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WRONG!!
[Intro] COLLIPARK!!! YEAHR!!! HAAAH! [Bridge] [Kaine] What the fuck yall think this here 1st booty on duty the bitch gon get to it It's money here The hoe better to do it Everybody on dat I smell weed I see nigga to sippin Yall niggas need start tippin I'm see the Ying Yang [Refrain] [D-Roc & Kaine] Some of these bitches be real the hard knock Watchin gettin crunk they start they won't stop Hoes get naked for cheese they love that Take the baddest bitch in the club I fuck that You fuck that, I fuck that I fuck that, you fuck that I fuck that, I fuck that (AIGHT YEP) [Verse 1] [Kaine] You the baddest bitch in the club (I fucked her) Fine she a dime showin off (I fucked her) Caught her at the club by the deal for real Ask to what it is and she let her nigga trill (YEAHRRR) Just like that, the nudy so good I want to call her back One more time (one more time) Jumpin up & down on the like is mine [D-Roc] Sweet bitch makin money in the club Them hoes still showin Ying Yang love Them get ya still get naked for a dub But these days these bitches wanna fuck Wanna show me what she really made up Wanna leave with me when I leave the club She tryin really hard to get me her stuff I tell her pop that shit drop that shit [Bridge] [Kaine] Look here! I wanna know what yall niggaz stand in here for? All over tha hole and up the bar Like these some kind of superstar Yall Nigga need to motherfuckin break bread The Hoe that bills paid They tryna get that hell laid And they tryna do it the A-Town way I see you down keep tippin Ying Yang [Refrain] [D-Roc & Kaine] Some of these bitches be real the hard knock Watchin gettin crunk they start they won't stop Hoes get naked for cheese they love that Take the baddest bitch in the club I fuck that You fuck that, I fuck that I fuck that, you fuck that I fuck that, I fuck that (AIGHT YEP) [Verse 2] [D-Roc] they get crunk as shit them hoes really really love the dick anddd hoes suck dick like a bottle aint droppin nothing the hoe gonna swallow then fuck you to death like she fucking herself and really dont need your help by a god damn self have you feeling like a real rookie thats what i like to call stipper pussy thats mine that sweet black pussy mine gi'me that gi'me that pussy mine thats what a nigga say long as bread in thir face then you be in they way mine she cronk and grinding standing saying i spent a lot of money on you diamond she talking ass motherfukers got a bitch dead then she catch a 'causeon and her nigga in the bed RIGHT!!!! [Intro] COLLIPARK!!! YEAHR!!! HAAAH! [Bridge] [Kaine] What the fuck yall think this here 1st booty on duty the bitch gon get to it It's money here The hoe ready to do it Everybody on dat I smell weed I see nigga to sippin Yall niggas need start tippin I'm see the Ying Yang [Refrain] [D-Roc & Kaine] Some of these bitches is real the hard knock Watchin gettin crunk they start they won't stop Hoes get naked for cheese they love that Take the baddest bitch in the club I fuck that You fuck that, I fuck that I fuck that, you fuck that I fuck that, I fuck that (AIGHT YEP) [Verse 1] [Kaine] You the baddest bitch in the club (I fucked her) Fine she a dime showin off (I fucked her) Caught her at the club by the dipp for real Ask to what it is and she let her nigga trill (YEAHRRR) Just like that, the nudy so good I want to call her back One more time (one more time) Jumpin up & down on the like is mine [D-Roc] Sweet bitch makin money in the club Them hoes still showin Ying Yang love Them bitches still get naked for a dub But these days these bitches wanna fuck Wanna show me what she really made of Wanna leave with me when I leave the club She tryin really hard to get me her stuff I tell her pop that shit drop that shit [Bridge] [Kaine] Look here! I wanna know what yall niggaz stand in here for? All over tha hole and up the bar Like ya some kind of superstar Yall Nigga need to motherfuckin break bread The Hoes need bills paid They tryna get that hell laid And they tryna do it the A-Town way I see you over there, keep tippin Ying Yang [Refrain] [D-Roc & Kaine] Some of these bitches is real the hard knock Watchin gettin crunk they start they won't stop Hoes get naked for cheese they love that Take the baddest bitch in the club I fuck that You fuck that, I fuck that I fuck that, you fuck that I fuck that, I fuck that (AIGHT YEP) [Verse 2] [D-Roc] Have you ever fucked a stripper bitch they get crunk