyricist：Eric Jackson
All good things
May come to an end
All bad things
Can't wait to begin
All good things
May come to an end
All bad things
Can't wait to begin
Which shall make you laugh
It shall make you cry
Wet can't leave the ground
Shall not greet the sky
Which shall make you laugh
It shall make you cry
Wet can't leave the ground
Shall not greet the sky
12.Long Time
Girl, Me and the Lods been friends for a mighty long time
(such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time)
And girl, the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind
(Well oh oh..)
Up in the street and misguided never payed attention
So I got my soul devine, player's soul decided
to let my soul confide with the lights of him
Who the father, my bread and my water
I never bought a cue and into this (？)
Down in my world are you going let you hypocrits
It'll take your life to be a Christian man
I hope you learn, everything else
Is in vein so you're bound to burn
Gonna break your bone
I'm in a war don't let this life game over-rule
Trying take control of you
That's all the devil do
God was in Jesus, God is in us
But God ain't in the barrel of that pistol that you bust
You can play this game wrong, you gotta take it how it goes,
Is there ever a feeling for living if the body's gone
I never understood why what can make a man cry,
It can make a man strong when nobody's on his side
Girl, (girl) Me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long
time
(such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time)
And girl, the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind
(Never crossed my mind, never crossed my mind, oooh)
(Well oh oh..)
Back and forth, night and day, you repeat the same scene
Standing at the pool a bit, time to repent again
Mostly men have a gun just put that down on circle purpose
When the poo of the world, got me standin by the circle
Agitate you, yes it does, this is what you though was love
Only name, same to be lust, mixed emotions make you wanna bust
Mamma tryin, children cryin, dad outta work, welfare lying
Prejudice, always see, the bottom of the barrel
Falling down on my knees, heavenly father, here we go on knowing
That we get to heaven, there's gonna be some open arms,
But I didn't live the party, but I thank that my heart beat,
Gotta make me, oh sure Jesus I don't know if there's a hell,
But I know I've whitnessed hell here, all I do is dwell here
Trying not to trail here, saying too much will get you knocked
off or locked up in jail here
Tell me do you smell fear, knowing that we so near,
Trying to take the voices of the truth, out the youth ear,
And if you late a time frame, you play all kind of mind games,
I ain't put my life on the line for a damn thing
Girl, Me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time
(such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time)
And Girl, (I don't really wanna be without you) the thought of
leavin' you has never crossed my mind
(Never crossed my mind)
(Well oh oh..)
I can never make it, I can never ever make it
Without you baby
Cause you've been my best friend
Girl,
When everybody turned their back on me,
You were there when I fell down on my knees
And I give you all, all of me,
And every part of me, oooowoooo,
Girl, me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time
(For long time, such a mighty long time)
And girl, (I don't really wanna be without you) the thought of
leavin you has never crossed my mind
(Never crossed my mind)
(Well oh oh..)
I'm a live, I will never leave o no no
When the people say, c'mon and go with me
'Cause I will never leave you, and you've been my best friend
nobody understand, but they can't look inside of me,
o yeah..
13.We at War (Skit)
14.The Courthouse (Skit)
Thank you.
This is West Johnson coming live from the streets of the A.T.L.
Get in the view of the public about the Brian Nicole case,
excuse me miss what's your albile
Well I personaly think it's very sad for someone to try to kill
someone because they don't want to take
Responsibility for what they done. And for this to happen at the
courthouse, it just dosen't feel safe
Anymore.
Well thank you.
You heard it here first on W.Y.A.N.G.
15.23 Hr. Lock Down
23 hour lockdown
Where they treat you like a ho
Slide you a plate up under the door
Nigga have to shit in the middle of the floor
Prison ain't a place that we need to go
So 'til they free Pimp C
I'ma leave up to U G O K K K
To keep it street
This one here for the street
This one here for the street
Life can be so hard
Shit can hurt so bad
Always have you sayin'
Constantly making you mad (Say Free Pimp C Free Pimp C!)
Life can be so hard (Free Pimp C Free Pimp C!)
Shit can hurt so bad (Free Pimp C Free Pimp C!)
Always have you sayin (Free Pimp C Free Pimp C!)
