Ying Yang Twins Unreleased Songs

1.Whistle While You Twurk

{chorus} whistle while you twurk
go head and start and make that
pussy fart and whistle while you
twurk (twurk summin).

{ying yang twins}
ying yang in this thang
(ying yang).
(repeat 8x's)

{verse1}
Let me see you make that pussy fart
good lord make it shake like a salt shaker
to hard get it up to you can't ugh no moe
see I love when you hoes take it to tha floor
baby bounce biggy bounce ugh it's on you
shouty you can twurk in your skirt if you want
to see we came to keep it crunk for ya all night
put a dub in tha club show me what I like.

{verse2}
These bitches make money in tha club these
hoes like to take it off for a thug you can't come
with nothin less than a dub or she lookin at yo ass
like a scrub these hoes like it when a nigga show em
love and she'll show you what she really made of I
guarantee yo ass wouldn't get enough tell her pop that
shit drop that shit 'WHAT'.

{chorus}
(repeat 1x)


{verse3}
Where them hoes that's buying me a ticket I thank
they all dance at club nikki's now where them hoes who
be spittin that game I thank they all dance at tha blue flame
where them hoes that be hard booty shakin I thank they all
dance at tha foxxy lady.

{verse4}
I know she a shakin booty hoe no teaser she ain't no sceaser
when ya all fat pleaser now where them bitches that be quick to
show them titties I thank they all dance at tha magic city I
know
some bitches that be quick to take over you got tha green on
your
scene and strokers.

{Bridge}
And whistle while you twurk (twurk) gotta
make that money for sure (sure) you got some
nice lookin titties body look pretty so don't be
scared to twurk (twurk summin).

{verse5}
Say them niggaz in tha club wanna hate wanna touch
her pussy and never wanna pay I said shouty fuck that
nigga do your thang I see your crunk tiger stripe G- strang
it's bout that dollar bill then pepermint see them hoes
represent
for their rent.

{verse6}
If you in a booty club and you get your money spent and baby
mama now she wonder where it went.

{chorus}
(repeat1x)

{verse7}
Some of these bitches be real they hard knock once
you get em crunck they start and they want stop hoes
get naked for cheese they love that take tha baddest bitch
in tha club I fucked that some these bitches been crunk since
first day some of these bitches in tha club they don't play half
these bitches who shake it they turn gay niggaz gone pay to see
pussy anyway (ahh,ahh).

{verse8}
Some of these niggaz be walkin tha thin line fuckin
wit these hoes wit no clothes and no mind baby girl out
to get money she gone shine everyday of work she gone be
there on time her pussy poppin shouty be sweatin like she
noid kinda like tha way that thang be like a hard turn around
yeah that's it good lord tryin to do a chinese split and make it
fart.

{Bridge}
And whistle while you twurk (twurk) and let me see you
work (work) get off in tha club wit a tru city thug and sip some
erk and jerk so if you want this floor (floor) just how low can
you
go (go) let me see you grab tha pole and touch them toes now
take
it to tha floor.

{chorus}
(repeat till fade)

{fadeing}
lil lower now .
(repeat till fade)


2.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


3.Alley

Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nooooooow

Tell a nigga dont act no fool
What's up cuz？ Stay cool
Smoke some mary jane, you know the rules
Haters puttin salt in the game
Wanna keep a thug out the drug house
But you know the drill...a fro, polo
And a nigga in the club smokin dubs
Like a tru center thug
The big boy Willie Grill
Smoke swisher sweets, dont miss a beat
If a nigga feelin froggy leap
We ballin, shot-callin
ho's holla'n, try to follow
When a nigga aint ballin, sheesh
Still pullin on the hair
On my ching-ching weigher
(？？？？？？？？？？？？)
Ho we can head to the spot in Decatur
(？？) smoke optimos, and try to cop the ho's
(？) cant stop my (？)
Killa a bitch, kill a bitch, soon to buss
Aint to many niggas that can fuck wit' us
Y'all niggas think you can fuck wit' us
Some of y'all niggas gon' miss the bus
See playa we dangerous, stay (？？？)
Cock-block that fo'-fifth,
Switch your hands like (？？)
Man then kick over to
Nigga cant see me with a birds-eye view
So you betta back up, back up
'fore a nigga straight have to act up, act up
Stand in this thang wit' the mac up, mac up
... 10 then because

My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we alley
Whoa

We some alley muh'fuckas from the ATL, Georgia boys
We came to bring the noise, and we got them tonka toys (boom
boom boom)
Niggas be bitin like jaws, nigga back the fuck off my balls
If you got some beef wit' me, then I got some beef wit' y'all
Now ooh lawd, them boys on the map again
Who they be？ Mr. Ball and them Ying-Yang Twins
And when you down for yours, my nigga, I'm down for mine
Now dont make me have to say this shit one more time
Now back up, I know you dont want some muthafucka to act up
I thank you need to put your muthafuckin ？gack？ up
Before you get dealt with
Fuckin around and get yourself hit
Off some fuckin bullshit
Cause we some country-ass Georgia niggas, I told ya nigga
We done and we done showed ya nigga, it's on my nigga
Doin this shit one more 'gain
I thank this time I'ma get a lil' more money to spend

My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
Ah


Ah, we some alley muthafuckas, shawty ya didnt know
Niggas is entertainin when they hit the front door
Nigga be like whoa, stop, control
But he was poppin off, so I'ma hit him in his nose
Throwin them 'bows, ColliPark know it explodes
Have a nigga feelin crunchy, smellin like toes
Ya know we had it from Georgia to Cali'
Doin shows from Virginia to that Cakilaki
Ask if are we lackin？ Nothin, see we packin
4-5 glocks, .9 spray milli-tec and no actin, I'm blastin
I make my money ？threashin？
The foes see the gold and they dont wanna respect him
Maybe I cant help it, the way that I act
Handle your part thug, give him a heart-attack
Beatin ass in the back, slammin upon a track
Ying-Yang in this thang, ColliPark runnin thangs

My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley

Now what's on your mind, if you got something to say
Then say that shit, dont hold that shit
Bitin your tongue, because your boys aint here
Who you roll with, 'cause that's bullshit
You'll get your ass kicked fuckin wit' real thugs
Playahatin you gets no love
Run and get your boys if you thinkin you're hard
If you know like I know, then your ass wont start...
with some crazy muh'fuckas tote gats too
Crazy muthafuckas that'll blast you
Crazy muthafuckas dont give a shit
What？ Y'all niggas dont know who y'all fuckin with
We T-H-U-G-G-E-D O-U-T
We'll F-U-C-K yo' ass up with that heat

Mutha-mutha-muthafuckas always talkin shit
Sixty-five niggas you can suck my dick
We Ying-Yang and it aint no thang
Sheisty muthafucka put it down on they brain
We real, some tru-city thug shit
The essence of a thug, they dont like a nigga in public
With two glocks, I represent 2pac, the block is too hot
They want a fool out the neighborhood (why)
Straight hard to fuck with, know he slangin hard
Niggas is paranoid, all I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
All I know we raw (raw)
We youngin's nigga

My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley
My nigga, we alley
Nigga, we be alley

My nigga


4.ATL Eternally

Lyricist：Michael Crooms, D'angelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Jonathan
Smith, Micah Levar Troy

Yeah okay
It's about to go down in this muthafucka tonight
Real niggas put your muthafuckin' middle finger up

Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
We click-click on a nigga
We ain't scared of you nigga
You just a bitch, my nigga

Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
We click-click on a nigga
We ain't scared of you nigga
You just a bitch, my nigga

I burn and bang like some bullet-wounds
So when you step in my path, nigga you meet your doom
I'm smackin' bitches with gloves, I ain't no paper thug
This shit is real from jump, so if you wanna thump
Go play your cards my nigga, and we can get it started
You pulled your gat now bitch, let's see who coward-hearted
Pussy-perpetrators be poppin' off, I think they dick-sucker
But Ying Yang in this thang, we run this muthafucka
A T L nucca

Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
We click-click on a nigga
We ain't scared of you nigga
You just a bitch, my nigga

Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
We click-click on a nigga
We ain't scared of you nigga
You just a bitch, my nigga

Yeah, y'all already know what time it is
PT representin' with them Ying Yang boys
Make some noise baby, 'cause it's D S G B
Y'all already know

Ying-Yang, everythang I got, I own
Pastor nigga, down to my fuckin' chrome
As long as I'm here, pussy-nigga, it's gonna be a long year
No fear, I have none, why the fuck have fear？ I got a gun
And if you run I'm a buss you in your back
And leave your ass where you're at, like that

Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
We click-click on a nigga
We ain't scared of you nigga
You just a bitch, my nigga

Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
We click-click on a nigga
We ain't scared of you nigga
You just a bitch, my nigga

Muthafuckas gonna' feel lost, y'all know that we back on
Nigga didn't thing we'd do it again
But the round we comin' with too strong
So you need me to hold your lip bitch
Or find your ass in some bullshit
Some down south shit you cant fuck with
So I know you ain't ready for a nigga to click

Better move bitch, 'cause niggas ain't playin'
Ain't no more play in G A, A T L where I stay
So then you better make way
'Cause if a nigga didn't know
We keep on comin' with hits
We got Little John, the Eastside Boys
And Pastor Troy in this bitch

Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
We click-click on a nigga
We ain't scared of you nigga
You just a bitch, my nigga

Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
We click-click on a nigga
We ain't scared of you nigga
You just a bitch, my nigga

Ah, now look, this the Ying Yang twins right
And we done collabed with Little John
And them Eastside Boys and Pastor Troy
To let y'all know we ain't no one hitter quitters
Fuck all y'all bullshitters

Hope I don't bomb you from the ass and
Wrap the gag and start blastin'
Ain't gonna ask no questions, have you lyin' there dyin'
Cryin' and bleedin', see you later, I'm leavin'
Onto the mist to the midnight creepin'
Now you're eternally sleepin'

From the A T L we gonna' ride out
Headed to the underground hideout
We still gonna' buss them slugs out
'Cause where I'm from, we thugged out
Keep it real for the nigga that didn't know
Keep it real for the nigga that slang dope
If you got it then buss your fo' fo'
Where you from nigga？ A T L, ho

Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
We click-click on a nigga
We ain't scared of you nigga
You just a bitch, my nigga

Don't wanna fuck wit' us niggas
We click-click on a nigga
We ain't scared of you nigga
You just a bitch, my nigga, yeah


5.Say I Yi Yi (remix)

Lyricist：M Crooms, D Holmes, E Jackson

This ain't no lie, yi yi
Ying Yang bringing that fi yi yi
Smoking on dro, we stay hi yi yi
Rolling on dubs like I, yi yi
I yi yi

Real ass niggaz gon' po within a reason
Feeling like some drama gon' come, get niggaz bleedin'
Ping brain little life chances
Ambulances and plenty murder man dances, ha!

And for the niggaz that be popping that lip
How high I tip, tearing body fleshes off the rip
Like a lady when she having a fucking new born
The doctor holla push and her skin is torn a child is born

We popping the pistals
Making dem whisals, slanging dem thangs
Still keeping the pistal down on their brain
And yeah, we changing the game 'cause we be spittin' some shit

That sound good when you hear, it make your bitch turn trick
'Cause it's the year of the year, Yang bring that pain
Twins all in your city, looking at ass and titties and ride
twenties
On big boy trucks, doing big boy stuff, we big boy rider and big
boy drive

This ain't no lie, yi yi
Ying Yang bringing that fi yi yi
Smoking on dro, we stay hi yi yi
Rolling on dubs like I, yi yi
I yi yi

This ain't no lie, yi yi
Ying Yang bringing that fi yi yi
Smoking on dro, we stay hi yi yi
Rolling on dubs like I, yi yi
I yi yi

Hol up, wait a minute, let me put my two cent in it
Some of ya'll, say you mean it but we represent it
We gon' keep it twerkalaten, ask these niggaz why they haten
Anticipaten, standing in the line, tryna buy my tape

After they purchase it, then a mothafucka say
Why we hate on Ying Yang, all we doin' is spiitin' game
Some of ya'll mouves has, gotta be to weak
Falling in love with a straight ho

Major money makas, papa chasas on the grin for chips
Tryna make a million dollars before it's time to dip
So real niggaz, make your money man
Flip the script or flip your bird, sell that cocaine, it's on
you

Do what you gotta do to make a livin', get you a gat
Go out and rob a tyte boy while you're pimping
It's better ways, better days if you look at it
But your ass too fat, you hopping like a jack rabbit

This ain't no lie, yi yi
Ying Yang bringing that fi yi yi
Smoking on dro, we stay hi yi yi
Rolling on dubs like I, yi yi
I yi yi

This ain't no lie, yi yi
Ying Yang bringing that fi yi yi
Smoking on dro, we stay hi yi yi
Rolling on dubs like I, yi yi
I yi yi

Stuck, fuck down on my luck and brought me a truck
And the motor blew up man, shit been hard for me fo real
For 'bout five years, my life been a fucking down hill
It seems like I'm married to her fucking daddy

'Cause I live through this shit but I neva eva win
A victim of circumstance, they give me no second chance
They come and they naked dance
So come fight and be a man

You make a nigga knock a pussy mothafucka stop yourself
While you running off at the mouth, you better watch yourself
So dag on, move away, nigga move
(Move)

And let a mothafucka get thew
(Get thew)
Ying yang in this thang and we ain't gon' change
Fuck me, naw nigga, fuck you

Keep it real, for dem niggaz ans hoes
Who be throwing dem bows
Getting crunk at dem shows
Smoking nothing but dro

This ain't no lie, yi yi
Ying Yang bringing that fi yi yi
Smoking on dro, we stay hi yi yi
Rolling on dubs like I, yi yi
I yi yi

This ain't no lie, yi yi
Ying Yang bringing that fi yi yi
Smoking on dro, we stay hi yi yi
Rolling on dubs like I, yi yi
I yi yi

This ain't no lie, yi yi
Ying Yang bringing that fi yi yi
Smoking on dro, we stay hi yi yi
Rolling on dubs like I, yi yi
I yi yi

This ain't no lie, yi yi
Ying Yang bringing that fi yi yi
Smoking on dro, we stay hi yi yi
Rolling on dubs like I, yi yi
I yi yi


6.Brang Yo Azz OutDoz

Aw shit
let that pussy nigga write whats out
ah, that nigga dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers
what, what

Test that nigga, rush that nigga
get that nigga, man bust that nigga

You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
you wanna go and try to steal my clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz,
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz,
nigga, brang yo azz out doz

The same nigga with the same limp, and if you that same ol'
bitch
Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick
She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters
See if we modivators, aint got no love, fuck scrub
She come to move the crew
I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits
I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine
It aint no fear in my eyes, this aint no fall ？？
Them niggas holdin my back, see we got hella shit
Now watch my shit get lit - up like a cigarette
I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown
Cant even holla with something, see I done lived it now
These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I dont even know 'em
I keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paper
They want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovator
I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the equator
BITCH, I'll see ya later

I remember when a nigga didnt have these clothes
Remember when a nigga didnt have these golds
Remember when a nigga didnt have no ends
But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check
It take long time, but now a nigga livin good
Ballin with the thugs in my hood - the woods
If you didnt know TD drop thangs,
put a bullet in yo motherfucking brains
CAN YOU HANG？

You get mad 'cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you)
You got anamocity on yo chest
Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz,
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
You wanna go and try to steal my clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz,
Brang yo azz out doz

Mayhem, double hands on the above
To me I'm putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang to 'em
Murderers, killas, thug niggas
Atl. grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers,
East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers
Cause I'm gon be there wit my True City Thug
Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I'm thugged out
They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out
Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean
Murder, murder, (murder, murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill)
You talkin shit, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled)
Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya
Aint gon let'cha get away, I think I had a bad day
Smucky bear with it, even though ？？？？？ in Adamsville
I dont give a fuck, nigga what if you book
I'm here so you can get me, and there's no way its gotta be
'Cause Roc that thugs keep a motherfuckin latchet

Get rapped up with that ying on yo azz when I swing it
Came up with that yang on yo brain with that thang man
Lyric, killin, and drug dealin, riders, and soldiers
comin out of Georgia, slangin wit that water
My other voice said 'hi' today, so I gotta get high today
Tell my folks dont cry for me, just ride for me
And scream 'free me'
Fuck about some bunkshots, and what knots
And altitudes, my niggas she botilary
For bustas who be talkin shit

You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You get mad cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you)
You got anamocity on yo chest
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga brang yo azz out doz

It was this fly guy ？ named frosted flakes
You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake
See you ran into this nigga, named suga bow
Suga bow was suga slim, with some long azz hair
Had this brawl on the strip, that was cuttin for chedda
She ？？ freaky deaky bitch, met fruity pebbles
Up, another pimp, I hate to say it, green shirt, and blue jeans
Iced out, on the arm, I'm rollin, sayin you niggas gone

The mind murderer deep game, to talkin hoes out they clothes
It got me lost, gotta pay the cost, they say I'm off
Cause I'm a dead man walkin, deep dog talkin
Small time scracker, well be a thug trainer
Hangin by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with me
Because I'm known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked
So black yo wanna act up, you betta back up
'fore you get slapped up like biscuits
Sucked on like incense