as shit them hoes really really love the dick annnd hoes suck dick like a bottle aint droppin nothing the hoe gonna swallow then fuck you to death like she fucking herself and really dont need your help by a god damn self have you feeling like a real rookie thats what i like to call stipper pussy thats mine that sweet black pussy mine gi'me that gi'me that pussy mine thats what a nigga say long as bread in thir face then you be in they way mine she cronk and grinding standing saying i spent a lot of money on you diamond she talking ass motherfukers got a bitch dead then she catch a 'causeon and her nigga in the bed (DAM!) Theres a lot of niggers in this problem makin a big dipper For the butt naked bitch won't buy you a new rolla tipper You need to be like t-pain man show some love to a mother fuckin stripper Yall niggas aint complain but she on her dam thang wanna get hell laid and deal with real niggas in the A that why I see these niggas man!! [[[[OUTRO]]]] Some of these bitches is real the hard knock Watchin gettin crunk they start they won't stop Hoes get naked for cheese they love that Take the baddest bitch in the club I fuck that You fuck that, I fuck that I fuck that, you fuck that I fuck that, I fuck that (AIGHT YEP) OOOOH!!!!! (Ey!!!!) You aint got to go home but cha gotta get the hell out of hear!!!!!!!!!!! Yall aint tippin no hoes!! (HAAAAH!!) I missed the part I called outro cant figure it out sorry창?짝창?짝창?짝 |
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(chorus)
23 hour lockdown where they treat you like a ho slide you a plate up under the door nigga have to shit in the middle of the floor prison ain't a place that we need to go so 'til they free pimp c i'ma leave up to u g o k k k to keep it street this one here for the street this one here for the street life can be so hard shit can hurt so bad always have you sayin' constantly making you mad (say free pimp c free pimp c!) life can be so hard (free pimp c free pimp c!) shit can hurt so bad (free pimp c free pimp c!) always have you sayin (free pimp c free pimp c!) constantly making you mad (d roc) in a lil bitty room where there ain't no light thinkin bout this is the wrong and the right the dark and the light, the strong and the weak your conscious askin you trying to get you sanity you gotta hold your ground can let it ??? your friends in the heatership while they always dip left you by yourself stuck up fucked up behind them bars, the times is hard thought you was smart now you losing jumping around the room giving yourself febreezy trying all types of suicidal tactics the people walk in and put you in strait jacket until they free pimp c i'ma leave it up to u g o k k k to keep it street that's why me and my brother got bun b to bounce wit us on this beat (chorus) (kane) 23 hours lockdown in a cell can drive a nigga crazy as hell looking at four walls can do nothing at all got you feeling like a dog in a cage a monkey on the rage and the guard i wanna spit in your face take the privilege away but keep your head up son be brave don't let the worries of jail bring you down keep a focus head and gain more knowledge instead i know it's not where you wanna be but take it from me i know everybody love to be free so god dammit free pimp c i know he ready to hit the street and jump back to makin beats and i know that nigga miss bun b so we gon keep it on the g that's comin for my brother and me and we gon be here when you hit the streets we waiting on the date that they free pimp c (chorus) (bun b) d-roc let me put something on your brain how would you feel if they locked up kane? kane how would you feel if they locked up d? well that's what the fuck happened to me with pimp c, my right hand my best friend my ace boom coom, man we closer than ken we've been on the grind, holdin it down till he got caught up in some bullshit, that got him some time almost lost my mind, started drinkin a fifth a day couldn't understand why they was takin a pimp away (why?) we right on the edge, we bout to blow ?? need to go sittin in the cell watchin time go pass lookin at your kids and your momma doin +glass+ if i could turn back time i would of told him keep the glock down but now i pray for the day he may get out 23 hour lock down |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
all (all)