Constantly making you mad
In a lil bitty room where there ain't no light
Thinkin bout this is the wrong and the right
The dark and the light, the strong and the weak
Your conscious askin you trying to get you sanity
You gotta hold your ground
Can let it ？？？ Your friends in the heatership
While they always dip
Left you by yourself stuck up fucked up
Behind them bars, the times is hard
Thought you was smart
Now you losing
Jumping around the room giving yourself febreezy
Trying all types of suicidal tactics
The people walk in and put you in strait jacket
Until they free Pimp C
I'ma leave it up to U G O K K K
To keep it street
That's why me and my brother
Got Bun B to bounce wit us on this beat
23 hours lockdown in a cell
Can drive a nigga crazy as hell
Looking at four walls
Can do nothing at all
Got you feeling like a dog in a cage
A monkey on the rage
And the guard I wanna spit in your face
Take the privilege away
But keep your head up son be brave
Don't let the worries of jail bring you down keep a focus head
And gain more knowledge instead
I know it's not where you wanna be
But take it from me I know everybody love to be free
So god dammit free Pimp C
I know he ready to hit the street
And jumb back to makin beats
And I know that nigga miss Bun B
So we gon keep it on the G
That's comin for my brother and me
And we gon be here when you hit the streets
We waiting on the date that they free Pimp C
D-Roc let me put something on your brain
How would you feel if they locked up Kane？
Kane how would you feel if they locked up D？
Well that's what the fuck happened to me
With Pimp C, my right hand
My best friend
My ace boom coom, man we closer than ken
We've been on the grind, holdin it down
Till he got caught up in some bullshit, that got him some time
Almost lost my mind, started drinkin a fifth a day
Couldn't understand why they was takin a pimp away (Why？)
We right on the edge, we bout to blow
？？ Need to go
Sittin in the cell watchin time go pass
Lookin at your kids and your momma through a glass
If I could turn back time I would of told him keep the glock
down
But now I pray for the day he may get out 23 hour lock down
16.Sex Therapy 101 (Skit)
Good evening ladies welcome to Sex Therapy 101.
I am your doctor Chris Olmen here.
And we are gonna do the 3 basic elements of sexual gratification
today.
And what were talkin about is 3 simple questions, and I'm gonna
post question #1 right now.
I like for a man to step up to me with swagger.
Know what you want and take control with me, fuck the dumb shit.
He's a nigga that knows what he doing.
Cause I ain't trying to teach no nigga.
I like a dude rockin some tims, a white tee off a tee hat with
that confidence that's makin his way over
To me like I'm the only 1 in the room.
Oh, and don't come to wit does played out lines, what's your
signs, what cha mix with.
Ehh, If you honestly want me act like it, come in with some
originality and in that right moment if you
Tell me the right thing and touch me the right way, you got me.
See baby, a lot of people don't know this about me but, I likes
a freak, I like a mothafucker who's sharp,
Gots, his shit together who knows that I'm the 1 he wants.
You know the look dead in my eye grab my on the sly.
Step to me and sniff my urban essense, put his lips up to my ear
snd whisper exactly what he wants from me.
17.Sex Therapy 102 (Skit)
Ok ladies I see were making progress right now I like the way 1
went down.
Now I need you to sit back and let me know think about this 1.
What kind of sex, do you like？
Yeah that's a good 1 baby.
I can't lie I likes it rough.
But you got's to ease me into it.
See, I want you to touch me, tease me, blow on me, play with my
ummm, you know.
Carees me fuck all the talkin honey.
Lick me, spank that ass, me on top of you, you on top of me it's
all pleasure baby.
Make me cream, you know what I mean.
I'll return the favor fo sho.
I ain't no rough bitch.
So take your time with me.
Nice and slow, and explore all boundaries with me.
Cause please will leave.
I'm gonna take it wit cha.
I like it slow at first.
I don't like it rushed, deep and slow.
And while I'm on top, grab my hips, grab my hips and just
squeeze and with 1 hand on my hip take the
Other and pull my motherfuckin hair.
18.Sex Therapy 103 (Skit)
(Doctor Chris Olmen)
Ladies I'm just so impressed with you guys today.
Progress is really being made.