You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
You wanna go and try to steal my clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga, brang yo azz out doz

If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch
You aint got no gat, you better use yo fist (repeat 5X)

Test that nigga, rush that nigga,
get that nigga, man bust that nigga (repeat 2X)

I said y'all motherfuckers gon' learn
If ya play with fire nigga ya gon' get burned (repeat 4X)


7.Thug Walkin'

Chorus：

Every where we gooo, every where we gooo
People want to knooow, people want to knooow
What we here fooor, what we here fooor
We thug walkin', we thug walkin', thug walkin'

Verse One： {Ying Yang Twins back and forth}

Pain make you retaliate
Swang to crack yo chest blade
Hangin' with the best dates
Slang and get they neck played
Game is what yo test gave
Blang and take hoes and smoke hay
Niggas what they call us
Triggers is how we boss hog
Drugs is what we left with
Slugs will bring yo death quick
Knucks will get you swolle up
Tricks will get you dick sick
Clinton gonna see impeachment
For freaks he try'na creep with
Busters never last long
Hustlers get they cash on
Hiders never act out
Riders known to slash out
Pimps only get paid
Simps truly get played
Wimps never fist fight
Freaks is quick to turn dikes
Sheets never come clean bled
From yo crime scene mann

Chorus： {2x}

Verse Two： {D-Roc}

Even thought yo mind was blind soul keeper
He took you on a shine with nine and made Mom weepier
That thing he'll die for his boys they ballin' good
But nigga see them boys was comin' up out the wood
Lay down was all you heard I mean scary
One of 'em got bold and reached for the Chevy
Gun shots went off so we had to make it quick
Told the other boys go ahead and give up the shit
I don pistol whipped a nigga and told him to give up the loot
If he pissed of my nigga I will shot
So he hurried up and them other niggas to
I started up the car and told them what they had to do

Chorus： {2x}

Verse Three： {Kaine}

I'm smokin' my weed with y'all
Hangin' with niggas y'all ball
Just because niggas be takin' it all
Told them broads to back up off my balls
Thugs be ready to brawl on the point of call
The devil reached in sippin' on gin
It changed my mind to sin
Hangin' with thugs that be loud as a rooster
Figurin' they call us fools I haven't finished school
Chosen few, rollin' through, military style like we was suppose
to do
Who do you think that you fuckin' with
Stupid bitch roll up out the vine before we swine and
Cause that counter fit niggas is real then twenty four k
Y'all can't hang that bud we slang like it ain't no thang
Get 'em up to the Eastside, to the Westside, true city thugs
What's up much love, to the Tear da Club Up Thugs
just throw it up, all y'all get across the wall

Chorus： {Till The End}


8.Dispose of Broadz

I don't give a fuck about
These niggas or these hoes
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Make me spit on yo ass bitch, ahh, ha

Fuck them hoes, let 'em bounce
Known for kickin' bitches out, all they wanna do
Is sneak a blunt or two out yo house
Try to help us with a plan guard, yo, grill and watch yo back

Bitches known for showin' other niggas where you kick it at
Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug
With a bitch got him sick, if he a sucker for love, bitch
His niggas better show him who unified

To get respect you got to play
Watch them hoes step aside
Bitch, I'm just like you
Bitch, I smoke weed to

Bitch, I need geez so look
Bitch, I don't need you all, y'all can suck my
I don't give a fuck, die, now, bitch, bye
You blowin' my high

I love myself, I hug myself
And if I had a pussy, I fuck myself
See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold
Hit the mall buyin' clothes, I dispose of broadz

Now who in the hell came here to stop me？
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse, ah, ha, ha
Now who in the hell came to get it started？
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse, ah, ha, ha

Now who in the hell came here to stop me？
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse, ah, ha, ha
Now who in the hell came to get it started？
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse, ah, ha, ha

Fuck these nigga's who dropped me on my head
When I was younger, I did some wild shit
To make these nigga's wonder
Am I crazy or am I straight sick？

Round with these fuckin' lunatics
You talk shit, you get yo wig split
If you wanna try me
You must be ready to die, bitch

I ain't scared to die, bitch
Ya see it's just a hobby
God gave me time, I was game from my birth
I couldn't let the shit go to waste

I had to put this shit to work
I'm just a ghetto ass nigga
With the street knowledge, I was gave
You try to play, run up on this 12-gage

Hell, nah, hit a tree
Had to go help him up
You shouldn't have never fucked up
Now you lookin' fucked up

Blew his head clean off his shoulder
I was all ready gone before anybody showed up
Got away clean like some jeans when you wash 'em
Trill ass soldier's, ain't no way you can stop us, bitch

I love myself, I hug myself
And if I had a pussy, I fuck myself
See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold
Hit the mall buyin' clothes, I dispose of broadz

Now who in the hell came here to stop me？
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse, ah, ha, ha
Now who in the hell came to get it started？
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse, ah, ha, ha

Now who in the hell came here to stop me？
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse, ah, ha, ha
Now who in the hell came to get it started？
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse, ah, ha, ha

I be bustin' nuts on yo, baby, mama, baby head
Why you be gangster？ Somebody got 'em, keep 'em fed
When I fed to the point where I be bakin' bread
I mean fed to the point where I be servin' head

Now, look, that don't mean I'm try'na sound bad and shit
When I stab that trick, you can have the bitch
Grab yo bitch, you need to try to train yo bitch
Tame yo bitch 'cuz she be runnin' game, ya, bitch

Now you all in a nigga grill lookin' all swole
Picturin' how ya slipped off trustin' in them hoes
No, damn, well, that yo mom taught ya better
'Cuz a bitch will get'cha killed if ya let her

That's why I love myself, I hug myself
And if I had a pussy, I fuck myself
See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold
Hit the mall buyin' clothes, I dispose of broadz

I love myself, I hug myself
And if I had a pussy, I fuck myself
See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold
Hit the mall buyin' clothes, I dispose of broadz

Now who in the hell came here to stop me？
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse, ah, ha, ha
Now who in the hell came to get it started？
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse, ah, ha, ha

Now who in the hell came here to stop me？
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse, ah, ha, ha
Now who in the hell came to get it started？
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse, ah, ha, ha

Punchin' got a long head, ballin' keep my artillery, gangsta
So I'm a mission shit, cap pilla, I'm known for spittin' on
bitches
Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft
And at the same time, bitch, you fuckin' with some ATL soldiers

Smokin' for free and drinkin' for free nigga, hell, nah
First ya got to take yo muthafuckin' draws off
'Cuz real players 'bout to lay the law down
You better draw the straw, now you done

Fucked up, 'ed now, this how we do it in the A T L
For them hoes who think they pussy fire ass hell
Got a game for that ass big dick's to match
Don't have time for them hoes who be try'na act

Ha, do it, get 'em, shorty, get 'em, we ain't playin' with 'em
If you clockin', nigga, spit 'em, nigga, spit 'em
Stupid ass hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, bitch up and call ya back

Say what？ Stupid ass hoes be try'na act
But they switch up and bitch up and call ya back
Say what？ Stupid ass hoes be try'na act
But they switch up and bitch up and call ya back

And we shake them hoes off what
Shake them hoes off what？ Shake them hoes off what？
Nigga, shake them hoes off what？ Shake them hoes off what？
Shake them hoes off what？ Shake them hoes off, my nigga
Shake them hoes off

Nigga, we ain't got no love for these hoes
These bitches switch dick's like outfit's
Hoes, ya need to find another route
Figure that a nigga be thugged out and we off in the club


9.Whistle While You Twurk (ColliPark Mix)

{Chorus}
Everybody in the club know waz up {whistle}
Whistle while you twurk (twurk)
Go head and start (make that pussy fart) {whistle}
Whistle while you twurk (twurk some)

Hook： 8x
ying yang in this thang (ying yang)

Let me see ya make that pussy fart, good Lord
Make it shake like a salt shaker, too hard
Get it up 'till you can't ugh, no mo'
See I love when you hoes take it to tha floor
Baby bounce biggy bounce ugh, it's on you
Shorty you can twurk in your skirt, if you want to
See we came to keep it crunk for ya, all night
Put a dub in da club show me, what I like

Freak bitch make money in da club
Them hoes like to take it off for a thug
You can't come wit nuthin less than a dub
Or she lookin at yo ass like a scrub
Them hoes like it when a nigga em love
And she'll show you what she really made of
I guarantee yo ass wouldn't get enough
Tell her pop that shit, drop that shit, 'WHAT'

Chorus： 2x

Where them hoes that's buying me a ticket
I thank they all dance at club nikki
Now where them hoes who be spittin that game
I thank they all dance at tha blue flame
Where them hoes that be hard booty shakin
I thank they all dance at tha foxxy lady

I know she a shakin booty hoe no teaser
she ain't no sceaser when ya all fat pleaser
Now where them bitches that be quick to show them titties
I thank they all dance at tha magic city
I know some hoe that be quick to take over
You got tha green on your scene and strokers

And, where them hoes who be 'bout that cheese
I thank they all dance at (？)
And where them hoes who'll make that pussy clap
I thank they all dance at (？)

Say them niggaz in tha club wanna hate
Wanna touch her pussy and never wanna pay
I said shouty fuck that nigga do your thang
I see your crunk tiger stripe G- strang
It's bout that dollar bill then pepermint
See them hoes represent for their rent.

If you in a booty club and you get your money spent
And baby mama now she wonder where it went.

Chorus： 2x

Some of these bitches be real, they hard knock
Once you get em crunck they start, they want stop
Hoes get naked for cheese, they love that
Take tha baddest bitch in tha club, I fucked that
Some these bitches been crunk since first day
Some of these bitches in tha club, they don't play
Half these bitches who shake it, they turn gay
Niggaz gone pay to see pussy, anyway (ahh,ahh)

Some of these niggaz be walkin tha thin line
Fuckin wit these hoes wit no clothes and no mind
Baby girl out to get money she gone shine
Everyday of work she gone be there on time
Her pussy poppin shouty be sweatin like she noid
Kinda like tha way that thang beat like a heart
Turn around yeah that's it, good lord
Tryin to do a chinese split and make it fart.

('ying yang in this thang' in the background at
the beginning of each line)

Ying Yang in this thang, from the A-T-eeL
Whistle while you twurk if you really real
(？) in tha club smelling like some wood
(？) in my neighborhood
Girls get crunk in the piz ball
If you sit down, get up off tha wall
Males only speak, if the females flirt
If you get crunk, whistle while you twurk

Chorus： 4x


10.By Myself

Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson,
Brandon Sams

Eh, yo, yo yo
This is Ying Yang Twins
With a ghetto public service announcement
Red light, red light
Stay by yourself, by yourself

Smoke by myself, drink by myself
Fuck the hoes by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self

Smoke by myself, drink by myself
Fuck the hoes by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self

Nigga dwell on it, can't he, so tell on me
Got my bitch all at the crib, try to smell on a nigga
Wanna stay around him but when I'm sitting on the couch
She keep me saying, 'Auh' 'cuz she grabbin' on my crouch
Now I already know, thinking to myself what the fuck somebody
told
Had to have been one little nigga that I showed
Some shit that they never should have seen, anyhow
All hell nigga hatin' on me now

Smokin' on my weed, steady drinkin' on my beer
Hell now, nigga get the fuck up out of here
Can't hold one so you can't hold your tongue
Nigga lips smackin' like she chew bubble gum
Tell her where I been, what I did, who I'm with
Said, he see me with two bitches
That's when I said it, I gotta stay the fuck away from he
I'ma

Smoke by myself, drink by myself
Fuck the hoes by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self

Smoke by myself, drink by myself
Fuck the hoes by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self

Smokin' weed by myself, drinkin' Henn by myself
Fuckin' hoes by myself, I fuss with nobody else
Now red light, child started a fight
Just talking all about us and whilin', it's alright
I hate when my brothers fuckin' up undercovas
Shorty, did I stutter？ Go get another rubba
Shorty is shakin' like blubba, shorty that want me to cut her
Too many niggas in the house, time to get out

I get freaky in the back while you play at your work
I'm hitting the fat monkey and damn your girl chunky
Haven't seen what I've been, I'm drinkin' all alone
On the phone with my B L U N T 'course every day
I white out, acamo, Philly, or Marseilles
Give a fuck about a bitch, what that muthafucka say？
Who gives a shit, grab a bitch in the club
Show her love with a dub and them niggas hatin' 'cuz I

Smoke by myself, drink by myself
Fuck the' hoes by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self

Smoke by myself, drink by myself
Fuck the' hoes by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self

Smoke by myself, drink by myself, fuck by myself
'Cause I was born by my goddamn self
Fuck, run train that shit lame
I'd rather be one on one with a bitch gettin' brain
Too many heads on a blunt, nigga don't get high
I don't give a fuck, if ya got five
Every now and then you chip and you wanna get Henn
But you never got a twinny twin twin

Don't roll trees, hey man, shit, take it from me
You better hope ya get drunk from the Pepsi
I ain't taking nobody with me
I'ma ride by myself, get high by myself, get drunk by myself
Fuck this hoe by my goddamn self
'Cause don't nobody hold your own like your own
That's why we on our own 'cuz I'ma

Smoke by myself, drink by myself
Fuck the hoes by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self

Smoke by myself, drink by myself
Fuck the hoes by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self

Smoke by myself, drink by myself
Fuck the hoes by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self

Smoke by myself, drink by myself
Fuck the hoes by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self
For real by my goddamn self

See now when you do, what you do, how you do, what you do
When you do, what you do, nobody can tell on you
If you all by yourself
Say it, I don't need no friends, I don't need no foes
I'ma drink my Henn and choke all out the door
Now everybody said goodbye, get your hand that burns
Bitch, reverse, reverse, bitch

Everybody, everybody, we just playin'
Everybody but me, Ying Yang Twins out for the 2001
Went down to the jukebox


11.Whistle While You Twerk

whistle while you twurk
go head and start and make that
pussy fart and whistle while you
twurk (twurk summin).

{ying yang twins}
ying yang in this thang
(ying yang).

Let me see you make that pussy fart
good lord make it shake like a salt shaker
to hard get it up to you can't ugh no moe
see I love when you hoes take it to tha floor
baby bounce biggy bounce ugh it's on you
shouty you can twurk in your skirt if you want
to see we came to keep it crunk for ya all night
put a dub in tha club show me what I like.

These bitches make money in tha club these
hoes like to take it off for a thug you can't come
with nothin less than a dub or she lookin at yo ass
like a scrub these hoes like it when a nigga show em
love and she'll show you what she really made of I
guarantee yo ass wouldn't get enough tell her pop that
shit drop that shit 'WHAT'.


Where them hoes that's buying me a ticket I thank
they all dance at club nikki's now where them hoes who
be spittin that game I thank they all dance at tha blue flame
where them hoes that be hard booty shakin I thank they all
dance at tha foxxy lady.

I know she a shakin booty hoe no teaser she ain't no sceaser
when ya all fat pleaser now where them bitches that be quick to
show them titties I thank they all dance at tha magic city I
know
some bitches that be quick to take over you got tha green on
your
scene and strokers.

And whistle while you twurk (twurk) gotta
make that money for sure (sure) you got some
nice lookin titties body look pretty so don't be
scared to twurk (twurk summin).

Say them niggaz in tha club wanna hate wanna touch
her pussy and never wanna pay I said shouty fuck that
nigga do your thang I see your crunk tiger stripe G- strang
it's bout that dollar bill then pepermint see them hoes
represent
for their rent.

If you in a booty club and you get your money spent and baby
mama now she wonder where it went.


Some of these bitches be real they hard knock once
you get em crunck they start and they want stop hoes
get naked for cheese they love that take tha baddest bitch
in tha club I fucked that some these bitches been crunk since
first day some of these bitches in tha club they don't play half
these bitches who shake it they turn gay niggaz gone pay to see
pussy anyway (ahh,ahh).

Some of these niggaz be walkin tha thin line fuckin
wit these hoes wit no clothes and no mind baby girl out
to get money she gone shine everyday of work she gone be
there on time her pussy poppin shouty be sweatin like she
noid kinda like tha way that thang be like a hard turn around
yeah that's it good lord tryin to do a chinese split and make it
fart.

And whistle while you twurk (twurk) and let me see you
work (work) get off in tha club wit a tru city thug and sip some
erk and jerk so if you want this floor (floor) just how low can
you
go (go) let me see you grab tha pole and touch them toes now
take
it to tha floor.


lil lower now .


12.A!

Fuck them mutha fuckin niggaz and them hoes
and them niggaz that be talkin that smack
Act on those pussy muthafuckaz or those hoes'll
put this trouble on your nutsac
Pack, let a nigga know nigga know do you wanna go that far with
us
Do you wanna go to war with us
Do you really thank that you gonna stop a, top a, drop a, NO
With a nigga in tha street (？) heapin at me, he a true city thug
Yeah, ha nigga what？ When you trapped in a cut, ain't nobody
showin no love
Hoes lookin for a he'll hold to clapped, cuz bitch you already
some
If you lookin for a shell to hide behind that mean you (？) from
a punk, BITCH!