good things (things) may come (come) to end (end) all (all) bad things (things) can't wait (wait) to begin (gin) all (all) good things (things) may come (come) to end (end) all (all) bad things (things) can't wait (wait) to begin (gin) which will shall make u laugh it shall make u cry wet can't leave the ground shall not greet the sky (ummm) which shall make u laugh it shall make u cry (ummmmm) wet can't leave (ummm) the ground (ummm) shall not leave (ummm) the sky (ummmm) |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
[scream]
Collipark, hannnh Chea! Yoh! Mike Jones! Who? Mike Jones Jones! Hannnh... Holluh atchu boi baby, you killed it on this one man, uhuh Chea! We got Ying Yang Twins and Mike Jones in the house tonight! Yo yo. (all these piece) Collipark and Swishahouse in this bitch, Check it out, yo yo, [Chorus] I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line Cute face slim waist wit a big behind I need a dime that's top of the line Cute face slim waist wit a big behind You want this money then you gotta be a Badd bitch Shake that ass for a tip of you a Badd bitch Drop it down to the floor if you a Badd bitch Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a Badd bitch [Verse 1] I'm in the club, lookin' for a Badd bitch In the parking lot, lookin' for a Badd bitch Everywhere I go I'm trying to find that Badd bitch You know me I gotta keep me a Badd bitch Freak in the mornin', freak in the evenin' I'm looking for a freak when I'm done block bleedin Now take me to a house, tease me, then please me And tell all her friends how the dick made her sleepy, And believe me, when I'm up in there I'm beatin' it, Givin' ya that Mike Jones' treatment I could tell by the way she walk that she got it Body so delit, you can tell when she drop it I either gonna hit her imma beat ass tight I've seen her walk by me, damn near passed out Then crept up behind her, tell her it was time to Let a playa like me get in that vagina [Chorus] I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line Cute face slim waist with a big behind I need a dime that's top of the line Cute face slim waist with a big behind You want this money then you gotta be a Badd bitch Shake that ass for a tip of you a Badd bitch Drop it down to the floor if you a Badd bitch Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a Badd bitch [Verse 2] She's a ghetto ass bitch with some ghetto ass game In the club where she work and she poppin' that thing Said the bread keep her fed and the head at the bar She could never breath on a nigga dick made em come, Come one! (Come one!) Come all! (Come all!) Where them hoes like to get buckin bald And can't take off they draws Ain't standin' now nigga naw I love the way she dance, she look like she fuckin' herself Shawty do a number just touching herself Freaky ways she can shake ass for days Then kick it in sixty-nine different ways Jump onstage she get paid she goes off You got enough money she taking the clothes off Look at that, I tought I taw a puttycat I did I did I did taw a puttycat [Chorus] I'm lookin' for a dime that's top of the line Cute face slim waist with a big behind I need a dime that's top of the line Cute face slim waist with a big behind You want his money so you gotta be a Badd bitch Shake that ass for the tip of your Badd bitch Drop it down to the floor if you'ra Badd bitch Aw no she ain't no hoe, she just a Badd bitch [Verse 3] Bitch move, like you got somethin' to prove Keep runnin' you dick sucka who you gonna lose? I don't wanna hear 'bout your motherfuckin' blues I'd rather see your ass clap clap in them shoes Like Be |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
[Verse 1]
Listen baby, sometimes I know I be playin but set aside the bullshit, I'ma grown ass man. Whats to understand that I love to fuck, Can I hit it from the back or put ya ass in a buck? Screamin Shawty what's up, are we fuckin' are what, We aint got nothin to discuss im simply tryin to bust nuts. The temperatures risin', We reachin the bed, Ya eyes begin to roll in the back of ya head. [Verse 2] Bangin' Headboards, The loud noise, The sound of you screamin. Turn me on cus it sound like you singin'. Sayin my name constantly, Sayin' daddy keep fuckin me. Get it how you want it long as you keep lovin' me. Put ya thing down, Boom the bedroom do it right, And it jus might be a long night, Alright, Now be Quiet you dont want them to hear us outside, let me get on bottom while you ride. [Chorus] Bedroom Boom, (Thats whats goin down tonight), Bedroom Boom, (Let me do ya body right), My bed will be boomin' for you... (boom boom) Bedroom boom, (All