Now we getting ready to switch gears on the third question and
this is：
What gets you in the mood, for sex？
(Girl # 2)
It's all about the 4-play
and 4-play is an all day event
phone sex, e-mails whatever
just some shit to make me want you that much more when I get
home from work and step in the door lights out
candles burnin' wit some Jodeci： Diary of a Mad Band
rub me down all the way down
tease me, bite me, suck me
(Girl # 1)
I'm like a motor in the winter
you gotta get me warmed up before you get me started
tongue touching, body rubbing
and when we take it there,
Don't be afriad to taste both these lips
(Girl # 3)
Now I can't speak for them young girls but uh
we can do it anywhere：
in the car, on the lawn before dawn
under the moon, at the beach
as long as it's sweet lil candlelight something soft and sexy
in the background you know a lil Keith Sweat, something that's
got that boom in it
19.The Walk
Ey, dis D-Roc from the Ying Yang Twins (yup)
And i got Da Muzicians, Big Countrie, and B Gizzle to help me
show yall how ta walk
Dis is a new dance, right
It's da ghetto electric slide
So yall got ta walk wit me
I said wa walk wit it, wa walk wit it, wa walk wit it, wa walk
with it
Walk wit me now,
Step wit me now,
Step right wit me now,
To the left wit me now,
From the front to the back,
From the front to the back,
From the side to the side,
From the side to the side,
Walk wit me, step wit me, take a right wit me, make a left wit
me,
Wa walk wit it, wa walk wit it, wa walk wit it, wa walk with it
Get energetic
And hyperactive
Then start it dancin
Then gon do da walk
Get energetic
And hyperactive
Then start it dancing
Then gon do da walk
To the right, to the right
To the left, to the left
To the back, to the back
To the front, to the front
Now take some baby steps,now take some baby steps,
Now take some baby steps,now take some baby steps,
Now take some baby steps,now take some baby steps,
Now take some baby steps
To the right, to the left
To the right, to the left
To the back, to the front
To the back, to the front
Up in my pimp mode
Movin through the club in slow mo
Slow the slump down, wit my arm hangin real low
Knowin somthing new, cause they never see me move before
I might be a big nigga, but still clor rug
So come on shawty let go
To the fuckin dance flo
Let me see you shake it, pop that thang
Oh you a nasty ho
Make that thang walk slow
Come on take it to the flo
Walk wit me one time, yeah shawty make it low
Bizzle got the pistol
Put one in ya make ya whizza
Relocate your body part
Hey ya walkin like a crippa
When nigga be actin quicka
Pick her up, they start to tripa
Cant blast either nigga,
Ass down to the whizza
Betcha got a isha
Blame your trick
My four people call their people
When ya say somethin bitch
See a ho, get a ho, fuck it blame one bitch
Atcha wit your dick in my hand
My hand burnin
You know i walk wit a tip and my jeans always sag
I don't have to wear a belt, my pistol hold up my pants
I'm a a original gangsta, cool as they come
Step in a club,look around-would choose anyone
I bruise any nigga wanna go there wit me
Better know i go everywhere wit that 4-4 wit me
I go in a strip club withcho ho wit me
Walk out wit 2 mo, ready to get busy
I'm whatever if it come to it
Like my idea just do it
More then half of you niggas
Sold a product and ran through em
Man i'm a foo wit it,
I'm a beast wit it,
Beat the slave, grope em, run in man im keep kickin it
And i'm knee deep in it and i hold it down
Born and raised in new orleans,lousianna-uptown
I hit it how i live, it aint just talk
You can tell i'm the shit by the way i walk
20.Hoes
I hate hoes
I hate hoes
I hate hoes
Oh
All these hoes is the motherfucking same,
Play you to the left like a motherfucking lame,
Call you out you motherfucking name,
Fuck you all lames
I got game!
Forreal bitch, don't take the shit wrong
Thinking I'm nice I'll break you jawbone
Get the fuck on
Leave me alone
Bitch you better go on
See, you all hoes ain't optimistic
Cockblockin bitches
you unproper bitches
What's the problem bitches？
you say your nigga hurt your feelins
Well, hoes done hurt mine
Not once, not twice,
But bitch all the time
So I'm a dog to a broad
Have 'em all crying,
I done cried before,
That don't make me a hoe
That just show me where my feelins ain't supposed to go
See, I got the magic stick you dumb bitch
Other nigga you fuck with, be on some punk shit
And I'm gonna show you all I don't need no help,
Just as soon as I loosen my belt
BITCH!