Chorus： 2x
A! A! A! A!
Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha
A! A! A! A!
Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha
A! A! A! A!
Nigga what da fuck, nigga whatcha say, ha
A! A! A! A!
Do you know the price you pay

You lay down low for hoes
Get that mat out your nose
You heard the same story told
From beginnin to old
I give a fuck no mo', bitch 'bout the cheese
Hangin round a nigga cuz he drinkin and smokin weed
Ridin on them D'z
Thugs ride clean
Mo' gone mean,
Just many peepin out that scene, gotta make that money man
So I'm headin to the trap
First hit the Micky D'z, dropped da crib to take a nap
Nigga! Nigga! Nigga!

Chorus： 2x

You flip the script
I'm gonna kick the shit, for all of my thugs(echo)
Ask me was up, what you got on the dub, but I have no love for
scrub(echo)
I gotta get mine, so I grab so Hennessy some weed so I can get
crunk
If I get and itchy finger on my finger on da trig-
I'ma put this nig- in da trunk
Don't waste no time, this killa be kill, I ain't fin to die by
this shit
Don't waste no time, just walk up to em, squeeze, and lets get
what I need
Drag the body in the creek getta burn rubber cuz I gotta fleed
the scene
No time to go to jail for a murder case all the thugs,
judge you know what I mean (echo)

Chorus： 2x

Some of these niggaz be fuckin' ya'll quick, nigga,
what you taught my Ying Yang Twins (？) still runnin' up at the
(？)
Some of these niggaz be perpetratin'
On the side-lines, instigatin
Nigga like me be concetrate, quick to start regulate
Grab yo' shit, ya gon' get killed, times up anyway
Fuckin wit the Ying Yang Twins don't you know the price you pay
Obviously you don't cuz you still wanna run ya mouth
When you hear that A!(echo) we tell em bout that dirty south

Chorus： 2x


13.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


14.Me And My Brother

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 there and protest, my nerves is bad
And say I gave a wedding ring threw 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
Easy 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 to 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 (drankin' is a most do)
If you drankin' I got you (If you drankin' I got you)
I got some orange juice and grey 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

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, Im 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 as 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

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


15.What's Hapennin

WHAT'S HAPPENIN'
Ying Yang Twins feat. Trick Daddy


Miiiaaammmmiiii... (echo)
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 attitude
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' then ask my brother
You still don't believe me then 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' Azz
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？


16.Wait (Whisper In Your Ear)

Hey how you doin lil mama？ lemme whisper in your ear
Tell you sunthing that you might like to hear
You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft
Mind if i touch it？ and see if its soft
Naw i'm jus playin' lets just say i can
And im known to be a real nasty man
And they say a closed mouth dont get fed
So i dont mind asking for your head
You heard what i said, we need to make our way to the bed
And you can start usin' yo head
You like to fuck, have yo legs open all in da butt
Do it up slappin ass cuz the sex gets rough
Switch the positions and ready to get down to business
So you can see what you've been missin'
You might had some but you never had none like this
Just wait til you see my dick

Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait til you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat pussy up
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat pussy up

Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM,
B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM

Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da
pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy
Up, Beat da pussy up


You fine, but i aint gone sweat ya
See i wanna fuck, tell me whats up
Walk around the club with yo thumb in ya mouth
Put my dick in, take your thumb out
There might be a lil ？ to deal with
Wet ？ hope they dont spill shit
I keep a hoe hot when i'm puttin' in work
Wanna skeet skeet you bout to get your feelin's hurt
Cuz I'll beat dat cat with a dog
And knock da walls of a broad til she scrawl
Like (OOOOOH!)
Yea something like that, but it depends on the swing of the
baseball bat
Fuck a bitch on da counter make the
Place fall mats
On the floor she aint screamin she a nut so they crack
Crack...crack
Fuck that bend over imma give you the dick

Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait til you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat pussy up
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat pussy up

Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM,
B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM

Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da
pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy
Up, Beat da pussy up

(OOOOOOOH!)


17.whisper song

Hey how you doin lil mama？ lemme whisper in your ear
Tell you sunthing that you might like to hear
You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft
Mind if i touch it？ and see if its soft
Naw i'm jus playin' lets just say i can
And im known to be a real nasty man
And they say a closed mouth dont get fed
So i dont mind asking for your head
You heard what i said, we need to make our way to the bed
And you can start usin' yo head
You like to @#%$, have yo legs open all in da butt
Do it up slappin ass cuz the sex gets rough
Switch the positions and ready to get down to business
So you can see what you've been missin'
You might had some but you never had none like this
Just wait til you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait til you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat @#%$ up
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat @#%$ up
Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM,
B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM,
B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM
Beat da @#%$ up, Beat da @#%$ up,
Beat da @#%$ up, Beat da @#%$ up,
Beat da @#%$ up, Beat da @#%$ up,
Beat da @#%$
Up, Beat da @#%$ up
You fine, but i aint gone sweat ya
See i wanna @#%$, tell me whats up
Walk around the club with yo thumb in ya mouth
Put my dick in, take your thumb out
There might be a lil ？ to deal with
Wet ？ hope they dont spill @#%$
I keep a hoe hot when i'm puttin' in work
Wanna skeet skeet you bout to get your feelin's hurt
Cuz I'll beat dat cat with a dog
And knock da walls of a broad til she scrawl
Like (OOOOOH!)
Yea something like that, but it depends on the swing of the
baseball bat
@#%$ a bitch on da counter make the
Place fall mats
On the floor she aint screamin she a nut so they crack
Crackcrack
@#%$ that bend over imma give you the dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait til you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat @#%$ up
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat @#%$ up
Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM,
B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM
Beat da @#%$ up, Beat da @#%$ up,
Beat da @#%$ up, Beat da @#%$ up,
Beat da @#%$ up, Beat da @#%$ up,
Beat da @#%$
Up, Beat da @#%$ up
(OOOOOOOH!)


18.wait (whisper song) with female lyrics

Hey how you doin lil mama？ lemme whisper in your ear
Tell you sunthing that you might like to hear
You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft
Mind if i touch it？ and see if its soft
Naw i'm jus playin' lets just say i can
And im known to be a real nasty man
And they say a closed mouth dont get fed
So i dont mind asking for your head
You heard what i said, we need to make our way to the bed
And you can start usin' yo head
You like to fuck, have yo legs open all in da butt
Do it up slappin ass cuz the sex gets rough
Switch the positions and ready to get down to business
So you can see what you've been missin'
You might had some but you never had none like this
Just wait til you see my dick

Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait til you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat pussy up
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat pussy up

Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM,
B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM,
B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM

Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up,
Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up,
Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up,
Beat da pussy
Up, Beat da pussy up


I know you see me callin wont you answer your phone
Im tryin tell you baby that im home all alone
Im on some queen size sheets and they made from silk
I got my mouth wide open cause im waitin for milk
Shhhh just listen i want you to hear my kitten
She goes purrr meow meow especially when you put it in your
mouth
I gotta big phat cat and she loves to purrr
Plus she's always hot so i shaved the fur
I gotta a lollipop in it and i licked it
Im layin here wit nuthin on but some fish nets
And im wetter then niagra flicks on the plasma oooohhhh i just
popped a viagra Stop what you doin cum get it
You stick your finger in it now lick it
Wait till ya see my clit ow
wait yill ya see my clit hey boy
wait till ya see my clit you gone beat this pussy up like
pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow pow
eat the pussy up eat the pussy up
eat the pussy up eat the pussy up
eat the pussy up eat the pussy up


You fine, but i aint gone sweat ya
See i wanna fuck, tell me whats up
Walk around the club with yo thumb in ya mouth
Put my dick in, take your thumb out
There might be a lil ？ to deal with
Wet ？ hope they dont spill shit
I keep a hoe hot when i'm puttin' in work
Wanna skeet skeet you bout to get your feelin's hurt
Cuz I'll beat dat cat with a dog
And knock da walls of a broad til she scrawl
Like (OOOOOH!)
Yea something like that, but it depends on the swing of the
baseball bat
Fuck a bitch on da counter make the
Place fall mats
On the floor she aint screamin she a nut so they crack
Crack...crack
Fuck that bend over imma give you the dick

Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait til you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat pussy up
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Wait you see my dick
Ay bitch! wait til you see my dick
Imma beat dat pussy up

Like
B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM,
B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM,
B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM

Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up,
Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up,
Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up,
Beat da pussy
Up, Beat da pussy up

(OOOOOOOH!)


19.Git it

Git It lyrics
(feat. Ying Yang Twinz)

yeah! yeah! unh Collipark in da house (alright)
Slick! we got bun b (bun b)
ying yang twins
check it out
collipark drop dem beats that'll rock ya world (thats right)
got bun b and ying yang in dis in this thang so git git git git
git git git it gurl

git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl
(show dem hoes wat u workin wit)

baby gotta eat ya betta git right
magic city monday dats da crunk night
dat patrone git a nigga good shiverin
physked 4 so wide these hoes b deliverin
wit some poppin and shakin bring her home 2 bakin
these hoes r fully taken wit no clothes dat mean they naked
wat da hell u waitin on yo ass betta git it
these thugs in da club u betta come on wit it
drop it pop it shake it roll it whoa
bitch gotta nigga sittin on swo
losin control of dat liquoir
hell yea i like da way she put dat thing on a nigga
she playin wit my mind
c da bitch is fine
i cant make her mind but i can drop a dime
we want her 2 dance
dis yo chance
2 leave da club wit his print showin in his pants

git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl
(show dem hoes wat u workin wit)

damn look at dat face look at those eyes
look at dem hips look at those thighs
got dat apple bottom baby phat top
baby gurl u a bad mother (boy stop)
gurl i aint trippin and i aint hatin
but ive been watchin and ive been waitin
like da way dat ya shake dat thang
lookin like u finna break that thang
u need 2 let me take dat thang
back 2 da pad
cuz when i put it on ya betcha ya wont b mad
u know i go hard then i go deep
and dis along long we dont need no sleep
havin ya do thangs that ur last man couldnt
lick da lollipop while i play wit da puddin
yea u said u wouldnt
i know u would
dont b scared its all good
gon git it

git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl
(show dem hoes wat u workin wit)

drop it down low hoe shake dat shit
get fucked 4 a nigga git loose wit it bitch
hold on if ya really want some
git ur ass on da flo and git crunk
money comes and go
so its best to git ur ass on da floor
while im poppin dat pussy and hittin it low
i gotta 10 20 30 40 50 dolla bills
4 yo ass 2 git crunk show me all yo skills
keep it real even though i know ur a lady
but ur still in da booty club naked shake it
hold back shit gurl show me wat u got
then shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it shake it for a
hot 10
bitch git crunk lemme ya hit a split
drop ya ass up and down like ya ridin on a dick
i came 2 da the club 2 put some money in yo bra so git it git it
git it git it git it git it gurl

git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git it git it (git it gurl)
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git it gurl
git git git git git git git git git git git git git it gurl
(show dem hoes wat u workin wit)

git it gurl
git it gurl
git it (git it) git it gurl (git it) git it (git it) git it gurl
(git it) git it (git it) git it gurl
show dem hoes wat ur workin wit


20.Salt Shaker Remix

Lyricist：D'angelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Craig D Love, Jonathan H Smith

Oh, shawty crunk, on the floor wide open
Skeet so much, they call her Billy ocean
Roll, like a 18 wheeler
(Whomp, whomp)
That ho fine, but this ho a killa

Ho's be drunk on it, pop
Let me see ya shake it baby
When you do the walk on it

Shake it like a salt shaker
Tremble like a vibrator
Shake it like a salt shaker
Tremble like a vibrator

So fresh, so mufuckin' clean
If a booty's a drug, then I'ma fiend
She slangin' like a damn drug dealer

Nice size booty, but I wish it was bigger
She pretty, like a 9 to 10
She wit it, and so is her frien
(C'mon)

Shake it like a salt shaker
(Shake it like a salt shaker)
Maybe we can talk later
(Maybe we can talk later)

When the sun goes down, and my dick grows bigga
How many bitches, wanna fuck dis nigga
Named Crack, and I ain't mad at dat
But all these wack bitches, where the bad ones at

Where the chicks make a nigga want marry dat
Make a nigga go and treat？ Buy a Cadillac
(A Cadillac)
I'm just gassin' black, tella
What she wanna hear 'cuz her ass is fat

Shawty crunk, on the floor wide open
Skeet so much, they call her Billy ocean
Roll, like a 18 wheeler
(Whomp, whomp)
That ho fine, but this ho a killa

Ho's be drunk on it, pop
Let me see ya shake it baby
When you do the walk on it

Shake it like a salt shaker
Tremble like a vibrator
Shake it like a salt shaker
Tremble like a vibrator

Let the ho's in free, let the ho's in free
Let the ho's in free, let 'em in, let 'em in
Let the ho's in free, let the ho's in free
Let the ho's in free, let 'em in, let 'em in

Now throw dat thang like it's off da chain
Throw dat thang like it's off da chain
Throw dat thang like it's off da chain
Throw dat thang like it's off da chain

Welches, strawberry it ain't jam
A hundred percent beef, shit it ain't spam
I'm so freaky, they stay treatin' me
Neck bricked up, chick stay gettin' licked up

I been hurtin' 'em, been Prada shoe, Chanel skirtin' 'em
Been murkin' 'em, O been workin' 'em
Queen of the south, they wanna do me
They wanna chew me, they just love the ghetto booty

Shawty crunk, on the floor wide open
Skeet so much, they call her Billy ocean
Roll, like a 18 wheeler
(Whomp, whomp)
That ho fine, but this ho a killa

Ho's be drunk on it, pop
Let me see ya shake it baby
When you do the walk on it

Shake it like a salt shaker
Tremble like a vibrator
Shake it like a salt shaker
Tremble like a vibrator

She rollin', just look at how she movin'
Niggas breakin' dey necks to see what she doin'
She got a big fat uhn, in between there
I hope it's clean in there, before I get in there
Have you ever had a date wit a millionaire

Wit canary yellow diamonds shining everywhere
Slow motion, like Soulja told ya
Cut dat bullshit and shake it like a ho suppose ta

Hot gurl, where ya at get loose
Stand right here, show me whatchu could do
Break it off, let me see ya tear it down
Do it like, my gurl Mo from uptown

Shake wit it, ya shape like a Coke bottle
Walk wit it for me like a Hollywood model
Dayum, you doing dat there
Ya man say he gon put his shoe in dat there

Shawty crunk, on the floor wide open
Skeet so much, they call her Billy ocean
Roll, like a 18 wheeler
(Whomp, whomp)
That ho fine, but this ho a killa

Ho's be drunk on it, pop
Let me see ya shake it baby
When you do the walk on it

Shake it like a salt shaker
Tremble like a vibrator
Shake it like a salt shaker
Tremble like a vibrator

I got ya bitch pussy poppin' in her pants
The beat got her ass in a trance
Holdin' up her got damn hands
Like I dunno why I wanna dance

But she shook-it, shook-it, shake-it
Every time she get a chance
In the booty club, is the place to be
But the bitch so crunk, she'll shake for free
Got her all pumped, dat what you gon see
Bald head ping pepper dat punani

My name thang, I'm dayum sho glad I came
Butt naked bitches gettin' off da chain
Bouncin' dat ass, like she ridin' a dick
Here's a T in twenty, keep dancin' bitch

'Cuz I like the way you shake dat shit
Me and my brother in dis bitch
Show a nigga whatchu workin' wit
I see ho's, ho's, and mo ho's
And none of these bitches, got on some clothes

Oh, shawty crunk, on the floor wide open
Skeet so much, they call her Billy ocean
Roll, like a 18 wheeler
(Whomp, whomp)
That ho fine, but this ho a killa

Ho's be drunk on it, pop
Let me see ya shake it baby
when you do the walk on it

Shake it like a salt shaker
Tremble like a vibrator
Shake it like a salt shaker
Tremble like a vibrator


21.Halftime

Lyricist：Derek Crooms, Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric
Jackson, J. Maddux, Carl Young

Oh, oh
Okay, okay, okay, okay
Oh
Hey, I'm trying to get crunk
C R U N K

Tell 'em how we gonna call, crunk
Tell 'em why they don't want none, crunk
Tell 'em why they better run, crunk crunk, crunk
Stand up and get crunk, crunk
Stand up and get crunk, crunk

Here we come to get you, you better get crunk
Here we come to get you, a little bit more crunk
Here we come to get you, you better get crunk
Here we come to get you, a little bit more crunk

Crank it up, that's what we gonna do
Crank you up, me and my brother we came to get crunk
We won't stop, we keep on comin' 'cause
We won't quit, that's why we keep bringin' it

We drop in everything you poppin'
From the Ying Yang Twins again
To make your adrenaline, pump right on through your skin
And make that crunk again, crunk

Two thou, niggaz playin' of them
But we came on back 'cause we needed to win
We jumped out like a Jack and a Russel
Like I added with fag doing sack in my sock

Tell 'em how we gonna call, crunk
Tell 'em why they don't want none, crunk
Tell 'em why they better run, crunk crunk, crunk
Stand up and get crunk, crunk
Stand up and get crunk, crunk

Here we come to get you, you better get crunk
Here we come to get you, a little bit more crunk
Here we come to get you, you better get crunk
Here we come to get you, a little bit more crunk

Okay, okay, okay, okay

Ladies and gentlemen
If you haven't had enough
You better hide you lunch
'Cause, we 'bout to eat that ass up

Crunk, crunk, crunk, crunk
Crunk, crunk, crunk, crunk

Eat they ass up, oh
Eat they ass up, oh
Eat they ass up, oh
Eat they ass up, oh

Eat they ass up, oh
Eat they ass up, oh
Eat they ass up, oh
Eat they ass up, oh

Okay, okay, okay, okay

Stand up and get crunk
Stand up and get crunk

Here we come to get you, you better get crunk
Here we come to get you, a little bit more crunk
Here we come to get you, you better get crunk
Here we come to get you, a little bit more crunk

People all ova the world jump
Everybody in the bleachers get crunk
Listen here buddy this ain't what you want
Blue fifty-two, break, duck

DY go left while I'm fakin' the K
When I'm done you gonna remember my name
It's H O M E bwoi, look I'm home bwoi
Now that I'm up in my zone bwoi

Pack up, I'm sendin' you home bwoi
Take you up outta the dome bwoi
If you didn't know you should of known bwoi
Should've thought about changin' your tone bwoi

Betta not let us catch you alone bwoi
Crack heads like we made of stone bwoi
You ain't come out you betta be gone bwoi

Tell 'em how we gonna call, crunk
Tell 'em why they don't want none, crunk
Tell 'em why they better run, crunk
Crunk, crunk
Stand up and get crunk, crunk
Stand up and get crunk

Here we come to get you, you better get crunk
Here we come to get you, a little bit more crunk
Here we come to get you, you better get crunk
Here we come to get you, a little bit more crunk


22.Angels

I sit and wait does an angel contemplate my fate and do they
know the places were we go when we're grey and old 'cause ive
been told that salvation lets their wings unfold
so when i'm lying in my bed through my head and i feel that
loveis dead i'm loving angels insted
chorus：
and through it all he offrs me protection, a lot of love and
affection
whether i'm right or wrong and down the waterfall wherever it
may take me i know that life won't break me when i come to call
he won't for sake me i'm loving angels insted
when i'm feeling weak and my pain walks down a one way street l
look above and i know i'll always be blessed with love and as
the feeling
grows he breathes flesh to my bones and when love is dead i'm
loving angels insted
chorus


23.Twurkulator

Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, C. Dorsey, Gar, Deongelo Holmes, Eric
Jackson, C Young

Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

I'm givin' you 5 seconds to get your big booty ass on the floor
And do that brand new dance that Ying Yang came back with
Twurk somethin' come here! Twurk somethin' come here!

