Ying Yang Twins Whats Happnin! Feat. Trick Daddy Lyrics

[Intro]
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

[Hook]
BOOM!! It's on, b____ n____ we'll rock yo' dome,
BOOM!! b____ what's happenin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! b____ what's happenin'?(WHAT?!)
BOOM!! It's on, b____ n____ we'll rock yo' dome,
BOOM!! b____ what's happenin'? (WHAT?!)
BOOM!! b____ what's happenin'? (WHAT?!)

[Verse One - Trick Daddy]
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 dukin' I feel like shootin' FOOL!
And I don't like your attitude
You do s___ that dem hoes on a rag'll do
Ol' f__got, you better watch your mouth
Fo' I be in front ya house, when ya 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

[Verse Two]
Ying Yang and the T-Double-D
We, in this muhfucka crunk in this muhfucka
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 pull that m____fucka out for fun
'Cause I ain't finna' give yo' a__ time 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 fallin', he can't get up!

[Verse Three]
You a soft (muhfucka), kind of f__ (muhfucka)
If you mad 'cause you like you never had (muhfucka)
f___ yo' a__ (muhfucka), that's the past (muhfucka)
And I know the fact make ya mad (muhfucka)
It iiiss.. what I thought n____ think it ain't
For reeeaall... you lame and we off the chain
Wit 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 gin
Get drunk and I'm off in the wind
Lookin' for a little itty bitty pretty that could hold a sin

[Bridge]
We smokin', and ridin'
Don't tell nobody be quiet
Might cut it lil' b___ it
Can't let this s___ get done

[Outro]
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?