I need a moment,
I can't stand bitches and hoes
'cause a bitch is a bitch and a hoe gonna hoe,
But a woman hold her own
She got her own home
She drive her own car
Buying drinks at the bar
Take a nigga out to eat
Take a nigga to the mall
Treat a nigga good
And wash a nigga draws
But bitches ain't shit,
Always talking shit
They wanna be the shit
But is they shit？ No
And hoes, they fuck off the god damn chain
Everything and everything but don't take names
So that's a nasty hoe and I can't do shit wit it
Please get out my face I don't need a case
Yeah, I love you all respectful women
Independent women
I takes 'em out all the time
But you all hit the baggage need to keep on tracking
I ain't speaking I ain't talking to nothing
'cause
Just keep my name out you mouth
Before you find out how a down south hoe will out
You're a hater, she's a hater, three a hater, for
Everywhere I go I see some hating ass hoes
Southern Belle, Jazzy Belle, Never Monogamous
？？ be hot because my deeper asophagus
Still they run up on me, smile and phone me,
Laugh 'cause soon as I turn my back they stab it
Learn to play fair
Stop trying to care
Two hoes to one nigga,
Bitch, learn to share
Baby, you dead ass broke
For hating on the rich chicks
See how I flow？
Bitch, put it on you wish list
Two seater wit the chill on
My baby daddy put the grill on
Fixing to put the heels on
Chrome spokes with the low pros
And the trunk funk blows up the cedar on the dashboard
This is the mens national anthem for this year
All you real women,
You all can sing this shit too
If you a hoe and you hate another hoe,
you can sing this shit too
If you a bitch and you hate and bitch,
you can sing this shit too
So everybody's gonna sing this shit
I hate hoes, they hate me too
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
BITCH!
21.Put That Thang Down
Whoa whoa
She on another level
Like whoa whoa
We ready for whatever
Like whoa whoa
She on another level
Like whoa whoa
We ready for whatever
She fine as a super model
Built like a coke bottle
Hips like handel bars
Shortys stopping all the cars
Yup
Put that thang down
Do it
Put that thang down
Get to it
Put that thang down
Shes good
Put that thang down
Hey how ya doin lil mama D Roc's my name
Let me introduce you to my brother kane
I am the ying and hes the yang
Lets sneak off and start handeling thangs
Lets make it to my room quick
Hey shorty wait till you see my dick
Let the dog just beat up your cat
Whisper in your ear shorty how you like dat
Pretty in the face thin in the waist got a nice ass right below
that place
Tip drill grab that see i eat thur smooth as silk fine as wine
shorty hope she gotta walk behind get it a
Walk behind she like a lil more she puttin it down puttin it
down
She fine as a super model
Built like a coke bottle
Hips like handel bars
Shortys stopping all the cars
Yup
Put that thang down
Do it
Put that thang down
Get to it
Put that thang down
Shes good
Put that thang down
To the strip club hoe (strip club hoe)
Dancin in the club takin off they clothes
20s 50s hundred dollar bills
Making her move quick so you all her steal
We love dat
The way she drop it to the ground
Make dat booty go round and round
The way she dance she getting cash
Whisper in her ear i like dat
The only reason cuz you get paid
Yeah thats how you getting fed
I mean when a nigga break bread
Yeah i aint no jesus
And plus they need us
To quick to club
Like we dont give a f＊ck
She fine as a super model
Built like a coke bottle
Hips like handel bars
Shortys stopping all the cars
Yup
Put that thang down
Do it
Put that thang down
Get to it
Put that thang down
Shes good
Put that thang down
Whoa whoa
She on another level
Like whoa whoa
We ready for whatever
Like whoa whoa
She on another level
Like whoa whoa
We ready for whatever
Listen here daddy im a grown ass woman
Why you acting like you scared
If you want it get up on it
Cuz if you ready for it just say that your ready for it
Baby cuz i am ready for whatever you ready for
She fine as a super model
Built like a coke bottle
Hips like handel bars
Shortys stopping all the cars
Yup
Put that thang down
Do it
Put that thang down
Get to it
Put that thang down
Shes good
Put that thang down
22.Dedication ＆ Upcoming Events (Skit)
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
23.U.S.A.
Its the return of the, of the motherfuckin brainiacs.
capitol homes represent East Atlanta where you at YING YANG!!!
we back motherfucker!
YING YANG!!!
take that motherfucker!
The same to niggas that the hoes used to dis
now we ridin on the road doing shows with our clique
put a lock on my d＊ck cuz my brain is da key
i aint wat u want so quit lyin to me
see i was born by myself
imma die by myself
and when i smoke my purple im gon get high by myself
and if aint D-roc on the side of me
we ？？ bitch cant even buy from me
They call me crip, his name eric hi's the capper
since the 8th grade he said he would be a rapper
rapper？ yall niggas lost cuz its 10 years later and shawty is
throwed off
one time for them niggas who keep claming they boss
keep thinkin we soft, we gon knock ur fuckin block off
see D-roc known to be a people person
and kaine really dont like discursion
see pain is kinda what i like dispursin
cuz love make a nigga feel like a scrub
thugs thats were we residing at
some niggas like to lie just to hide the fact
that they a bitch nigga, snitch nigga, all on another nigga dick
nigga get ur own shit nigga
and yall hoes aint gave us nothing but plenty of talk and da
fucking the front bitch
nigga we bout that bank round here
we smoke neva good gank down here (United State of Atlanta)
nigga we bout dat bread around here
thats how you keep your baby feed down here
Boulevard to east lake, the west side to barn holmes
from South Dekalb to Glen Wood
from Calli Rd to Martin Luther King
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from Auburn Ave. to Peachtree from flash hoes to bankhead
from Peak Mount. to Mag Noi from Lee Street to Simpson Rd.