The dance is called the Twurkulator
So put your booty on duty and represent for da rent
'Cause Ying Yang is doin' this thing
And we ain't goin nowhere!

This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Shorty down and get drunk or she'll drink a
If her momma knew she was crunk, she'll spank her
Shorty down to get bread
Fuck a nigga shakin' in the club that's what I said

Everything is a reason
We loose and have dues, it's all season
You gotta be down for the cause
When they comin' up out them draws
Don't be pullin' them off at the job

Shorty like hittin' the club 'cause she like to dance
Gettin' freaky on the floor doin' the 3 point stance
And she got a fat monkey down in her pants
She a hatta like biggy, gimmie one more chance

And she like gettin' freaky like a fuck bitch
The way she twurk, I betcha she could ride a good dick
If ya like what I'm sayin', you gotta be able
To get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Take a bitch form the club back to the crib
Take them clothes off, lemme see them pussy-lips
You know what time it is, so why you wastin' it？
You wanna fuck, I wanna fuck so why you fakin' it？

You like to ride a dick or do it doggy style
I'll show you new tricks and do it froggy style
I gotta a long deep pole for da deep pussy hole
If the pussy too tight, then the pussy gettin' swole

This is for da women who love to get kinky
D-Rock and Pain like the Brain and Pinky
Gunna take over the world like buyin' the mansions
For them girls who like to fuck with them big ol' asses

Back it up bend on ova then touch your toes
I got a friend got me in 'cuz she given to these hoes
Beat this ho make that pussy moan
While we in the bed ask me why I act this way and I said

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Now Terry, she's a Twurkulator
Small and petite like her name was Jeda
All in the mall is where I made her
She asked me where I thought a real G could take her

Real did I'm a woody wood pecker type of feely feel man
She said, 'You carry on like a true playa'
I told her came to was a Twurkulator

Georgia got some Twurkulators
Down in Florida, they got some Twurkulators
Alabama, they got some Twurkulators
North, South Carolina got some Twurkulators

New York got some Twurkulators
Detroit got some Twurkulators
Milwaukee got some Twurkulators
And wherever I forgot is some Twurkulators

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators
This shit for the Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick from the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

It's time, it's time


24.Naggin' Part II

Lyricist：Shandrialia Alexander, Charlotte Crooms, Michael Antoine
Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson

What it is？
Most of us women, we just good at what we do
But what y'all need to remember is, don't 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' ass
That's why a bitch be naggin'

When you get here, I'll be gone
I've always known, I should'a left yo ass alone
That's why a bitch be

When you get here, I'll be gone
I've always known, I should'a left yo ass alone
That's why a bitch be

This is for them, niggaz
Who be swearin', they catchin' no feeling's
'Cause don't get yourself caught up in a mess
'Cause half of them poppin', the rest of them flesh y'all

Better pay attention
For I'ma put y'all up on a li'l pimp and listen
When they flip the script
You try it to the hip and you take it to they whip

Yeah, I'ma tell you what I can't stand
It's when I end up with a half ass man
Gotta be like momma, hold his hand
Treat you like shit 'cause that's all you understand

All you care 'bout is hoes and them clothes and them shows
Comin' home 3 and 4 every night
And got 'nan other time talkin' to me outta line
When your boyz 'round, you always wanna shine

Every now and then you get mad
You treat me bad and it makes me sad
Always in the street chasin' ass
That's why a bitch be naggin'

When you get here, I'll be gone
I've always known, I should'a left yo ass alone
That's why a bitch be

When you get here, I'll be gone
I've always known, I should'a left yo ass alone
That's why a bitch be

Make money, grip, keep your jewels and your chick on the side
And your clubs and your dubs and your chromed out ride
And you E of your go shit, if you wanna go jit
Go get, go skit mutherfuckin' go swurr

You don't think I understand
I ain't give up everything for you to be playin'
Oh, you think you slick when you tell me she only your friend
Damn right, I'ma trip nigga where you been, hold up

Wut'chu talkin' 'bout throwin' them blows, I drop them geez
And them bows that you want all for
'Cause you use to them fake ass hoez
Use to them broke ass knows, go down foes

I be goin' in on a hen for ten on your dub, so show your girl
love
I'm all in your ear 'cause you smokin' on that herb
And you 'bout to hit the curb and you getting on my nerves

Every now and then you get mad
You treat me bad and it makes me sad
Always in the street chasin' ass
That's why a bitch be naggin'

When you get here, I'll be gone
I've always known, I should'a left yo ass alone
That's why a bitch be

When you get here, I'll be gone
I've always known, I should'a left yo ass alone
That's why a bitch be

Man, you know it's all about your loot
And don't be getting mad at me and actin' stupid
I ain't the one to be on the phone
I'ma hit the streets, I ain't stayin' home alone nigga, I'm gone

Yeah, I'm with another friend
He got dividends and he drive a big black Benz
You ain't lickin' and stickin' it
Suckin' up on nothin', we know that hood stop frontin'

Now it's a damn shame that you demented me trick
I ain't never had no love for no bitch
Niggaz 'cause they hoes to me
I'm only with you because I chose to be

But now I'm on my way up out the door
Do I wanna think about it？ Hell, no
You shoulda thought about that before I gotta leave you alone
And I'ma take everything in the home for the dog and the bone

Every now and then you get mad
You treat me bad and it makes me sad
Always in the street chasin' ass
That's why a bitch be naggin'

When you get here, I'll be gone
I've always known, I should'a left yo ass alone
That's why a bitch be

When you get here, I'll be gone
I've always known, I should'a left yo ass alone
That's why a bitch be


Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Jerry Duplessis, Deongelo Holmes,
Eric Jackson, Wyclef Jean

Ladies and thugs
Please report to the dance floor
It's Ying Yang Twins and we're about to
Take over the game, game, game, game

Say 1, say 2, say you know what to do
We're gon' start the fun
We're gon' get it started
That's why we're the 2 Live Crew

Man, I hate when the club be dead
Ain't nobody dancin' 'cause they scared
Get your ass on the floor and dance
Why you came in the club, are you mad？

Drop the rhythm to the boogie of the beat
This ain't Miami but we bringin' all the Heat
The ATL is on the map
2 young playas, you know we gon' snap

Englewood, East Atlanta
World wide with this country grammar
Ying Yang Twins back again
'Bout to save your life like the Superfriends

Yep, we so hot, yeah
We so hot, yeah
We so hot, yeah
Somebody bring me water

We so hot, yeah, water
We so hot, yeah, water
We so hot, yeah
Somebody bring me water

I said boom, bang, tick, tock
The Ying Yang Twins, they known to beat the block
So when our s＊＊＊ drop
You know damn well the album gon' pop

They wish that we stop
We ain't said it now but our s＊＊＊ gon' pop
Ying, Ying, Yang, Yang
In the game, ain't a damn thing changed

Dance on the floor, get crunk, get your groove on
There's somebody hatin' that's when you bust a move on
You came in the club to have a good time
So crunk, you done cranked up a soul train line

Now everybody dance on the floor
Everybody watchin', wanna see sum more
So let yourself go, you in the club
You see me in the club, I'ma crank it up

We so hot, yeah
We so hot, yeah
We so hot, yeah
Somebody bring me water

We so hot, yeah, water
We so hot, yeah, water
We so hot, yeah
Somebody bring me water

We back, we back, we back
We back, we back
We back, we back

We so hot, yeah
We so hot, yeah
We so hot, yeah
Somebody bring me water

We so hot, yeah, water
We so hot, yeah, water
We so hot, yeah
Somebody bring me water

Say 1, say 2, say you know what to do
We're gon' start the fun
We're gon' get it started
That's why we're the 2 Live Crew

Man, I hate when the club be dead
Ain't nobody dancin' 'cause they scared
Get your ass on the floor and dance
Why you came in the club, are you mad？

Bring me water, water, water
Bring me water, water, water
Bring me water, water, water
Bring me water


26.Put That Thang Down Featuring Teedra Moses

Lyricist：Tony Butler, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Chris James, La
Marquis Jefferson, Craig Love, Teedra Shenita Moses, Jonathan H
Smith

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 like

She fine as a super model
Built like a Coke bottle
Her hips like handle bars
Shorty's stopping all the cars

Yup, put that thang down
Do it, put that thang down
Get to it, put that thang down
She's good, put that thang down

Hey, how ya doin' lil mama？ D Roc's my name
Let me introduce you to my brother Kaine
I am the Ying, yah he's the Yang
Let's sneak off and start handling thangs

Let's make it to my room quick
Hey shorty wait till you see my dick
Let the dog just beat up the cat
Whisper in your ear â½Shorty, how you like dat？â

Pretty in the face, thin in the waist
Got a nice ass right below that place
Tip, drill, grab the ass
See how it feel smooth and silky

Fine as wine, shorty hope she gotta walk behind
Get it a walk behind, she like a lawn mower, nigga
She cuttin' 'em down, cuttin' 'em down

She fine as a super model
Built like a Coke bottle
Her hips like handle bars
Shorty's stopping all the cars

Yup, put that thang down
Do it, put that thang down
Get to it, put that thang down
She's good, put that thang down

Ready for the strip club hoes
Dancin' in the club takin' off they clothes
Twenties, fifties, hundred dollar bills
Making her move quick so you all her steal

We love dat shit
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 â½I like datâ

To the hoe, she shout like a stink face
Shout all was the only reason 'cuz you get paid
Yeah, that's how you getting fed
I mean when a nigga break bread

Yeah, I ain't no Jesus
And plus they need us to crank to club
Like we don't give a fuck

She fine as a super model
Built like a Coke bottle
Her hips like handle bars
Shorty's stopping all the cars

Yup, put that thang down
Do it, put that thang down
Get to it, put that thang down
She's 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 like

Listen here daddy, I'm 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
Her hips like handle bars
Shorty's stopping all the cars

Yup, put that thang down
Do it, put that thang down
Get to it, put that thang down
She's good, put that thang down


27.Saltshaker

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 gone, 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 your 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)


28.Badd Ft. Mike Jones

Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Von Jr Jackson,
Mike Jones

Collipark, hah! Chea! Yo!
Mike Jones! Who？ Mike Jones, Jones!
Hah! Holla at chea, boy baby, yeah!
You killed it on this one man
(Uh huh!)

Chea! We got Ying Yang Twins and Mike Jones in the house
tonight! Yo yo!
(All my dyme pieces)
Collipark and Swishahouse in this bitch, check it out!
Yo, yo

I'm lookin' for a dyme, that's top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
I need a dyme, that's top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
(Hey shawty!)

You want this money then you gotta be a badd bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of you a badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a badd bitch
Aw nah, she ain't no hoe, she just a badd bitch

I'm in the club, lookin' for a badd bitch
In the parking lot, lookin' for a badd bitch
Everywhere I go, I'm tryin' to find that badd bitch
You know me, I gotta keep me a badd bitch

A 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 her friends how the dick made her sleepy

Believe me, when I'm up in it I'm beatin' it
Givin' y'all that Mike Jones' treatment
I could tell by the way she walk that she got it
Body so deadly, you can tell when she drop it

I'm either gonna hit her or I'ma be asked aight
I've seen her walk by me, damn near passed out
Then crept up behind her, told her it was time to
Let a playa like me get in that vagina

I'm lookin' for a dyme, that's top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
I need a dyme, that's top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
(Hey shawty!)

You want this money, then you gotta be a badd bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of you a badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a badd bitch
Aw nah, she ain't no hoe, she just a badd bitch

She a ghetto ass bitch with some ghetto ass game
In the club where she work and she poppin' that thing
Said the bread keep her fed and the head at the bar
She could never breathe on a nigga dick and made 'em come

Come one!
(Come one!)
Come all!
(Come all!)

Where them hoes like to get wicked balls
And they can't take off they drawers
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
Getting kinky in 69 different ways
Jump on stage she gets paid, so hold off

You got enough money, she taking the clothes off
Look at that, I tought I taw a puttycat
I did, I did, I did taw a puttycat

I'm lookin' for a dyme, that's top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
I need a dyme, that's top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
(Hey shawty!)

You want this money, then you gotta be a badd bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of you a badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a badd bitch
Aw nah, she ain't no hoe, she just a badd bitch

Bitch, move like you got somethin' to prove
Keep runnin' your dick-sucker, who you gonna lose？
I don't wanna hear about your motherfuckin' blues
I'd rather see your ass clap-clap in them shoes
Like bam, bam, bam, bam, wham, wham
I tought I taw a puttycat

Shawty gettin' crunk, love gettin' low
Love it when she take it to the toe
Make that booty roll, take her clothes off for cheese
Love smokin' weed, and she getting hella freaky on the ecstacy

Do 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 want and like
She a schoolgirl by day and a stripper by night

I'm lookin' for a dyme, that's top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
I need a dyme, that's top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
(Hey shawty!)