between the sheets baby) Bedroom boom, (I wanna drive you crazy), My bed will be boomin for you. [Verse 3 (Avant)] It feels like heaven when were off in this room together. I Can hear the music playin, then I hear ya voice sayin, "Ohh daddy now jus give it to me right there." "Ohh baby, Take a handfull of my hair." Cus you like it rough (rough) cant get enough (nough). Cus im the type of nigga thats gon fill you up, like a cup. And make this love thing overflow, I wont stop until ya body's tellin me so. Sheets gettin' sticky from the strawberries and whipped cream, If these walls could talk they would say this is one hell of a scene. Now you movin ya body jus like a gymnist, From the bed to the dresser, All type a' crazy shit. Case is tellin me stories, Body's hot and so horny, Hittin it from the rear, Wanna wisper somethin in yo ear. "I'm gonna love you all night... I promise." [Chorus 2] Bedroom boom, (Bedroom boom!!) Bedroom boom, (I can hear it baby!) My bed will be boomin' for you, (We'll be Fuckin all night, yes..) Bedroom boom, (Hittin yo body!) Bedroom boom, (Like boom boom boom!) My bed will be boomin' for you, (My bed will be shakin' til' the screws come loose, while im off in it) [Verse 4] Boom goes the bedroom, Behind closed doors, And the bedroom depends on how far things go. You move slow or move fast when you off in that ass, But you hittin' that mothafucker like everytime yo last. Spread yo legs like a bald eagle, Work that back, Move like a snake when you do dat dat. Now be quiet, You dont want them to hear us outside. Let me get on bottom while you ride. [Verse 5] You hotter than an album store, (Yea) Temptation got ya outta control, (Mmm Hmmm), You tremblin' like you out in the cold, You screamin' you cant take it no more. Beat the pussy so bad we done fell on the flo. (Can you believe it?) Throw our clothes in the kitchen and in the garage. All this love is waitin for you like im El' Depoge. See my dick stay hard. (Oh) And its gon stay cocked. (Yes) If a bitch fuck wit me she gettin her cherry popped. [Chorus 3] Bedroom boom, (This is serious business, Baby) Bedroom boom, (What goes on in this room, So what baby..) My bed will be boomin' for you, (Say Boom! boom!) Bedroom boom, Bedroom boom, (And it feels amazing!) |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
Mary mary, My mary, my mary mary, my mary, my mary, my mary
[Chorus] Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin collard greens (yes indeed!) Collard greens , we need some muthafuckin collard greens (no sticks, no seeds!) Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin collard greens (in my weed!) Collard greens, we need some muthafuckin collard greens Burn one, smoke some Who got tha blunts, blazin one Lift it in ya hand, then raise em up, light em up, take a puff Inhale, exhale, what's that smell, can't you tell Talkin bout that god damn herbal tea, puffin on damn marijuana trees What's wrong with these, real G's, goin in, all stank Everybody pullin out a bag of dank, shit in the air, so funky stank What the hell, might as well, smoke em all, we can ball Sit down playa before you fall, sesh kickin in on all of y'all Now take it in, through the nose Hold the smoke, let it go If ya choke, then you know, thats that, sell some mo' Fill up the weed pipe, keep all the seeds tight Do one hit it, mine does always keep me high, [Chorus] Gimme that green hella green, or that reefer cheba Let me show you how we, put em up, put em up, get a little high Gotta go get dank, stop at the liquor store, get dat drank Don't forget yo blunts, and yo razor Tell yo folks you were high, let em later, don't wanna save a Split the blunt, dump the tobacco, leave the paper, then put in the weed Roll it up, then grab yo lighter, ain't no way you can get no higher Take it from me, I smoke everyday, ridin away, gotta cheap that hay By the road, yes here that's right, gettin fucked up (that's riiight!) Just an average day in ma hood, in the wood, baby liquors all good Comin straight from the ATL, DC that's what we all grill Blow a gun, shoot smoke in the air Pour some liquor, for your niece who ain't there Gotta get this shit crunked up, sittin around, just gettin fucked up, yup [Chorus] Mary Jane, is my, everythang, And I, think I love her, more than a lady She'll never kick me out the door, or try to play me I guess that that's the reason, she my muthafuckin baby TILL DEATH DO US PART, Mary got my HEART Only thing can stop my from dyin with her is GOD I don't know bout YOU, but I know bout ME Yes INDEED, imma smoke WEED All we do is smoke weed, get it till we see or call the weed man ??? I love that shit with no seeds in it, shit that have purple leaves in it Shit that smell like outdoor, but we call that shit indoor I grow, purple, we don't fuck with it If yo weed got seeds in it, you can keep that shit Cuz I'm a hella reefer choka, big weed smoka Cuz nigga we smoke that quick green, that shit that we call collard green, yep [Chorus] |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
