Lyrics:
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
and Ying Yang,
I know when kids rockin(?) used to beat the block, I lived in a little house boy,
And the block party would never stop, I remember when
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'
time's up, you rot
Sun's up when I rap, that's why my rhymes stay hot
See me stirring, like I got collard greens in the pot
Say you the one, not the two?
to the bottom
Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins, beatin' ass
Collipark Music Incorpertated
This that next level right here, it's that crunk party
All these
(1453 Yaaa hear me)
This my brother yang, bitch I'm ying
Tryna stack my paper tall until it's Yao Ming
Light skin she gotta a twin, yea I got wild
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
be so cop
Free car full tank finna spin block ying yang me and Snizzle got twin chops
Still bussing hits at the bus stop play with me nigga get your
(WHAT?!)
BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' dome
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
[Verse Two]
Ying Yang
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
to ya we can have a lot of fun
Shake it like a salt shaker like I am a Ying Yang Twin
All dat ass on you girl you I ain't got no choice to win
All dat ass
des deux sides
Un yin yang twin avant les Ying Yang Twins
Mais tout ça dans un corps de mince
Tout ça pis des high, des bass
On connaît les kings,
these hoes by my goddamn self. Foreal
Y'all actin like y'all don't remember that Ying Yang twins?
Smoke by myself, Drink by myself, fuck these hoes by my
Without TIP, the world just might tip
Might fall off axis
That's what you call balance
The ying, the yang, the twins, Gemini
They looking
crunk as no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a motherfucka
[Chorus x2]
Who we is? Ying Yang Twins, What's are names? D Roc
What the fuck, man?
(What the fuck?)
This club is dead as a mother fucker
(Dead as a mother fucker)
I'ma call these nigga goddamn Ying Yang Twins
Verse 2: Baby I'm Bruce Lee, Bruce Wayne, kick this like Kung Fu, Wu Tang, Ying Yang twins or even Liu Kang, Mortal Kombat when the crew swing, get over
sake she takes shots with a boss.
Verse 2: Baby I'm Bruce Lee, Bruce Wayne, kick this shit like Kung Fu, Wu Tang, Ying Yang twins or even Liu Kang,
in the night we curving
We just tryna make a righteous earning
After failure go again we learning
You can be my main thang, my ying yang
You can be my
pressure
They don't miss you 'till you gone with the wind
And they tired of dancing like a Ying Yang Twin
You can't have the Yin without the Yang my
for the Ying Yang Twins
16 bitches in thongs in 1 club
The home of the 5th, redbones and big butts
Game spittin' bitches splitting all on the floor
got Ying Yang Twins and Mike Jones in the house tonight!
Yo yo
(All these piece)
Collipark and Swishahouse in this bitch
Check it out, yo yo
I'm
all
Ying Yangs don't seem so mutual
These things
These things
These things
Yea
On a green screen things seem so usual
Guessing I just choose to know
ching, I'm in.
Bling my rims I sing they spin,
But my 2 nine M's, they the ying yang twins
Cus they Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, from the window
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