You want this money, then you gotta be a badd bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of you a badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a badd bitch
Aw nah, she ain't no hoe, she just a badd bitch


29.Twurklator

Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, C. Dorsey, Gar, Deongelo Holmes, Eric
Jackson, C Young

Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator
(It's time)
I'm givin' you 5 seconds to get your big booty ass on the floor
And do that brand new dance that Ying Yang came back with
Twurk somethin' come here, twurk somethin' come here
(It's time)

The dance is called the Twurkulator
So put your booty on duty and represent for da rent
'Cause Ying Yang is doin' this thing
And we ain't goin' nowhere

This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick form the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Shorty down to get drunk 'cause she a drinker
If her momma knew she was crunk, she'll spank her
(Ahh)
Shorty down to get bread

Fuck a nigga shakin' in the club that's what I said
(Ahh)
Everything is a reason
We loose and have dues it's all season
(Ahh)
You gotta be down for the cause
When they comin' up out them draws
Don't be pullin' them off at the job

Shorty like hitin' the club 'cause she like to dance
Gettin' freaky on the floor doin' the 3-point stance
And she got a fat monkey down in her pants
She a hatta like biggy gimmie one more chance

And she like gettin' freaky like a fuck bitch
The way she twurk I betcha she could ride a good dick
If ya like what I'm sayin'
You gotta be able to get on the floor and do the Twurkulator
(It's time)

This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick form the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Take a bitch form the club back to the crib
Take them clothes off, lemme see them pussy-lips
You know what time it is, so why you wastin' it？
You wanna fuck, I wanna fuck so why you fakin' it？

You like to ride a dick, or do it doggy-style
I'll show you new tricks and do it froggy-style
I gotta a long deep pole for da deep pussy hole
If the pussy too tight, then the pussy gettin' swole

This is for da women who love to get kinky
D-Rock and Pain like the Brain and Pinky
Gunna take over the world like buyin' the mansions
For them girls who like to fuck with them big ol' asses

Back it up bend on over and then touch your toes
I got a friend got me in 'cause she kin' to these hoes
Be the song, make that pussy-moan while we in the bed shorty
If you wanna act this way, then I'll say
(It's time)

This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick form the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

Now Terry, she's a Twurkulator
Small and petite like her name was Jeda
All in the mall is where I made her
She asked me where I thought a real G could take her

I'm a woody-wood pecker type of fella feel me
She said, you carry on like a true playa
I told her came to was a Twurkulator

Georgia, got some Twurkulators
Down in Florida, they got some Twurkulators
Alabama, they got some Twurkulators
North, South Carolina, got some Twurkulators

New York, got some Twurkulators
Detroit, got some Twurkulators
Milwaukee, got some Twurkulators
And wherever I forgot is some Twurkulators

This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick form the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator

This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators
This shit for da Twurkulators

It's for the freaky ass hoes who like to fuck
Get it put in the butt all that freaky stuff
And like to ride a dick form the floor to the table
Get on the floor and do the Twurkulator
(It's time, it's time, it's time)


30.Badd Featuring Mike Jones

Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Von Jr Jackson,
Mike Jones

Collipark, chea, yo
Mike Jones, who？ Mike Jones, Jones
Holla at chea boy baby, yeah
You killed it on this one man, chea
We got Ying Yang Twins and Mike Jones in the house tonight
Yo yo, Collipark and Swishahouse in this bitch
Check it out, yo, yo

I'm lookin' for a dyme, that's top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
I need a dyme, 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 of you a badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a badd bitch
Aw nah, she ain't no hoe she just a badd bitch

I'm in the club, lookin' for a badd bitch
In the parking lot, lookin' for a badd bitch
Everywhere I go, I'm tryin' to find that badd bitch
You know me, I gotta keep me a badd bitch

A 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 her friends how the dick made her sleepy

Believe me, when I'm up in it I'm beatin' it
Givin' y'all that Mike Jones's treatment
I could tell by the way, she walk that she got it
Body so deadly, you can tell when she drop it

I'm either gonna hit her or I'ma be asked aight
I've seen her walk by me, damn near passed out
Then crept up behind her, told her it was time to
Let a playa like me, get in that vagina

I'm lookin' for a dyme, that's top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
I need a dyme, 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 of you a badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a badd bitch
Aw nah, she ain't no hoe, she just a badd bitch

She a ghetto ass bitch with some ghetto ass game
In the club where she work and she poppin' that thing
Said the bread keep her fed and the head at the bar
She could never breathe on a nigga dick and made 'em cum

Come one, come one, come all, come all
Where them hoes like to get wicked balls
And they can't take off they drawers
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
Getting kinky in 69 different ways

Jump on stage, she gets paid, so hold off
You got enough money, she taking the clothes off
Look at that, I tought I taw a puttycat
I did, I did, I did taw a puttycat

I'm lookin' for a dyme, that's top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
I need a dyme, 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 of you a badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a badd bitch
Aw nah, she ain't no hoe, she just a badd bitch

Bitch move, like you got somethin' to prove
Keep runnin' your dick-sucker, who you gunna lose？
I don't wanna hear about your motherfuckin' blues
I'd rather see your ass clap-clap in them shoes

Bam, bam, bam, bam
Wham, wham
I tought I taw a puttycat

Shorty gettin' crunk, love gettin' low
Love it when she take it to the toe, make that booty roll
Take her clothes off for cheese, love smokin' weed
And she getting hella freaky on the ecstacy

Do her dance for me, song after song
Shorty won't stop, she goin' all night long
Now that's a girl who know what she want and like
She a schoolgirl by day and a stripper by night

I'm lookin' for a dyme, that's top of the line
Cute face, slim waist, with a big behind
I need a dyme, 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 of you a badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you a badd bitch
Aw nah, she ain't no hoe, she just a badd bitch


Lyricist：Sara Allen, Michael Antoine Crooms, Jerry Duplessis, Daryl
Hall, Deongelo Holmes, Jr., Eric Von Jackson, Wyclef Jean, John
Oates

Ying Yang, Wycelf, Collipark, let's go

She fine, she fine
She heals, she mine
Black Barbie, I'm Ken
She got hundred men and boostin', yeah

I ain't really tryin' to let you in
But you could spend your Benjamins
You can make no mistake if thinkin' she your friend
This is all about dividends

Wait she like to play games
And she don't care who she play wit
She do what she do
And she gon' get what she gon' get

She hit the club
And she gon' make her money quick
Shake ＊＊＊ down the pole
And make believe the normal beat

I like the way, the way she dance
She take the thug put them in a trance
She shake the, shake the, like an avalanche
Look into her eyes and you takin' a chance

I see the fire in her eyes, fire in her eyes
The way she moves, she got the fire in her eyes
Fire on her waist, fire in her thighs
I love the scandal

She's so dangerous
(Dangerous)
She's so dangerous
(Dangerous)

She's so scandalous
(Scandalous)
I love the scandal, had me sing

Whao, hear she comes
Watch out boy, she'll chew you up
She's dangerous
(Dangerous)

Dangerous
(Dangerous)
I love the scandal

We left school, shawty gon' make me spend all my years
When I leave I'ma tell my friend and we both comin' back again
And I'm lookin' for that girl that danced for me the last time
Shawty, get crunk, so I'ma get her to dance for me one more time

Thick and chalkin', word that, monkey
Pack that money, boy she want it
All that body, they gon' pay her
Shawty, 'bout worry, so we can play her

Dangerous, that girl, scandalous
And the world of girls, boys, where they hang with us

She's so dangerous
(Dangerous)
She's so dangerous
(Dangerous)

She's so scandalous
(Scandalous)
I love the scandal, had me sing

Whoa, hear she comes
Watch out boy, she'll chew you up
She's dangerous
(Dangerous)

She's dangerous
(Dangerous)
I love the scandal

You call your momma, lemme see you move
Dirty dancin' all in the nude
Get crunkish ＊＊＊ she 'bout 5 to 6
So I spend the money to see it

I love them girls that bellydance
Drop it down low, then they shake that ＊＊＊
Like whoa, shawty, look like her ma
Remind me of a Coke Cola bottle

She a bad problem with her mind on the riches
So bad, she pimp him
All about that mighty dolla, yeah
You ain't talkin', pretty boy, she ain't gon' holla

745, she gon' get it
Big ol' house, she'll get it
Tell 'em why she already did it
Oh, boy, alright, rotate about this

Whoa black baby, ram a lam
Whoa black baby, ram a lam
Whoa black baby, ram a lam
Whoa black baby, ram a lam

Yeah, black baby, ram a lam
Yeah, black baby, ram a lam
Yeah, black baby, ram a lam
Yeah, black baby, ram a lam

Wow black baby, ram a lam
Wow black baby, ram a lam
Wow black baby, ram a lam
Wow black baby, ram a lam


Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, Carlos
Thornton

Ying Yang, Collipark, East Park

Ooh, shorty off the chain right there
Baby, I don't mean to stare
I want you to know you're the ＊＊＊ fo' sho', girl
You a dime from head to toe

Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow？

Can I get to know ya？ I wanna be ya friend
You call fo' another when you call every now and then
Ain't tryin' to block your ground or even lock you down
But if you feelin' down, I'll be around

I know you hear the street bumpin', they talks about me
I know your girls be flippin' they talks about me
＊＊＊ what you heard, go for what you see
That was me and them, this is you and me

Breakin' the ice, makin' you laugh
Others get mad, tellin' you that I'ma do bad, girl
They don't want you wit me, yeah, we know that
But they try to get me, did you know that？

I'm fo' sho' that, I wanna store that
Ain't tryin' to fast talk you, we can take it slow, yeah
This is Yang, baby, I'm the Yang, baby
Let me ＊＊＊ that thang and make you sang, baby

Ooh, shorty off the chain right there
Baby, I don't mean to stare
I want you to know you're the ＊＊＊ fo' sho', girl
You a dime from head to toe

Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow？

Hey lil' mama, how you doin', what's yo' name？
Let me holla at ya, get to know you betta
Can we get together and go out sometime？
Hit the movies, get a bite to eat
Have a man sweep you off your feet

Compliment you on your eyes, let it tell you nice things
And whatever you want, he buy you anything
Take a bubble bath, have a couple of laughs in the tub
And doin' everything that make you fall in love

It might seem unheard of but it's true
I don't have a reason to lie to you
I gotcha back, just believe that
You smoke ＊＊＊

Kick it back and relax, watch the sunset
Doin' everything I know you haven't done yet
I'm just sayin' if you ready, just let me know
'Coz from here, we can make our relationship grow and take it
slow

Ooh, shorty off the chain right there
Baby, I don't mean to stare
I want you to know you're the ＊＊＊ fo' sho', girl
You a dime from head to toe

Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow？

Damn, shorty fine, yeah, she a dime
Wanna make her mine, player, I ain't lyin'
Wake from half of the night, she occurs down
Drop a bomb and she calm ＊＊＊ nerves down

6 seconds, 5 more seconds, 4 seconds
3 more seconds, 2 seconds,1 more second
No more seconds, shorty, come in and check it

We done told you 'bout the wild life
You need a man that'll always beat it down right
Show you things you ain't seen in the bedroom
So we a always make the bedroom boom

We a always have fun when we doin' things, freaky things
If you wanna get freaky, we can get freaky
If you ready just let me know
'Coz from here, we can make it grow and take it slow

Ooh, shorty off the chain right there
Baby, I don't mean to stare
I want you to know you're the ＊＊＊ fo' sho', girl
You a dime from head to toe

Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow？

We can take it slow
Take it slow
We can take it slow
Take it slow, oh girl, yeah


Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Jerry Duplessis, Deongelo Holmes,
Eric Jackson, Wyclef Jean

I had a partner named Courtney
Dead, pulled by a van, blood gone from his head
I had another partner named Terry
Dead, he tried to flee the scene before they hit 'em wit the
left

My grandma always said
When it rains it pours
So they're dying like flies
Got me kinda scared to go outdoors

I had a cousin named Ant
Dead, they say the young man only died by the head
The streets all we got it
Boys gon' be boys, me in ya hype
Teach your son to like guns with toys

Now what we supposed to do
When you know you gotta get ya kid enrolled in school？
So you start hanging 'round with the local crew

Have a smoke or two
Start kicking 'em a joke or two
Tell me what the parent's supposed to do？

Go tell momma
(Go tell momma)
To go ask daddy
(To go ask daddy)

That since when was the last time
We were a family
Like we supposed to be

Brothas and sistas
(Brothas and sistas)
Achi cousins I love you
(Achi cousins I love you)

And sometimes we as family
We don't do what we supposed to
So I say

Family, yeah, family
Family, yeah

1979 that's when my momma had me
2006, her oldest son is a daddy
Check it, I got two daughters of my own
They say I degrade women
But they degrade they self

They didn't have help, growing up
She had a dead beat momma
And a dead beat dad

She go and shake, shakes quick in the club
Drop it like it's hot
I tell my kids what to do
And what to do not

I'm a grown and
I gotta feed my kids
So I teach them the right
And wrong way to live

If you feel bad
You need to stop shaking, shaking
And your parents won't be so mad
Might smile at you

If you keep shaking your ＊＊＊ in the club
Ying Yang gon' show you love
Listen, I keep stressing to my daughters stay in school
Learn all you can, yes, I'm a real family man

Go tell momma
(Go tell momma)
To go ask daddy
(To go ask daddy)

That since when was the last time
We were a family
Like we supposed to be, family

Brothas and sistas
(Brothas and sistas)
Achi cousins I love you
(Achi cousins I love you)

And sometimes we as family
We don't do what we supposed to
So I say

Family, yeah, family
Family, yeah

Check this out
I wanna break the music down for a minute
I wanna say something to us
You know I say us 'cause we are a people

We all are equal
If you love your sister, your brother
Your father, your mother

Clap yo' hands
Clap yo' hands
Clap yo' hands
Clap yo' hands

Family, family
Family, family, family

Go tell momma
(Go tell momma)
To go ask daddy
(To go ask daddy)

That since when was the last time
We were a family
Like we supposed to be

Brothas and sistas
(Brothas and sistas)
Achi cousins I love you
(Achi cousins I love you)

And sometimes we as family
We don't do what we supposed to
So I say

Family, family
Family, yeah


Lyricist：Maurice Benjamin Cenac, Michael Antoine Crooms, D'ongelo
Holmes, Eric Jackson

I got money in my hand
I'm 'bout to walk up to her and I ain't playin'
This biz gon' hear what I'm sayin'
'Cause when I'm payin', ＊＊＊, I'm the man

So bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Girl, you know you find this ＊＊＊
Let's get together so we can ＊＊＊
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna ＊＊＊

Up on the man while the jigga love to see the ＊＊＊ pop
The plan is to get a couple a grand outta ＊＊＊ socks
But ＊＊ ain't tippin' fo nuthin'
So shut the ＊＊＊ up and dance, keep on struttin'

Big booty butt nigga hoe dance in the club
Nigga so good, got me wanna ＊＊＊
My ＊＊＊ hard then a motha ＊＊＊
(What you say？)
My ＊＊＊ hard then a motha ＊＊＊

Pokin' out my pants
Boy, I'm gon' tear that ＊＊＊ up if I ever get the chance
Then grab that ＊＊＊ with my motha ＊＊＊ hand
The midnight hood don't be playin'

So you like it rough, well, come here then
You really love to ＊＊＊, well, come here then
Your wicked dance got me outta control
I just wanna see if you can bust it open

So bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Girl, you know you find this ＊＊＊
Let's get together so we can ＊＊＊
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna ＊＊＊

Yeah, I walk in the club got a thousand ones
Got your pretty ＊＊＊ in the club, show me some
Damn, my ＊＊＊ hard then a motha ＊＊＊
(What you say？)
My ＊＊＊ hard then a motha ＊＊＊

Old school like tootsie
Roll on in the club and stroke that bad ＊＊＊
＊＊＊ teach that mind all the time for the right dime
It'll blow your mind when you find what they do behind

Now there you ＊＊＊ be showin' a ＊＊＊ some love
Remind me of the movie 'The Players Club'
Hit the green light and ya ain't get in the building
All these ＊＊＊ wanna show us they ＊＊＊

The class of the ＊＊＊ in the ＊＊＊ line
I got a ＊＊＊ for trick, I got a treat for buyin'
That'll sweat the owner
Tell the customer, 'Pie for sale and its sweet potato custard'

So bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Girl, you know you find this ＊＊＊
Let's get together so we can ＊＊＊
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna ＊＊＊

Girl, you know you find this ＊＊＊
Let's get together so we can ＊＊＊
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna ＊＊＊

I got a money in my hand
I'm 'bout to walk up to her and I ain't playin'
This ＊＊＊ gon' hear what I'm sayin'
'Cause when I'm payin', ＊＊＊, I'm the man

So bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open
Bust it open, bust it open

Girl, you know you find this ＊＊＊
Let's get together so we can ＊＊＊
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna ＊＊＊

Girl, you know you find this ＊＊＊
Let's get together so we can ＊＊＊
Me and you, girl, let's just suck
Girl, you know you wanna ＊＊＊


35.What's Happnin!