Yeah Ohohohoooo yeah! (up up oh up up yap) Ying Yang (yap yap up up oh yap yap) Wyclef (yap yap oh yap yap) Collipark (yap yap oh) Lets Go! She's fire She's fine She heals She mine Black barbie I'm ken She got hundred men and boosting I ain't really trying to let you in But you can spend your Benjamins Make no mistake bout it she your friend Pisses all about differences Wait she like to play games And she don't care who she play wit' She do what she do And she gon' get what she gon' get She hit the club And she gon' make her money quick Shake it Down the pole And make beleive the normal beat I like the the way she dance she take the thug put them in the trance She shake the like an avalanche Look into her eyes And you taking the chance I see the fire in her eyes Fire in her eyes The way she moves She got the fire in her eyes Fire on her waist Fire in her thighs I love the scandal She so dangerous (dangerous) She's so dangerous (dangerous) She's so scandolous (scandolous) I love the scandal Hear me sing Wohoo Hear she comes Watch out boy she'll chew you up She's dangerous (dangerous) Dangerous (dangerous) I love the scandal Freak, let me skid Shorty gonna make me spend all my earnins When I leave I'm gonna tell all my friends And we both coming back again And I'm looking for that girl (girl) That dance floor be the last time Shorty get crunk So Ima get her to dance for me one more time They can chunk it Work that monkey Pop that money Boy she want it All up on it They gonna pay her Show her around free So they can play her Dangerous (that girl) Scandolous And the world's girl's boys Well they angered us She so dangerous (dangerous) She's so dangerous (dangerous) She's so scandolous (scandolous) I love the scandal Hear me sing Wohoo Hear she comes Watch out boy she'll chew you up She's dangerous (dangerous) Dangerous (dangerous) I love the scandal You call your momma Lemme see your move Dirty dancing all in the nude Get crunkish She about 5 to 6 So I spend the money to see it I love them girls that belly dance Drop it down low And shake that Like whoa Shorty look like her ma Remind me of a coke cola bottle She a bad problem With her mind on the riches So bad she pimp him All about that mighty dollah, yeah Trying to rip what she ain't gonna hollah Send for the fry She gon' get it Then you go high She'll get it Tell 'em why She already did it Oh boy Allright rotate em DJ Whoa Black baby Ramalam Whoa Black baby Ramalam Whoa Black baby Ramalam Whoa Black baby Ramalam Yeah Black baby Ramalam Yeah Black baby Ramalam Yeah Black baby Ramalam Yeah Black baby Ramalam Wow Black Baby Ramalam Wow Black Baby Ramalam Wow Black Baby Ramalam Wow Black Baby Ramalam |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A.Still United (2006)
[Intro]
See, why a nigga make a mothafuckin song like this, cuz mothafuckas always off in a niggas ear, like a nigga dont do shit, bla bla bla bla bla bla bla bla wop wo wop wop wop. all you do is mothafuckin nag, stay off my niggas dick like a tick bitch you irritate a nigga like an itch, this is why a nigga wants to tell yall, get off my dick and my nuts, BIITCH! [Verse] Some of yall ? Here its big game Put ya name in shame Its yo fuckin bling Sure dont make a mothafuckin punk raw ??? You thinkin with ya brain Ya thinkin with ya dingaling Lost in the sauce ?????? Had a bad bitch and a grill but ya lost Washed up now Still lookin up No ??? cant pay yo dues so you gotta blow Flow Some like war Gotta think hard Gotta be a little smart Cant be ??? With all that vulgar destruction Gets ya blood rushin Make a nigga wanna bad ??? One roundabout knocked out Call it a brick ?????? Cant hold with a brawler bitch These niggas is raw We got the hooks upside ya jaw [chorus] Yall hoes get off my duts (AHH) Yall hoes get off my duts (AHH) Yall hoes get off my duts (whats yo duts?) Ma dick and my nuts Yall niggas get off my duts (AHH) Punk niggas get off my duts (AHH) Punk niggas get off my duts (whats yo duts?) Ma dick and my nuts [outro] Hey king, bump that shit man, this collipark music, fuck all these hoes and these niggas Check this out, dont even worry bout it, matter of fact, we gonna let dj science rip they ass, check it out (dj scratches up samples of two men saying 'my dick' and 'my balls' until fade) |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
