Ying Yang Twins What Happening Lyrics

Miiiaaammmmiiii...
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, b____ n____ we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! b____ what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! b____ what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! it's on, b____ n____ we'll rock yo' room
BOOM!! b____ what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! b____ what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)

Half step p____ a__ n____
Why you lookin' at a n____ 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 s___ that dem hoes on a rag'll do
Ol' f__got, you better watch your mouth
Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' a__ come out
Ol' b____ a__, hold another n____ d___ a__, b____ a__, n____!
Keep lookin' at a n____ like you gonna tell somethin'
I'll f___ around and, kill ya!
So now that you set you ready, YO!
If this s___ 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 n____ play and watch T-Double-D knock ya a__ 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 s___ you n____z ain't seen before

Ying Yang and the T-Double-D
We, in this m_________er crunk in this m_________er
And our n____z 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 s__ wit' my gun
And I don't put a m_________er out for fun
'Cause I ain't funna' get ya a__ tryin' to run
I'ma bust one time, bust two times
And the third time yo' a__ is mine
Go down for the count, "He can't get up!"
d___! he fell and he can't get up!

You a soft mo'f___a, kind of gay mo'f___a
If you mad 'cause you like you never had mo'f___a
f___ yo' a__ mo'f___a, that's the past mo'f___a
And I know the fact make ya mad mo'f___a
It iiiss.. what I thought n____ think it ain't
For reeeaall... you lame and we off the chain
And the T-Double-D, we bolo
f___ hoes n____z 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' b___ it
Can't let this s___ get done

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' a__
Collipark Music Incorperated
This that next level right here, it's that crunk party
All these n____z doin' crunk music, we crunk party n____
Be original wit' it, Hey man who really run the south?