Lyricist：Michael Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Jr., Eric Von Jackson,
Maurice Young

Miami, hey, hey, hey

Boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？
(What？)

I said boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？

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 attitude, you do shit, that dem hoes on a
rag'll do

Ol' faggot, you better watch yo mouth
Fo' I be in front yo house, when yo ass come out
Ol' bitch ass, hold another nigga dick ass, switch ass nigga
Keep lookin' at a nigga like he 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
Front scrito in the front seat

You ever come my way, it's gon' be gun play
Hey, I ride wit' a AK, get high and spit fire out the AK
Okay, 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 tot 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 dome
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？
(What？)

I said boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？

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' then ask my brother
You still don't believe me then 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 finna 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, â½He can't get upâ
Damn, he fell and he can't get up

Boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？
(What？)

I said boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？

You a soft mothafucka, kind of fag mothafucka
If you mad 'cause you like it never had mothafucka
Fuck yo ass mothafucka, that's the past mothafucka
And I know the fact make ya mad mothafucka

It is what I thought nigga think it ain't
For real, you lame and we off the chain
And the T-Double-D, we bolo
Fuck hoes, nigga ride by my dolo

Get the keys to my car and I jump in
Hit the liquor store, buy my cigars and gin
Get drunk and I'm off in the wind
Lookin' for a lil' 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 ugly

Boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？
(What？)

I said boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happnin'？

Hey, hey, hey
Oh my God, from the south to the bottom
Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins beatin' ass
Collipark Music Incorporated, this the next level right here
It's that crunk party, all these niggaz doin' this crunk music
We crunk party nigga, be original wit' it
Hey man who really run the south？


36.What's Happenin

Lyricist：Michael Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Jr., Eric Von Jackson,
Maurice Young

Miami
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 happenin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'？
(What？)

Boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
Boom, bitch what's happenin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'？
(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 attitude
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
Hey, 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 happenin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'？
(What？)

Boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
Boom, bitch what's happenin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'？
(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
'Cuz 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 happenin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'？
(What？)

Boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
Boom, bitch what's happenin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'？
(What？)

You a soft mo'fucka, kind of gay mo'fucka
If you mad 'cuz 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 is what I thought nigga think it ain't
For real 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 happenin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'？
(What？)

Boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
Boom, bitch what's happenin'？
(What？)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'？
(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 Incorporated
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？


37.Wiggle Then Move

Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson

Guess who's back in this bitch
To take over this muthafuckin' club？

Ying Ying Yang Yang
Ying Ying Yang Yang
Ying Ying Yang Yang
Ying Ying Yang Yang

Ying Ying Yang Yang
Ying Ying Yang Yang
Ying Ying Yang Yang
Ying Ying Yang Yang

I like it when she stompin', poppin'
Ghetto droppin', shorty walkin'
Make your eyes jump out the sockets
She got money out of all my pockets

Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then move)
Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then move)

Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then move)
Shake it till you can't
Musta hurt broke off your shoes

Damn, bitch, I done broke my heel
Damn, bitch, I done broke my heel
Damn, bitch, I done broke my heel
Cheeder cheese Sunday night be too real

Takin' it off class ain't nothing but salt
Shakin' it off ,she breakin' niggas off by long
Hold up wait a minute here's the deal
HO's shakin' ass just to pay the bills

Keepin' it crunk, movin' to the beat of the bunk
Junk in da trunk, she got it in the back, the hump
She got a round ass chick in the booty
I like the way she throwin' it to me, damn, she doin' it to me

5 dollas, 10 dollas, 20 dollas, more
Check to see her roll when she work the pole
Yeah, make it so a nigga yells sex appeals
So crunk, you might fuck around and break your heel

I like it when she stompin', poppin'
Ghetto droppin', shorty walkin'
Make your eyes jump out the sockets
She got money out of all my pockets

Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then move)
Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then move)

Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then move)
Shake it till you can't
Musta hurt broke off your shoes

Damn, bitch, I done broke my heel
Damn, bitch, I done broke my heel
Damn, bitch, I done broke my heel
Mension that Monday night be too real

Up jump the beat, these bitches is gettin' blown
Smokin' on purple and sippin' on patrone
Money gettin' low from givin' it to ho's
By shakin' they ass and takin' off they clothes

Damn that country bunkin' baby
Ass like a basketball, can I dunk it？
Baby, got back and she know how to use it
I like it when she put her back into it

I ain't even front at da marathon
So you can talk about my ass at the hair salon
You already know what time it is
MR. Nasty time so get crunk in here

I like it when she stompin', poppin'
Ghetto droppin', shorty walkin'
Make your eyes jump out the sockets
She got money out of all my pockets

Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then move)
Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then move)

Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then move)
Shake it till you can't
Musta hurt broke off your shoes

Damn, bitch, I done broke my heel
Damn, bitch, I done broke my heel
Damn, bitch, I done broke my heel
Pin-ups Tuesday night be too real

This ain't 'bout you, this ain't 'bout me
It's 'bout the rent in ya crip from poppin' the pussy
A quick shave back, I'm lovin' that
You can really get to see if the pussy fat

So if your train jump off the track
Stay up on your game, you can get it back
Use what you got to get what you want
Some of y'all do and some of y'all don't

It's for the naked ho's that's flexible and sexy pros
Them the best to roll, it's gettin' all the way loud for real
Shorty so crunk, she done fucked around and broke her heel

I like it when she stompin', poppin'
Ghetto droppin', shorty walkin'
Make your eyes jump out the sockets
She got money out of all my pockets

Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then move)
Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then move)

Wiggle then move
(Wiggle then move)
Shake it till you can't
Musta hurt broke off your shoes

Damn, bitch, I done broke my heel
Damn, bitch, I done broke my heel
Damn, bitch, I done broke my heel

Broke my heel
Broke my heel
Broke my heel

Y'all bitches betta be scared, it's Calipark music
Ying Yang Twins, U.S.A.
United State of Atlanta
We back in this muthafucker by our goddamn self

We don't need no help, yea
We do records with niggas 'cause we want to
Not 'cause we got to, we been doin' this


Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson

Jibby, jibby, jigglin'
Jibby, jibby, jigglin'
Jibby, jibby, jigglin'
Jibby, jibby, jigglin'
Jibby, jibby, jigglin'
Motherf＊＊＊ wigglin'

Motherf＊＊＊, motherf＊＊＊ wigglin'
Jibby, jibby, jigglin'
Jibby, jibby, jigglin'
Jibby, jibby, jigglin'
Motherf＊＊＊ wigglin'

Jiggle, jiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
Jiggle, jiggle

(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Motherf＊＊＊ wigglin')

Now wiggle, wiggle
(Motherf＊＊＊, motherf＊＊＊)
(Motherf＊＊＊ wigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle

(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Motherf＊＊＊ wigglin')

Now jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle,
jiggle
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle
Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle

I'm from the land of the booty booty droppin' droppin'
＊＊＊ poppin', knockin'
N＊＊＊ eyes out they socket, takin' money out they pocket
Shoot 'em to the moon like a mother motherf＊＊＊ rocket
＊＊＊ start wars, turn ＊＊＊ into stars

Get goose behind bars, then smoke like cigars
I prefer swishas befo' I lick her
I got a tree for this trick, this ＊＊＊ a skeeter
I come, if she came, I win to see her

So 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12
This stacks is on deck, this ＊＊＊ don't second this, somebody
bail
That's why the ＊＊＊ club sell 'coz a ＊＊＊ rather pay money
Just to see a tail, then they go to the house for his ＊＊＊ to
raise hell
And plus every time she said no, they say yeah, so we are go
fish

Jiggle, jiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
Jiggle, jiggle

(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Motherf＊＊＊ wigglin')

Now wiggle, wiggle
(Motherf＊＊＊, motherf＊＊＊)
(Motherf＊＊＊ wigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle

(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Motherf＊＊＊ wigglin')

When it go wobblin' and shakin', we love to see 'em get naked
So we be spendin' the money to see how up she'll take it
She work that thang on the pole, when she be slidin' down slow
If you ain't been to a booty club, then your ＊＊＊ wouldn't know

So let me paint a picture to make it a bit cleara
I love the club but I don't love no strippaa
Yeah, I'm a tippa, that's why I'm in the club
To see her shake her ＊＊＊ but I ain't fallin' in love

She shake it like a salt shaker, see you now, see you later
Ying Yang Twins, it the strip ＊＊＊ motivator
Make that ＊＊＊ poop if you wanna get the loot
Now bend over, touch your toes, let me see you get low

Make your left cheek jump and your right cheek jump
Now roll, roll, roll, roll, roll that rump
I love to see a naked ＊＊＊ dance, no, I ain't wit that romance
She wibble, wobble and shake it, shawty love to get naked

Jiggle, jiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
Jiggle, jiggle

(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle
(Motherf＊＊＊ wigglin')

Now wiggle, wiggle
(Motherf＊＊＊, motherf＊＊＊)
(Motherf＊＊＊ wigglin')
Wiggle, wiggle

(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Jibby, jibby, jigglin' )
More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle
(Motherf＊＊＊ wigglin')

Yo, you know how to do it
Aight, yep


39.Georgia Dome Remix

Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson

Shawty so crunk, she commin' out her clothes
Dick so big got caught in her throat, do it hurt？
(Yeah)
Do it hurt？
(Hell, yeah)
One lil' two that's what you get when
You let a nigga lick that click

Do you like it？
(Yeah)
Want a nigga to bite it？
(Hell, yeah)
From the cealin'
(From the cealin')
To da flo'
(To da flo')

'Coz that hoe don't want no mo'
(No mo')
That bitch bett 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

Niggas, I'ma tell ya ta can't trust a bitch
For you can smell 'em
Ya betta lick that stamp and mail 'em back
Ova there to da otha fella, I care less

(Like I'm 'spose to)
Always tryna stay fresh
(like I'm 'spose to)
Don't tolerate that stress
(Like I'm 'spose to)
I'll punch a bitch in the breast
(In the chest？)

Yeah, yeah, I caught up wit this hoe
She sucked my dick behind the sto'
And I skited in her throat then a nigga had to go, I had to roll
Then I'm lookin' for another head harder

Georgia dome put your mouth on the dick
Give me Georgia Dome
I love pussy pussy's good but it always bleed when the
Time of the month come.Bitch get your licks

Shawty so crunk, she commin' out her clothes
Dick so big got caught in her throat, do it hurt？
(Yeah)
Do it hurt？
(Hell, yeah)
One lil' two that's what you get when
You let a nigga lick that click

Do you like it？
(Yeah)
Want a nigga to bite it？
(Hell, yeah)
From the cealin'
(From the cealin')
To da flo'
(To da flo')

'Coz that hoe don't want no mo'
(No mo')
That bitch bett 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

Fuck, nigga, that's enough said
See a bitch is only good for a duck head
Quacker, yours degrate and pure jaw jacker
A low self-esteem, nigga, can't out mack her

Bring her to the world of a low down, nigga
She da bomb, you gotta pass the hoe 'round, nigga
Here she come and all boxes fall shawty
Wanna play with the balls, bitch？

Please, I'm hotter than four hundred degrees
The only time you use your mouth is
When you get on your knees
So don't speak, you shouldn't be sayin', nuttin at all

'Coz it's 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
A nigga like me don't wanna hear that shit
So do what the fuck you've been told

Shawty so crunk she commin' out her clothes
Dick so big got caught in her throat, do it hurt？
(Yeah)
Do it hurt？
(Hell, yeah)
One lil' two that's what you get when
You let a nigga lick that click

Do you like it？
(Yeah)
Want a nigga to bite it？
(Hell, yeah)
From the cealin'
(From the cealin')
To da flo'
(To da flo')

'Coz that hoe don't want no mo'
(No mo')
That bitch bett 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

I smoke by myself
(Still by myself)
I drink by myself
(Drink by myself)

I fuck these hoes by my got damn self
You smoke by yourself
(What you do shawty？)
You drink by yourself

(What you do shawty？)
You fuck these niggas by your got damn self
(What you do shawty？)
(What you you do shawty？)

And don't forget about the women
That love to get ate out, if you eat red lobster
She'll suck your thang off
Now that's a full course meal for a nigga like me

I'm sorry, I ain't gonna eat now
I don't eat nothin' that get up and walk away
Somebody I gotta look at face to face
I say, eww, that's nasty, nigga, if you want to eat it you can
have it

Shawty so crunk, she commin' out her clothes
Dick so big got caught in her throat, do it hurt？
(Yeah)
Do it hurt？
(Hell, yeah)
One lil' two that's what you get when
You let a nigga lick that click

Do you like it？
(Yeah)
Want a nigga to bite it？
(Hell, yeah)
From the cealin'
(From the cealin')
To da flo'
(To da flo')

'Coz that hoe don't want no mo'
(No mo')
That bitch bett 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


40.Wait (The Wisper Song)

Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson

Hey, how you doin' lil' mama？ Lemme whisper in your ear
Tell you sumthing that you might like to hear
You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft
Mind if I touch it and see if it's soft

Naw, I'm just playin' unless you say I can
And I'm known to be a real nasty man
And they say a closed mouth don't get fed
So, I don't mind asking for head

You heard what I said
We need to make our way to the bed
And you can start usin' yo head

You like to fuck, have yo legs open all in da butt
Do it up slappin' ass 'cuz the sex gets rough
Switch the positions and ready to get down to business
So you can see what you've been missin'

You might had some but you never had none like this
Just wait till you see my dick
Ay bitch, wait till you see my dick
Wait till you see my dick
Ay bitch, wait till you see my dick
I'ma beat dat pussy up

Ay bitch, wait till you see my dick
Wait you see my dick
Ay bitch, wait till you see my dick
I'ma beat dat pussy up

Like B A M, B A M, B A M

Beat da pussy up, beat da pussy up
Beat da pussy up, beat da pussy up
Beat da pussy up, beat da pussy up
Beat da pussy up, beat da pussy up, ooh

You fine, but I ain't gon' sweat cha
See, I wanna fuck, tell me what's up
Walk around the club with yo thumb in ya mouth
Put my dick in, take your thumb out

There might be a lil' kosher to deal with
Wet fat hoe's, they don't spill shit
I keep a hoe hot when I'm puttin' in work
Wanna skeet, skeet you 'bout to get your feelin's hurt

'Cuz I'll beat dat cat with a dog
And knock da walls of a broad till she scrawl like, ooh
Yeah, something like that
But it depends on the swing of the baseball bat

Fuck a bitch on da counter make the
Plates fall back
On the floor she ain't screamin', she a nut so they crack
Crack, crack

Fuck that bend over I'ma give you the dick
Ay bitch, wait till you see my dick
Wait till you see my dick
Ay bitch, wait till you see my dick
I'ma beat dat pussy up

Ay bitch, wait till you see my dick
Wait you see my dick
Ay bitch, wait till you see my dick
I'ma beat dat pussy up

Like B A M, B A M, B A M

Beat da pussy up, beat da pussy up
Beat da pussy up, beat da pussy up
Beat da pussy up, beat da pussy up
Beat da pussy up, beat da pussy up


41.23 Hr. Lockdown

Lyricist：Michael Crooms, Bernard James Freeman, Deongelo Holmes, Eric
Jackson

23 hr. 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 till 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, shit can hurt so bad
(Free Pimp C, free Pimp C)
(Free Pimp C, free Pimp C)
Always have you sayin' constantly making you mad
(Free Pimp C, free Pimp C)

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 sleep, there your friends in the heater ship
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 hr. 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 till 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, shit can hurt so bad
(Free Pimp C, free Pimp C)
(Free Pimp C, free Pimp C)
Always have you sayin' constantly making you mad
(Free Pimp C, free Pimp C)

23 hr. 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 jump 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

23 hr. 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 till 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, shit can hurt so bad
(Free Pimp C, free Pimp C)
(Free Pimp C, free Pimp C)
Always have you sayin' constantly making you mad
(Free Pimp C, 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
Sittin' in the cell watchin' time go pass
Lookin' at your kids and your momma doin' 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 hr. lock down


42.Legendary Status

Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Writers Unknown

1 Type：INTRO

Yeah, alright, Kadalack Boyz
East side, west side, south side

On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
A-Town Nigga, Mack Town Nigga, ATL Nigga

On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star

Created in my back pocket
Ya ever know when it might rain
Streets are gettin' it
You know the streets, they made it mayne

I ain't asked it for nothin', 'cause it don't owe me shit
It taught me the game and told me, 'Go, get rich'
Twenty pounds in a rental car, headed to the Mack Town
T-Y told me, 'Get the work and make it touch down'

I did that, made that, now I'm on my way
Just my luck, they know it's the Texas license plate
Now I got a problem, 'cuz them undercover's onto me
It's time to bail, 'cause a snitch I will never be

I swear I'm like a fish
Greetin' land with a kiss
Did I hit or did I miss？
Well, it goes like this

On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star

On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star

The hood made me what I am today, my nigga
The hood raisin' up the beat is weight, my nigga
First it showed me the game and then it showed me the money
Designed the code that I live by and told me to run it

So I start with the shit plus I was born with the knowledge
A young wise muhfucka get respect like a prophet
Who can take the game plan, design a ride
And trust what's in my hand and not what's comin' out they
mouth？

I'm a down low nigga so I stay on the ground
I push mills, push guns, push coke, push pounds
I got a nine-to-five, so make it look good
Kobe, A.K.A. skinny to pusha in the hood

My brother went to jail and left me alone
Found out I had another brother, pa was a rollin' stone
My brotha, Eddie Banks taught me the street
My cousin Jewelz showed me how to rip up the keys

My other brotha Hut taught me to do it big
Connected to 3, you get a black hustlin' jeep
Connected to gang shit, I got the game sick
Money, power, respect, that shit didn't come quick

On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star

On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star

I came up when Ice Cube was a young nigga
B.E. was rebellin' in the city with one high school
But now I'm a legend
I done opened up for Chris Love and Love and Ludacris, y'all
Seen niggas careers begin, rise and fall

What's happenin' y'all？ Well, shit I ain't got no one to call
Like when yo ass didn't get no respect if you were in New York
I'm the nigga to call when in trouble, Lil red clay warrior
Got any nigga pick up the mic and I'm straight destroyin' ya

Grip Town Georgia, bitch, we awful scared
Came up when you didn't get no love if you ain't in ATL
I'm the nigga in my city when I'm chillin' on the porch
Got the city on my shouldas, the legend carry the torch on ya

On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star

On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star
On the streets I'm a legend, in my hood I'm a star


43.Bedroom Boom Featuring Avant

Lyricist：Myron Lavell Avant, Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes,
Jr., Eric Von Jackson, Michael Sterling

Listen baby, sometimes I know I be playin'
But set aside the bullshit, I'm a grown ass man
What's to understand, that I love to fuck
Can I hit it from the back or put ya ass in a book

Screamin', Shawty, what's up
(Sup)
You fuckin' or what？
(What)

We ain't got nothin' to discuss
I'm simply tryin' to bust nuts
The temperatures risin', we reachin' the bed
Ya eyes begin to roll in the back of ya head

Bangin' headboards, the loud noise, the sound of you screamin'
Turn me on 'cus it sounds like you singin'
Sayin' my name constantly
(Constantly)
Sayin', daddy, keep fuckin' me
(Fuckin me)

Get it how you want it long
As you keep lovin' me
(Lovin' me)
Put ya thing down, boom the bedroom, do it right
(Uh)

And it just might be a long night, all right
Now be quiet
(Yeah)
You don't want them to hear us outside
Let me get on bottom while you ride

