Ying Yang Twins - What's Happnin (featuring Trick Daddy) Lyrics

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(Intro Airplane taking off in background)

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 happnin' (WHAT)
BOOM B**** what's happnin' (WHAT)
BOOM It's on, b**** n**** we'll rock yo' dome
BOOM B**** what's happnin' (WHAT)
BOOM B**** what's happnin' (WHAT)

(Verse One - Trick Daddy)

Half step p**** ass 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 shit that dem h**s on a rag'll do
Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth
Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come out
Ol' b**** ass, hold another n**** d*** ass, B**** ASS, 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 shit 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 ass 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 shit you n****z ain't seen before

(Hook)

(Verse Two)

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

(Hook)

(Verse Three)

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' ass 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*** h**s 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

(Bridge)

We smokin', and ridin'
Don't tell nobody be quiet
Might cut it lil' butt it
Can't let this shit get ugly

(Hook)

(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' ass
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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

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