I had a partner named Courtney
Dead, pulled by a van, blood gone from his head I had another partner named Terry Dead, he tried to flee the scene before they hit 'em wit the left My grandma always said When it rains it pours So they're dying like flies Got me kinda scared to go outdoors I had a cousin named Ant Dead, they say the young man only died by the head The streets all we got it Boys gon' be boys, me in ya hype Teach your son to like guns with toys Now what we supposed to do When you know you gotta get ya kid enrolled in school? So you start hanging 'round with the local crew Have a smoke or two Start kicking 'em a joke or two Tell me what the parent's supposed to do? Go tell momma (Go tell momma) To go ask daddy (To go ask daddy) That since when was the last time We were a family Like we supposed to be Brothas and sistas (Brothas and sistas) Achi cousins I love you (Achi cousins I love you) And sometimes we as family We don't do what we supposed to So I say Family, yeah, family Family, yeah 1979 that's when my momma had me 2006, her oldest son is a daddy Check it, I got two daughters of my own They say I degrade women But they degrade they self They didn't have help, growing up She had a dead beat momma And a dead beat dad She go and shake, shakes quick in the club Drop it like it's hot I tell my kids what to do And what to do not I'm a grown and I gotta feed my kids So I teach them the right And wrong way to live If you feel bad You need to stop shaking, shaking And your parents won't be so mad Might smile at you If you keep shaking your *** in the club Ying Yang gon' show you love Listen, I keep stressing to my daughters stay in school Learn all you can, yes, I'm a real family man Go tell momma (Go tell momma) To go ask daddy (To go ask daddy) That since when was the last time We were a family Like we supposed to be, family Brothas and sistas (Brothas and sistas) Achi cousins I love you (Achi cousins I love you) And sometimes we as family We don't do what we supposed to So I say Family, yeah, family Family, yeah Check this out I wanna break the music down for a minute I wanna say something to us You know I say us 'cause we are a people We all are equal If you love your sister, your brother Your father, your mother Clap yo' hands Clap yo' hands Clap yo' hands Clap yo' hands Family, family Family, family, family Go tell momma (Go tell momma) To go ask daddy (To go ask daddy) That since when was the last time We were a family Like we supposed to be Brothas and sistas (Brothas and sistas) Achi cousins I love you (Achi cousins I love you) And sometimes we as family We don't do what we supposed to So I say Family, family Family, yeah |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
Fri-fri-friday
Fri-fri-friday Fri-fri-friday See it don't really matter what yo' boss got ta say We can't make ya mad See it's pay day, you got double over time Ain't nothin' on yo' mind Time to recline, hit the club We gon ride 'cause it's Friday Friday Friday Friday Ain't no sweat, give me my check, let me jet Go get fresh, look my best Better then the rest, best in the flesh Greater then lest Take you the pass, yes, I'm the head Rub my glass, second best on the verse I'm the worse when I'm on tha When I play I look fly All the girls wanna, all the girls wanna Ride thro the hood with a Chevy dom The south got bottom and we love the thump The bass gon vibrate in the trunk The thump gon make the body hump It's Friday, it's pay day Everything gon' go my way day Everybody gonna hear what I got to say I'm out this bitch 'til Monday It's Friday, it's pay day Everything gon' go my way day Everybody gonna hear what I got to say I'm out this bitch 'til Monday I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block The club is the place where the party gon' rock I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block The club is the place where the party gon' rock You been workin' all week, didn't get much sleep But today is the last day, time to go play Get yo check, get out that