Bedroom boom
(That's what's goin' down tonight)
Bedroom Boom
(Let me do ya body right)

My bed will be boomin' for you
(Boom boom boom, boom boom)
Bedroom boom
(All between the sheets baby)

Bedroom boom
(I wanna drive you crazy)
My bed will be boomin' for you
(Woah, woah)

It feels like heaven when we're off in this room together
I can hear the music playin', then, I hear ya voice sayin'
'Uh Daddy, now just give it to me, right thereâ
Uh baby, take a handful of my hair

'Cus you like it rough
(Rough)
Can't get enough
('Nough)
'Cus I'm the type of nigga that's gon fill you up

Like a cup and make this love thing, overflow
I won't stop until ya body's 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, you movin' ya body jus like a gymnast
From the bed to the dresser
All type of crazy shit
Faces tellin' me stories, body's hot and so horny

Hittin' it from the rear
Wanna whisper somethin' in yo ear
I'm gonna love you all night
I promise

Bedroom boom
(Bedroom boom)
Bedroom boom
(I can hear it, baby)

My bed will be boomin' for you
(We'll be fuckin' all night, yes)
Bedroom boom
(Hittin' yo body)

Bedroom boom
(Like boom, boom, boom)
My bed will be boomin' for you
(My bed will be shakin', til' the screws come loose while I'm
off in it)

Boom goes the bedroom, behind closed doors
And the bedroom depends on how far things go
You move slow, I move fast when you off in that ass
But you hittin' that mothafucker like every time, yo last

Spread yo legs like a bald eagle
Work that back, move like a snake when you do dat dat
Now be quiet, you don't want them to hear us outside
Let me get on bottom while you ride

You hotter than the eye on a stove
(Yeah)
Temptation got ya outta control
(Ah, ha)
You tremblin' like you out in the cold
(Uh)

You screamin', you cant take it no more
Beat the pussy so bad, we done fell on the flo
(Can you believe it？)
Throw our 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
(Oh)

And it's gon stay cocked
(Yes)
If a bitch fuck wit me
She gettin' her cherry popped

Bedroom boom
(This is serious business, baby)
Bedroom boom
(What goes on in this room, so amazing)

My bed will be boomin' for you
(It makes me wanna say, boom, boom, boom)
Bedroom boom, Bedroom boom
(Stay right there, down there)

My bed will be boomin' for you
(I can feel it, and it feels amazing)
Boom boom, boom boom
Boom boom, boom boom
Boom boom, boom boom


44.The Walk Featuring Da Muzicians,Countrie Biggz, Homebwoi ＆ Bg

Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Christopher Dorsey, Courtney Holmes,
Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson, James Jr Maddox, Brandon Sams,
Yumtoby Threatts

Ey, dis D-Roc from the Ying Yang Twins, yup
And I got Da Muzicians, Big Countrie and B Gizzle
To help me show y'all 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 dancing
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

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

Up in my pimp mode
Movin' through the club in slow mo
Slow the slump down, wit my arm hangin' real low
Knowin' something 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
Can't blast either nigga
Ass down to the whizza

Betcha got a isha
Blame your trick
My four people call their people
When ya say something, bitch

See a ho, get a ho, fuck it, blame one bitch
Atcha wit your dick in my hand
My hand burnin'

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

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 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 I'm 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 ain't just talk
You can tell I'm the shit by the way I walk

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


45.Naggin' II (The Answer) Performed By Ms. Flawless ＆ Tha Rhythum

Lyricist：Shandrialia Alexander, Charlotte Crooms, Michael Antoine
Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson

What it is most us women we just good at what we do
But what y'all need to remember is don't 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' ass
That's why a bitch be naggin'

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp
When you get here I'll be gone
I'll always know, I shoulda left your ass alone
That's why a bitch be

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp
When you get here I'll be gone
I'll always know, I shoulda left your ass alone
That's why a bitch be naggin'

This is for them niggas
Who be swearin' they ain't catchin' no feelings
Girls don't get ya self caught up in the mess
'Cuz half of them poppin' the rest of them flex

Y'all better pay attention
Flaw gone put y'all up on a lil' pimpin'
Listen, when they flip the script
You charge it to the hip and you take it to they whip

Yea!, I'ma tell you what I can't stand
Is when I end up with a half ass man
Gotta be like momma hold his hand
I treat you like shit, 'cuz that's all you understand

All you care about is hoes and and them clothes and them shows
Commin' home three and four 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' ass
That's why a bitch be naggin'

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp
When you get here I'll be gone
I'll always know, I shoulda left your ass alone
That's why a bitch be

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp
When you get here I'll be gone
I'll always know, I shoulda left your ass alone
That's why a bitch be naggin'

Money, grip, keep ya jewels and ya chick on the side
In ya club and 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 playin'
Oh you think you slick when you tell me she only ya friend
Damn right I'ma 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 four
'Cuz you use to them fake ass hoes
Use to them broke ass lows, go down hoes

I'll be goin' in on ya ends with ten 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' ass
That's why a bitch be naggin'

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp
When you get here I'll be gone
I'll always know, I shoulda left your ass alone
That's why a bitch be

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp
When you get here I'll be gone
I'll always know, I shoulda left your ass alone
That's why a bitch be naggin'

Look now you know it all about your loot and
Don't be gettin' mad at me and actin' stupid
I ain't the one to be on the phone, I'ma hit tha streets
I ain't stayin' home alone nigga, I'm gone

Yea I'm wit another friend, he got dividens
And he drive a big black Benz
You ain't lookin' and stickin' and 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 that before
I gotta leave you alone
And I'ma 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' ass
That's why a bitch be naggin'

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp
When you get here I'll be gone
I'll always know, I shoulda left your ass alone
That's why a bitch be

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp
When you get here I'll be gone
I'll always know, I shoulda left your ass alone
That's why a bitch be, naggin'

Nag that biotch, come on, naggin'


46.USA

Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson

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 doin' shows with our clique
Put a lock on my dick 'cuz my brain is key
I ain't wat you want so quit lyin' to me

See I was born by myself, Imma die by myself
And when I smoke my purple I'm gon' get high by myself
And if ain't there D-Roc on the side of me

They call me Crip, his name Eric he's the capper
Since the eigth grade he said he would be a rapper
Rapper？ Y'll niggas lost 'cuz it's ten years later
And shawty is throwed off

One time for them niggas who keep clamin' they boss
Keep thinkin' we soft, we gon' knock you're fuckin' block off
See D-Roc known to be a people person
And Kaine, really don't like discursion

See pain is kinda what I like dispersin'
'Cuz love make a nigga feel like a scrub
Thugs, that's where we're 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 you're own shit, nigga
And y'll hoes ain't gave us nothin' but plenty of talk
And da fuckin' the front, bitch

Nigga, we bought that bank 'round here
We smoke never good gank down here
(United State of Atlanta)
Nigga, we bought dat bread around here
That's how you keep your baby fed down here


Boulevard to East Lake, the West Side to Barn Holmes
From South De Calf to Glenwood
From Cali Rd. to Martin Luther King

From Alden Av. to Peet Street, from flash hoes to bankhead
(United State United State United State United State of Atlanta)
From Peak Mount. to Mag Noi, from Lee Street to Simpson Rd.

From Greater Holmes to Inglewood, from Metro to Cleveland Av.
(United State, United State, United State, United State of
Atlanta)
From Progression Rd. to Pry Street, from Oakland Rd to E.A.

Nigga, we bought that bank round here
We smoke never good gank down here
(United State of Atlanta)
Nigga, we bought dat bread around here
That's how you keep your baby fed down here


United State, U United State, U United State, U United State of
Atlanta
United State, U United State, U United State, U United State of
Atlanta
United State, U United State, U United State, U United State of
Atlanta
United State, U United State, U United State, U United State of
Atlanta

United State, U United State, U United State, U United State of
Atlanta
United State, U United State, U United State, U United State of
Atlanta
United State, U United State, U United State, U United State of
Atlanta
United State, U United State, U United State, U United State of
Atlanta


47.Salt Shaker Featuring Lil Jon ＆ The East Side Boyz

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 a eighteen wheeler
That hoe fine but this hoe a killer

She leakin', she's soak and wet
She leakin', soak and wet
Shake it like a salt shaker
(Sh, shake it like a salt shaker)
Shake it like a salt shaker, aah
(Sh, 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 bitch, 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 are gone then

We ain't no boys, we grown men
If you ain't gone dance, well, 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 a eighteen wheeler
That hoe fine but this hoe a killer

She leakin', she's soak and wet
She leakin', soak and wet
Shake it like a salt shaker
(Sh, shake it like a salt shaker)
Shake it like a salt shaker, aah
(Sh, 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, what？ Get loose with it, what？
Like short said let Bruce, Bruce hit it, hey
Get crunk with it, what？ Get loose with, what？
Like short said let Bruce, Bruce hit it, hey

Now, shake that ass real fast then stop
(Aaww shit)
Shake that ass real fast then stop
(Aaww shit)
Shake that ass real fast then stop
(Aaww shit)
Shake that ass real fast then stop

Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Speak so much, they call her Billy Ocean
Row like a eighteen wheeler
That hoe fine but this hoe a killer

She leakin', she's soak and wet
She leakin', soak and wet
Shake it like a salt shaker
(Sh, shake it like a salt shaker)
Shake it like a salt shaker, aah
(Sh, shake it like a salt shaker)

Shake it like a dollar, five or ten
But what would you do for a twenty-twen？
And 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 it 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 cant deny, certified pro

On the poll upside down, this shit for real
Sixty-nine plenty of time to pay a bill
By day she a clerk, by night she turn stripper
You're not even dated, you're tryin' so you can tip her

Shawty crunk on the floor wide open
Speak so much, they call her Billy Ocean
Row like a eighteen wheeler
That hoe fine but this hoe a killer

She leakin', she's soak and wet
She leakin', soak and wet
Shake it like a salt shaker
(Sh, shake it like a salt shaker)
Shake it like a salt shaker, aah
(Sh, shake it like a salt shaker)


48.Armegedon

Lyricist：Michael Antoine Crooms, Deongelo Holmes, Eric Jackson

Yeah, this is the Ying Yang
And we won't to let you know that every thousand years
Some 'em happen 999 years
Done passed we came to last, ah

It's the mutha year of the year
So let us do our thing, Yang bring pain
D-Roc and Kaine, what's up man？
(We just want a little wrestling)

It's the mutha year of the year
So let us do our thing, Yang bring pain
D-Roc and Kaine, what's up man？

Oh, Armageddon
What Armageddon？
What Armageddon？ What Armageddon？
Incoming, see it's Ying Yang and we a hazard

We gone get buck enough and get ready for war
'Cause we hasta, it's a disaster
'Cause them basters, they know what slap, ah
Jack, ah, crack, ah, forehead


49.Shake ft Pitbull

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
Dale buebo
Dale buebo

Up in the club, fuck V.I.P., P to da I, I to da T
Ying to the Yang, up in this thang
D to da roc, my nigga Kaine
Open it 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 must be too loud for your crew
Hoe, get down, get low

I'm crossing these mammas like tic tac toe
Let's ride lets go
Get loose get crunk get drunk get blowed
That's right lets 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
Dale buebo
Dale buebo

That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa
That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa
That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa
That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa

All the lil' mammas all 'round 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

Take off your stripper 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 niggas go to see naked hos

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 lift your rump
Do a three point stance, put yo fist up her ass
You must be on that Kanye work out plan
Like head, shoulders, knees, hos

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
Dale buebo
Dale buebo

That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa
That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa
That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa
That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa

Take 'em out in cruise, take 'em out all dressed
Is the realest true niggas in the ATL
Yeah we break it down betta shake a booty
And hoes and the hoe with the real tight clothes

One time for the gang with the Ying Yang Twins
We already know we off the reel, don't tolerate that talking
Bitch, you can get to walking, patron is what I'm groaking
The only way that we gon' talk if your breath smells like mine

Girl, I don't give a fuck '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
Dale buebo
Dale buebo

That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa
That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa
That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa
That ho's fine but, but, but, but this hoe's a killa


50.Drop

Lyricist：Michael Diamond, Isaac Hayes, Deongelo Holmes, Adam Horovitz,
Jr., Eric Von Jackson, Rick Rubin, Adam Nathaniel Yauch

Everybody in the club in the heat
Pussy get to poppin' when we holdin' the beat
Bitches throwin' up, they posin' hands
Ass keep poppin' out these female pants

Every motherfucker sippin' on liquor
See the crunker they be gettin' when they be drinkin' a beer
And they be pullin' on a momma like, 'Bitch come here'
Pullin' on a momma like, 'Bitch come here'

I'm Santa Claus, didn't you hear？
Tell Johnny Saint Dick what you want this year
And we might get it to yo' ass by the summer
Who？ Peter Pancakin' with a thumper

You, know we crank the club
Black magic in here, so drank it up
And you gon' be just as drunk as us
You gon' be just as drunk as us

Fin' to take it to the stage, drop
Put it all in yo' face, drop
Make it flow in the place, drop
'Fore a little buddy gotta bank, drop just to see you

Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker

Now let me put you up on somethin' different
All female need to pay attention
I wanna see you gyrate on the flo'
Move your body, body like you want this dough

This one right here for the sexy girl
With a two piece on go on work it girl
She'll make you keep comin', spendin' yo' money
When yo' mind need to be on yo' woman

But the way she move you hypnotized
Now you got pussy all in your eyes
Aye, bartender bring another round
Tips shorty on the pole, start slidin' down

Fuck it, might as well make it rain
'Cause pussy all around you callin' yo' name
They know what they got and they know how to use it
Drop that motherfucker to the music

Fin' to take it to the stage, drop
Put it all in yo' face, drop
Make it flow in the place, drop
'Fore a little buddy gotta bank, drop just to see you

Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker

When you see her on the flo'
You know she droppin' to the music
Yup, yup, we like that
Yup, yup, yup, yup, we like that

Put it all in yo' face
And still be droppin' to the music
Yup, yup, we like that
Yup, yup, yup, yup, we like that

Drop that motherfucker, drop
Drop that motherfucker, drop

Breakin' it down and makin' your rounds
On my house, see you the baddest bitch in the town
Layin' it down, they like the way she screw up the ground
Screw up the ground

Round and around she went representin' for the rent and the
presidents
Hella thick, quick like some instant grits
Boy that's it, hot out the motherfuckin' oven
Buzzin', plus she doin' the shit that you lovin'

Fin' to take it to the stage, drop
Put it all in the face, drop
Make it flow in the place, drop
'Fore a little buddy gotta bank, drop just to see you

Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker
Drop that motherfucker, drop that motherfucker

Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop, drop, drop, drop


51.Ying Yang In This Thang

Lyricist：Crooms Michael Antoine, Holmes Deongelo, Jackson Eric Jr,
Lowe Yalonda

Get to the floor, ain't no time run
Ying Yang in this thang, let me ya twurk sum'
Get to the floor, ain't no time run
Ying Yang in this thang, let me ya twurk sum'

Ying Yang in this thang
(Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang
(Ying Yang)

Ying Yang in this thang
(Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang
(Ying Yang)

Pop that pussy like you suppose to, to
Shack that ass like it that's for Lou
Like 2 Pac all eyes on you
Make a nigga horny like 2 Live Crew

Hoes get crunk for cheese, damn skippy
Like the bar kays and pay the little whippy
In they jazzy T's, bitches on they knees
Tryna make a nigga pay they ass to see a breeze

Hoes get crunk for sho, for Gino
Steal from the strill, these bitches is on the pole
One on tope but one down low
Ask them hoes if 'bout to to take it to the floor, HA

This one for the playas, this one for the G's
This one for the thugs that ride them gold D's
X's and O's, wanna fuck these hoes
Talkin' 'bout they closed, you know how it goes

Hit the club just to see ya little ass
Every nigga in the club got cash
Smokin' weed, sippin' Hen, gettin' drunk
Pop that pussy and getta nigga crunk

I say them niggas wanna hate, it's all in the game
We gon' make them pop that pussy
Ying Yang in this thang

I say them niggas wanna hate, it's all in the game
We gon' make them pop that pussy
Ying Yang in this thang

Ying Yang in this thang
(Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang
(Ying Yang)

Ying Yang in this thang
(Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang
(Ying Yang)

Pop that pussy like you suppose to, to
Shack that ass like it that's for Lou
Like 2 Pac all eyes on you
Make a nigga horny like 2 Live Crew

You knew it all along, my pussy was fire
Every time you licked the cat, it was like a fuckin' high
Now, I can't getcha to leave me alone
Small dick ass nigga, take yo ass home

I thought you could fuck but I had no luck
Stupid ass nigga, you just fucked my day up
The way to make it better, all good and fat
Get down on yo knees and lick the cat

Spend some, spend some
(Come here)
Spend some, spend some
(Come here)

Hoodrats in this thang
(Come here)
Hoodrats in this thang
(Come here)

Hoodrats in this thang
(Come here)
Hoodrats in this thang
(Come here)

I say them niggas wanna hate, it's all in the game
We gon' make them pop that pussy
Ying Yang in this thang

I say them niggas wanna hate, it's all in the game
We gon' make them pop that pussy
Ying Yang in this thang

Ying Yang in this thang
(Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang
(Ying Yang)

Ying Yang in this thang
(Ying Yang)
Ying Yang in this thang
(Ying Yang)