(United State United State United State United State of Atlanta)
form Greater Holmes to Inglewood from metro to clevland av from
progression rd to pry st from oakland rd to E.A.
nigga we bout that bank round here
we smoke neva good gank down here (United State of Atlanta)
nigga we bout dat bread around here
thats how you keep your baby feed down here
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24.Say I Yi Yi
Lyricist：M Crooms, D Holmes, E Jackson
She got her hands all on her knees and then her bows on her
thigh
She like to twerk and that's for sure 'cause I can tell how she
fly
She got me hyper, wanna bite right now yi yi
Say I yi, yi yi yi
Look at shawty snap, make that ass clap
Niggaz in the club spendin' dubs when it's phat
Thick and real fine, standin' five-nine
High heels on, right on time
Goddamn look at shawty she makin' that ass jiggle
I like the way it wobbledy wobbledy when it wiggle
Anybody down for my nursery rhyme riddle
Some of these hoes be for the creamin' in the middle
She shakin' ass and gettin' paid because she makin' her cheese
She ain't scared to get on the flo' to show her ass and titties
If she doin' it quite right I might just give her fifty
I be drankin' Hennessey so I'm down to tipsy
I know them hoes in the club they ain't twerkin' for free
If she dancin' like she should she'll make her money
I like them freaky ass hoes twitchin' asses for me
Ah shit that's it so I'm so I'm spendin' my cheese
She got her hands all on her knees and then her bows on her
thigh
She like to twerk and that's for sure 'cause I can tell how she
fly
She got me hyper, wanna bite right now yi yi
Say I yi, yi yi yi
She got her hands all on her knees and then her bows on her
thigh
She like to twerk and that's for sure 'cause I can tell how she
fly
She got me hyper, wanna bite right now yi yi
Say I yi, yi yi yi
Jummy Club let me see ya I yi yi
Blue flame let me see ya I yi yi
Magic City let me see ya I yi yi
Body Chap let me see ya I yi yi
Jazzy T's let me see ya I yi yi
Club pleaders let me see ya I yi yi
School Hoes let me see ya I yi yi
And if you ain't twerkin' bitch by yi yi
Shawty let me see ya shake it on the flo' butt-naked
Show stoppin', pussy poppin' damn I like the way you take it
Up and down, side to side, round and round, touch the ground
There you go, now you know, how you gotta make yo cash flow
Put them poles touch them toes, let me see that ass roll
All in the booty club, shawty shake it for the dub
High as a kite, so I'm might, stick yo' ass a lil' somethin'
Make that pussy pull a blunt
She got her hands all on her knees and then her bows on her
thigh
She like to twerk and that's for sure 'cause I can tell how she
fly
She got me hyper, wanna bite right now yi yi
Say I yi, yi yi yi
She got her hands all on her knees and then her bows on her
thigh
She like to twerk and that's for sure 'cause I can tell how she
fly
She got me hyper, wanna bite right now yi yi
Say I yi, yi yi yi
Hoes shakin' ass like a real freak
Tryin' to get the motherfuckin' ends meat
Don't be tryin' to motherfuckin' tease me
'Cause I'm 'bout tipped on the Hennessey
But I still give you a dub doe
But you gotta shake that ass hoe
Work real hard for the cash flow
Bring yo ass to the dance flow
One time for them bitches at that gentlemen's club
Them bitches shakin' ain't no fakin' and they came to buy dubs
Them niggas hatin' steady waitin' so we can't come back
I'm on this track up out this here while she work that cat
Pussy poppin', shawty droppin' say she gone get blowed
She a average every day government cheese hoe
Fuck them niggaz who dem niggaz that be hatin' on the guys
They in the club with them thugs screamin' I yi yi
She got her hands all on her knees and then her bows on her
thigh
She like to twerk and that's for sure 'cause I can tell how she
fly
She got me hyper, wanna bite right now yi yi
Say I yi, yi yi yi
She got her hands all on her knees and then her bows on her
thigh
She like to twerk and that's for sure 'cause I can tell how she
fly
She got me hyper, wanna bite right now yi yi
Say I yi, yi yi yi
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