Lyrics:
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
take me
Since high school, nigga I ain't got no friends
Got two Three-Eighty's like the Ying Yang Twins, ah,
That's spot clickin' till the D's run in
name
Or get left back no 911
Rinse this juice Bishop Raheem
Bad meets evil ying no Yang
Chase him down like a fucking bank
I'm a young prodigy reekin
And if you want a little bang in your ying yang come along
Listen up
Now LA's got the freaks
At Pink's and 50 dollar drinks
And San Antonio Was
And if you want a little bang in your ying yang come along
Listen up
Now LA's got the freaks
At Pink's and 50 dollar drinks
And San Antonio Was
Drank this motherfucker up like hanh! (hanh!)
We gon have a ball
And party like its Mardi Gra
Even if ya on the wall
Just clap ya hands
Ying Yang in this
Drank this motherfucker up like hanh! (hanh!)
We gon have a ball
And party like its Mardi Gra
Even if ya on the wall
Just clap ya hands
Ying Yang in this
And if you want a little bang in your ying yang come along
Listen up
Now LA's got the freaks
At Pink's and 15 dollar drinks
And San Antonio was
dance and tek it to dem, to dem, come on!!!!
[Chorus: Ying Yang Twins + (Elephant Man)]
Three, six, nine, damn your fine
Move it till you sock it to me
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
(B.G. Talking)
What's Happening
It's Lil be Gizzle (Check Me Out)
Ying Yang Twins (Oh Yeah)
And We need a hot girl
I'm tellin you we want you
On The Mendrual O
Now Imma See O
Punnn Entertainment Since 2004
& Kaine Got Grown Folks
Naw We Aint Broke Up We Still The Ying Yang Twins
We Just Doin Our Own
Yang Twins,
There born and raised,
God done made it hard for us,
'Cause y'all outta towners came here and fucked shit up,
But y'all can't fuck with
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'
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,
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
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
just a bitch, my nigga (c'mon)
Ah, now look, this the Ying-Yang Twins right
And we done collabed with Lil' John and them Eastside Boys and Pastor
(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
be my moon
The beauty and shine
Will reflect off of you
I could be your cold
I cold be warmth
Like ying and yang
A balance to our world
I could be
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
All now, we're still taking, saving lives
(Trust)
My young boy ching my man (Ying that)
B, I got so much hate for the paigon guys
(Ayy, ying that)
I
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
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