Pop that pussy like you suppose to, to
Shack that ass like it that's for Lou
Like 2 Pac all eyes on you
Make a nigga horny like 2 Live Crew

Let's keep it real, let's keep it real, now here's the deal
Some hoes be pussy poppin' for a fuckin' happy meal
They phony, they disrespect, they get neglect
They all up on the stage, it the mitch match sets

White top, pink drawers on, what in the fuck did they call you？
Need ta go to the drawin' board, you don't get the free award
What we like, juicy booty bitches with the fat friends
Fake hoes get off the stage and let the real hoes represent

Twurk sum, twurk sum
(Come out)
Twurk sum, twurk sum
(Come out)

Twurk sum, twurk sum
(Come out)
Twurk sum, twurk sum
(Come out)

I say them niggas wanna hate, it's all in the game
We gon' make them pop that pussy
Ying Yang in this thang

I say them niggas wanna hate, it's all in the game
We gon' make them pop that pussy
Ying Yang in this thang

I say them niggas wanna hate, it's all in the game
We gon' make them pop that pussy
Ying Yang in this thang

I say them niggas wanna hate, it's all in the game
We gon' make them pop that pussy
Ying Yang in this thang


52.Ballin' G's

Lyricist：Michael Crooms, Deongelo Marquel Holmes, Eric Jackson

Be ballin' G's we get buck
All ballin' G's just get crunk
Bitches let me see you ride that dick
Nigga you got ice than rock that shit

Real niggas they don't hide they shit
We live and die for niggas we ride wit
Fuck tha fame you can have that shit
I'mma slang an hustlin' an try to break me a bitch

I been many places, niggas pimpin' and niggas playin'
Niggas hustlin', niggas lyin' and niggas prayin' or that
Almighty
I ride them twenty inch Yokohama's
In this game nigga, I broke ya momma

Smokin' some-a that tropical potent thunder
Slangin' dick, knockin' hoes down like lumber
Chancin' of you seein' this nigga, Stevie Wonder
The Pope said he wanna come smoke, leave ya number

One of the realest niggas you looked at trick
I'mma slang an hustle an try an break me a bitch
Soft ass niggas don't bust like this
Eightball fuck up all y'all when I spit

Blows like snows in Ohio that's thick
Catch this come up short like bushwick
Trick we be known at the slap ridas click
We don't chase hoes an hate niggas that ride dick

Be ballin' G's we get buck
All ballin' G's just get crunk
Bitches let me see you ride that dick
Nigga you got ice than rock that shit

Real niggas they don't hide they shit
We live and die for niggas we ride wit
Fuck tha fame you can have that shit
I'mma slang an hustlin' an try to break me a bitch


Give me the mic and I'll give you songs
When the beats bumpin'
Give you something for yo stereo

An Benz-o, chockin' the fuck off endo then go
Splurgin' off something in some over sized excursions
Livin' with a bitch you do nothin' but blow herbs

When we tally hoe, daddy go
That's when my niggas say
Boom boom, crack, boom boom
That's what the trigger say

Break the skeleton outta mothafuckas who sellin' them
Shoot legs shootin' heads necks an chests first
Physically hurtin' me but nigga the stress hurts

I got a red shirt, spreadin' over this bullshit
Sometimes I wanna put down this pen and pull this firearm
And think I got no killin' utensils

Pistol play, playin' wit' me a get ya kidnapped
Evidence show I'm just a hustla that know how to rap
Post up and I'm gone bleed yo block
Make it hot till it burn like a nigga sellin' rocks

DD or one D nigga what the fuck
My room of 45's got my back in the cuts
Just as long as a mothafucka pay me what I weight

Hate in my bloodstream, smoked out dreams
Shoot raps through my vein like a nigga was a fiend
I told y'all niggas we was hard from the start
Keep enough shit yo blow ya block apart

Just to say I did that, you know who did that
That nigga everybody know he in the fat pack
Moet if it was fly nigga, I said it
You might regret it if you wet it and you need a medic

Be ballin' G's we get buck
All ballin' G's just get crunk
Bitches let me see you ride that dick
Nigga you got ice than rock that shit

Real niggas they don't hide they shit
We live and die for niggas we ride wit
Fuck tha fame you can have that shit
I'mma slang an hustlin' an try to break me a bitch


53.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'


54.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？


55.Whistle While You Twerk - (E.A. Mix)

Ying Yang Twins F／ DJ Kizzy Rock, Mr. Ball
{ying yang twins}
ying yang in this thang
(ying yang).
(repeat 8x's)

{verse1}
Let me see you make that pussy fart
good lord make it shake like a salt shaker
to hard get it up to you can't ugh no moe
see I love when you hoes take it to tha floor
baby bounce biggy bounce ugh it's on you
shouty you can twurk in your skirt if you want
to see we came to keep it crunk for ya all night
put a dub in tha club show me what I like.

{verse2}
These bitches make money in tha club these
hoes like to take it off for a thug you can't come
with nothin less than a dub or she lookin at yo ass
like a scrub these hoes like it when a nigga show em
love and she'll show you what she really made of I
guarantee yo ass wouldn't get enough tell her pop that
shit drop that shit 'WHAT'.

{chorus}
(repeat 1x)


{verse3}
Where them hoes that's buying me a ticket I thank
they all dance at club nikki's now where them hoes who
be spittin that game I thank they all dance at tha blue flame
where them hoes that be hard booty shakin I thank they all
dance at tha foxxy lady.

{verse4}
I know she a shakin booty hoe no teaser she ain't no sceaser
when ya all fat pleaser now where them bitches that be quick to
show them titties I thank they all dance at tha magic city I
know
some bitches that be quick to take over you got tha green on
your
scene and strokers.

{Bridge}
And whistle while you twurk (twurk) gotta
make that money for sure (sure) you got some
nice lookin titties body look pretty so don't be
scared to twurk (twurk summin).

{verse5}
Say them niggaz in tha club wanna hate wanna touch
her pussy and never wanna pay I said shouty fuck that
nigga do your thang I see your crunk tiger stripe G- strang
it's bout that dollar bill then pepermint see them hoes
represent
for their rent.

{verse6}
If you in a booty club and you get your money spent and baby
mama now she wonder where it went.

{chorus}
(repeat1x)

{verse7}
Some of these bitches be real they hard knock once
you get em crunck they start and they want stop hoes
get naked for cheese they love that take tha baddest bitch
in tha club I fucked that some these bitches been crunk since
first day some of these bitches in tha club they don't play half
these bitches who shake it they turn gay niggaz gone pay to see
pussy anyway (ahh,ahh).

{verse8}
Some of these niggaz be walkin tha thin line fuckin
wit these hoes wit no clothes and no mind baby girl out
to get money she gone shine everyday of work she gone be
there on time her pussy poppin shouty be sweatin like she
noid kinda like tha way that thang be like a hard turn around
yeah that's it good lord tryin to do a chinese split and make it
fart.

{Bridge}
And whistle while you twurk (twurk) and let me see you
work (work) get off in tha club wit a tru city thug and sip some
erk and jerk so if you want this floor (floor) just how low can
you
go (go) let me see you grab tha pole and touch them toes now
take
it to tha floor.

{chorus}
(repeat till fade)

{fadeing}
lil lower now .
(repeat till fade)


56.Bad

Ying Yang Twins Feat Mike Jones ＆
Collipark, hanh, chea, yo
Mike Jones, who？ Mike Jones, Jones, hanh
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 my dime pieces)
Collipark and Swisha house in this bitch, check it out, yo yo

I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind

(Ay Shawty)
You want this money then you gotta be a
Badd bitch
Shake that ass for a tip of 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 the parking lot, lookin' for a
Badd bitch
Everywhere I go I'm trying to find that
Badd bitch
You know me I gotta 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 her friends how the dick made her sleepy

And believe me, when I'm up in there I'm beatin' it
Givin' ya that Mike Jones' treatment
I could tell by the way she walk that she got it
Body so delight, you can tell when she drop it

I either gonna hit her I'ma beat ass tight
I've seen her walk by me, damn near passed out
Then crept up behind her, tell her it was time to
Let a playa like me get in that vagina

I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind

(Ay Shawty)
You want this money then you gotta be a
Badd bitch
Shake that ass for a tip of 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's a ghetto ass bitch with some ghetto ass game
In the club where she work and she poppin' that thing
Said the bread keep her fed and the head at the bar
She could never breath on a nigga dick made 'em come

Come one
(Come one)
Come all
(Come 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
Get kinky in sixty-nine different ways

Jump on stage she get paid she goes off
You got enough money she taking the clothes off
Look at that, I thought I taw a putty tat
I did, I did, I did taw a putty tat

I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind

(Ay Shawty)
You want his money so you gotta be a
Badd bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of your
Badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you're
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 you gonna lose？
I don't 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 putty tat

Shorty gettin' crunk, love gettin' low
Love it when she take it to the floor
Make a booty roll take her clothes off
And she love smokin' weed
And she getting hella freaky on the exstacy

Do 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 want and like
She a schoolgirl by day and a stripper by night

I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind
I need a dime that's top of the line
Cute face slim waist with a big behind

(Ay Shawty)
You want this money then you gotta be a
Badd bitch
Shake that ass for the tip of your
Badd bitch
Drop it down to the floor if you're
Badd bitch
Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a
Badd bitch


57.Long Time

Ying Yang Twins Feat. Anthony Hamilton

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
(I don't really wanna be without you)
(Well oh oh)

Up in the street and misguided never payed attention
So I got my soul divine, 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 hypocrites
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, 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
(Say girl)
(Never crossed my mind, never crossed my mind, 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
Mama 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
Judgment was man-made, not a God led, and this I recorded
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 witnessed 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, the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind
(I don't really wanna be without you)
(And never crossed my mind, and never crossed my mind, oh)

Girl, I can never make it, I can never ever make it
Without you baby 'cause you've been my best friend
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

Girl, me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time
(For long time, for a long time)
And girl, the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind
(I don't really wanna be without you)

I ain't never gonna leave, I ain't never gonna go, no way
Well I'ma live, well I will never leave you, 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, well they can't look inside of me, oh yeah


58.Take Ya Clothes Off

Ying Yang Twins Feat. Bonecrusher

(Ooh)
(Break 'Em Off Records has entered the building)
Yeah, Bone Crusher, Ying Yang Twins
(Take ya clothes off, get fucking naked!)

(She ain't never scared, she ain't never scared)
(She ain't never scared, she ain't never scared)
(She ain't never scared, she ain't never scared)
(She ain't never scared, she ain't never scared)

This is a county park music introduction, you know
L'il Smurf, this is a hot one boy
(Take ya clothes off, get fucking naked!)

Eeny, meeny, miny, mo to the booty club we go
(Where ya'll boys goin'？)
Like, we go see some naked hoes
Like it when they touch they toes
Shake it like a jelly roll
(Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge)
(Ooh)

Let me see you, shake it, baby
(Ooh)
Shake that behind, baby
(Ooh)
Let me see you grind, baby
(Ooh)
(Take ya clothes off, get fucking naked)

Her nickname Gyro, a super booty hoe
She put that thing on you niggaz till ya lose control
It's a dollar rate, to enter the pearly gates
For the sex and the love niggaz gon' pay

She got a thing about the way she move her body, baby
She can pop that pussy till it's skeet baby
She a sexy bitch, she love that hard shit
I put a 10 dollar bill in her fuckin' clit

I ain't mad, no, she take it to the flo'
The way she bouncin' that ass let a nigga know
Oh, she a pro at this, a one-way hustle shit
Oh, shake that ass baby, work for these presidents

Eeny, meeny, miny, mo to the booty club we go
(Where ya'll boys goin'？)
Like, we go see some naked hoes
Like it when they touch they toes
Shake it like a jelly roll
(Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge)
(Ooh)

Let me see you, shake it, baby
(Ooh)
Shake that behind, baby
(Ooh)
Let me see you grind, baby
(Ooh)
(Take ya clothes off, get fucking naked)

Freaky bitches in the club gettin' necked for cheese
Like a girl on Sunday night off in Jazzy T
Make the pussy breathe for Kaine, Bone Crusher, and me
Do a magic trick you know thats what we came to see
(Hoe)

Bitch, you make it hang low
(Bitch, I love that)
'Cause ain't nothin' wrong with a good shaved cat
(I love that)
Now do your thing, baby, make your ends
Now run along and let me holla at your friends

Shake it like a motherfucker, move it like a vibrator
Shorty kinda sweet, got that sugar like a 'Now And Later'
Hoe with them bed raiders, only bout that bread makin'
Other hoes ain't but this bitch bringin' home the bacon

Baby, boy needs you 'cause he 'bout to start school
Momma gotta work, gotta do what she gotta do
Take off the two-piece, she was down on the low
The Red Man ball so she went to work at Nintendo

Eeny, meeny, miny, mo to the booty club we go
(Where ya'll boys goin'？)
Like, we go see some naked hoes
Like it when they touch they toes
Shake it like a jelly roll
(Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge)
(Ooh)

Let me see you shake it, baby
(Ooh)
Shake that behind, baby
(Ooh)
Let me see you grind, baby
(Ooh)
(Take ya clothes off, get fucking naked)

It's the hustle man, money and diamond rings
She gon' make sure she stackin' all the paper man
It's a grinder's party, 365, 7 days
She gon' make sure she stay fly

Here's a hundred baby, I don't need change
Just make sure you keep movin' that thing
I love the way the pros do it, you know that
You gon' make me revert back to sadillac

And to the floor with that thing baby
(Roll call)
Take off that bra, take off them draws
Get on all fours do the doggy crawl
You so fine you gon' make me stand and applaud

Eeny, meeny, miny, mo to the booty club we go
(Where ya'll boys goin'？)
Like, we go see some naked hoes
Like it when they touch they toes
Shake it like a jelly roll
(Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge, Jag Edge)
(Ooh)

Let me see you shake it, baby
(Ooh)
Shake that behind, baby
(Ooh)
Let me see you grind, baby
(Ooh)
(Take ya clothes off, get fucking naked)


59.Tongue Bath

Ying Yang Twins ft. Methrone
(chorus)
let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Any way u want, im wit it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
I just want to get up in it
let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
(You want tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
A tongue bath, from the back

(ying yang twins)
Forget about that summer we stretched straight thuggin it up
in the tongue bath world we's living it up
I was told by the eye, we were holding each other
To the room sexual, the isleigh brothers
Sippin alazez, hennesse
Straight thug passion
Licking nipples got you giggle
So u started to laugh
Now its getting so erotic baby
All of the sudden
So im kissin on ye body baby
Admit it babe

(methrone)
see baby a tongue bath is what I like
lick me up, lick me down
curve my appetite
let me open up my legs show me what you got
the way you licking on my body is got me really hot
and im lov'n the way u lick me tho
do it lil daddy, let your tongue take control
u got me shakin like hell when you're licking my toes
from the top to the bottom, make you tongue roll


(chorus)
let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Any way u want, im wit it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
I just want to get up in it
let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
(You want tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
A tongue bath, from the back

(methrone)
the way you fall on me, you get me feeling the heat
and when you licking like it make me grit my teeth
you got me grabbin the sheets, putting the pillow on my face
bitin my lips and squeezing my waist
im callin ya name and making that face
cuz u lick my bubble gum and had the taste
you got me caught up in this mist of the passion
you see this tongue bath you giv'n me is like a fantasy

baby, please keep on moanin, keep on licking on me
you got me bitin on ye neck, look what this bath did to me
now rub me down in your notion, with your deep freeze motion
u bring the freak out in me, I'm out of control can't you see
u got me hot, now its on till the early morn
now this tongue bath, feed it to me
got me in the zone

(chorus)
let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Any way u want, im wit it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
I just want to get up in it
let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
(You want tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
A tongue bath, from the back

(methrone)
give me a tongue bath please, I want you out on your knees
I like it when you licking me, from the back constantly
U make me shiver lil daddy when ur playing with ice
Turn out the lights lil daddy, we can cut all nite
I like it rough, if your tough
Take it easy, thas enough
I want a massage wit ya tongue
Make my body feel numb
Keep me hot, you know that spot
That freaky stuff you know I like
Oooh yeah, thas it you're doin it right, thas tight

The way you licking me and kissing me
Hugging me and touching me
Rubbin me constantly
Ready to put your love in me
Do it like that, down from the back
Run a tongue bath, baby, treat a hood rat
Slip-n-slide on my thighs, make your tongue glide
Baby when me and you collide, we'll make the temperatures rise

(chorus)
let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Any way u want, im wit it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
I just want to get up in it
let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
(You want tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
A tongue bath, from the back

Ooooh I don't mind no
Anyway you want it tho, I got it
Tongue bath, from the back

(chorus)
let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Any way u want, im wit it
(You want a tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
I just want to get up in it
let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
(You want tongue bath, you need a tongue bath)
A tongue bath, from the back

Come here shorty
Stop please
Why you actin like you don't like it
You know you like it
You know you want me to touch it
Fo real
Come here and let me get you a tongue bath
You like to get wet don't you
Its my way or the highway
Ooooh
C'mon, fo real
We aint gotta do it that much
Just let me do it a little bit
A little bit, just a little bit
How low can you go
What you like
If you're running, you better catch it