Lyrics:
too drained
Sunny days, don't feel good without rain
Can't have ying without yang
Came a long way but ain't close to my prime
Ain't even on 10 but we
we went and got Methrone, but of course it's the Ying yang twins
(chorus)
Let me see you freak your body
I won't stop until you get enough
Any way you
back to me (Bring)
I was in the rain coat
I was starving in the E (Cold)
Ying yang twins, bang bang, skeet skeet
(Skeet)
Tryna mate, I got hoes in my
We use pre paid shit's
They listen to we whisper
Like the Ying Yang Twins
I cook grams up, boil 'em in ether
So my tag with the kush
Man more than your
workin'
Ever since the game 'bout girls been twerkin?
The ying yang twins know that to do
If you dance in the club they'd were out for you
Do you like what
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
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'
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
at the Grammy Awards, now top that
Mr. Collipark, keep the money comin in
Puffy don't party like the Ying Yang Twins
Cadillac boy, mack down to the end
Peace,
Throw em up, letter A's
Split the two tens, double blackjacks
Asian twins 21, it's their birthday
Call 'em ying yang
Suck me up, hurricane with her
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
do
(Ooh) she do
Whisper like the ying-yang twins , I'm tryna see what's up
Young melanated queen looking like a million bucks
You need to come rock
(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
(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
what I get I cannot complain
Money my muse
That's the ying to my yang
Ahead - ahead
It's what I got my eye on
Looking for a G, you found one
Pressure
a trick
Then show em' how to spit a little game and tell her this
Go put on a outfit some lip-stick and make me rich
[Ying Yang Twins Insert]
That hoe
fucked up
By the Big Tyme mother load
You better watch that ass when you roll
Ease up on UGK you gotta pay the fuckin toll
And we ain't hearin' that ying
gotta get rid of that cancer
Then we can beep beep, I mean, creep creep
I ain't the Ying Yang Twins but you know I like to skeet skeet
And that boy got
Balancing with desferal, call that Ying Yang Twin
And get chemically imbalanced when the kid starts spitting
That's the full bitten, when the price is right,
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
for the Ying Yang Twins
[Verse 5: Kaine]
16 bitches in thongs in 1 club
The home of the fifth red bones and big butts
Has bitches spittin all over
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
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