bitch You know where to go to get crunk with it Hit the club, get you drank on Hit the dance flo', get yo' crank on Party over here get crunk over there Everybody's hands in the motherfuckin' air Hot but you feelin' good You ain't on the clock so it's all good You havin' you a ball, you with yo' dogs And the club packed from wall to wall See it don't really matter what yo' boss got ta say We can make ya mad See it's pay day, you got double over time Ain't nothin' on yo' mind Time to recline, hit the club We gon ride 'cause it's Friday Friday Friday Friday Just got paid, it's Friday night Hit the mall get fresh Hit the club tonight Damn right, party 'til it's time end On Saturday I be back again It's the weekend, baby, have a blast You thru with yo' drank Have anotha glass Get yo ass on the dance flo' Have some fun You in the middle of the crowd, nigga Burn you one They drankin', they thankin' the weekend last forever But before you leave the club you need to pull you together While you sippin' and tippin' you need to check you ride Because you don't want to go outside and catch a dui Warning Fridays usually lead to high volumes Of drinking, smoking and partying It's Friday, it's pay day Everything gon go my way day Everybody gonna hear what I got to say I'm out this bitch 'til Monday It's Friday, it's pay day Everything gon go my way day Everybody gonna hear what I got to say I'm out this bitch 'til Monday I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block The club is the place where the party gon' rock I'm off the clock, I'm turning the block The club is the place where the party gon' rock Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls It's with great pleasure for me To introduce to you my Wyclef John Aitte, now I know y'all crunk We gon keep y'all crunk We bringin' back that funky shit Ying Yang and Wyclef in this bitch But I would like to introduce to y'all My man, the wonder boy But y'all may know him As Jerry Wonder on the bass guitar |
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from Westwood (2003)
[chorus]
Shawty so crunk she comin out her clothes dick so big got caught in her thoart. do it hurt?(yeah) do it hurt?(hell yeah) one nut, two nuts that's what you get when you leta nigga lick that clit do you like it?(yeah) want to a nigga to bite it?(hell yeah) from the ceiling To the flo Till that hoe don't want no more That bitch better have my doe suck it(repeat over) lick it (repeat over) Niggas, I'ma tell yea you can't trust a bitch faras you can smell em' you better lick that stamp and mail em' back over there to the otha fella I care less(like i pose to) Always gotta stay fresh (like I 'pose to) Don't tolerate that stress(like i 'pose to) I'll punch a bitch in the breast (in the chest) I caught up with this ho she sucked my dick behind the store and I skeeted all in her thoat Then a nigga had to go I had to roll. Then I'm looking for another headhunter Georgia Dome Put your mouth on the dick give me Geargia Dome I love pussy pussy good but it always bleed when it's time of the month come, bitch eat yo dick [chorus] Fuck nigga that's enough said. See a bitch is only good for a duck head.(quacka) USD, Grade A pure jaw-jacka Low self-esteem nigga can't out mack her Bring her to the world of a low down nigga She the bomb You gotta past a ho round nigga here she come And all boxers fall shawty gon play them balls Bitch please I'm hotter than 400 degrees The only time you use your mouth is when you get on your knees. So Don't speak you shouldn't be saying nothing at all cause it's hard to talk with a mouth full of dick and balls So put it in your mouth and blow Put it deep down in your thoat Nigga like me don't want to hear that shit so do what the fuck you been told [chours] I smoke by myself I drank by myself I fuck these hoes by my got damn self You smoke by your self You drank by your self You fuck these niggas by your got damn self I said forget about them women that love to get ate out You'll be eatin'Red Loster she'll suck your thang off That's full-course meal for a nigga like me I'ma starve cause i ain't gon eat Now I don't eat nothing that get up and walk away Somebody I gotta look at face to face I say ew, that's nasty Nigga if you want to eat it you can have it (YAA!!!) [chours] |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
War, we at war, we at war, we at war, we at
Gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle, gimme my rifle Lets get this motherfucker back crunk This is gonna be me and my niggas Holdin' triggers in our back bump To take back what we once had We don't give a damn about the enemies Send they out to Baghdad They put a nigga on the front line But when it come to gettin' ahead They put ya way behind And they supports in minimum wage They don't give a choice to niggas They thinkin' we still slaves Every niggas got some thug in him Every niggas got some love in him Every niggas got a grudge in him Every niggas got a mug in him And every nigga busts a slug in him Now like a cat, bitch, we'll skin em y'all niggas ain't holdin' my venom, check yourself I'm a drop your ass off, bitch As soon as i loosen my motherfuckin belt, ah [Bridge] 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 3 for the projects, 4 for the love y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin' bout Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics We just black people gone and lost our mind We just really trying to draw the line Before it left our eyes Before we get left behind Let me tell you something about hard times Before we used to walk Before we had life in the dry And 911 wasn't known outside We didn't know how to read We didn't know how to write All we did was sing all day and all night Then when they let us start learning You all lose y'all mind And y'all forgot about the earlier times When Martin Luther King had a dream That one day we'd walk together We really need to get it together Kids stay in school Learn all you can Graduate, go to college, get knowledge Then we shall overcome, yes we can, we In the urge of faith we can demand it, for real [Bridge] 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 3 for the projects, 4 for the love y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin' bout Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Huh, 2, 3, 4 What the hell are we fighting for? Passing off Relationship's done what spore that's why they got the door More time, hoot hoot Aim aim, shoot shoot ain't nothing but the young kids they recruit Its a wonder they don't come home in they suit I took away some time Thinkin' how i could, should, would be If everybody in the world was free No crime nobody doing wrong Everybody getting along But when i step into reality This world is sore And that's why we at war Killin' ourselves over bullshit That we valued more than life y'all people better to get right, cause... [Bridge] 1 for the money, 2 for the thugs 3 for the projects, 4 for the love y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus And if ya moving too fast they'll get ya caught up like Ooh, them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics (ghetto) Ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics Time for us to find just a little piece of mind, talkin' bout Them ghetto classics (ghetto), ghetto classics |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh Colli Park in the house Slick we got Bun B (Bun B) Ying Yang Twins Check it out Colli Park drop them beats that'll rock ya world (Thats Right) We Got Bun B and Ying Yang in this thang so get get get get get get it girl Get It Get It Get It Girl (x 4) Get it girl (scratched up) Show them hoes wat u workin with Baby gotta eat You better get right Magic City, Monday, thats the crunk night That Petrone get a nigga gut shiverin Sight for sore eyes these hoes be deliverin Pussy poppin and shakin bringin home the bacon These hoes is for the takin no clothes that mean they naked What the hell you waitin on your ass better get it These girls in the club you better come on with it Drop it, Pop It, Shake it, roll it whoa bitch got a nigga dick sittin on swoll loosin control off the liquor and imma like the way she put that thing on a nigga She playin with my mind see the bitch is fine I can't make her mine but i could drop a dime You want her to dance, this your chance Nigga leave the club with his print showin in his pants Chorus Damn! look at that face look at those eyes look at them hips look at them thighs Got that apple bottom, baby fat top Baby girl you a bad mother (boy stop) Girl i ain't trippin and i ain't hatin but i been watchin and i been waitin like the way that you shake that thing lookin like you finna break that thing You need to let me take that thing with me back to the pad Coz when i put it on you betchya won't be mad You know i go hard then i go deep And its all night long we don't need no sleep Have you doin things that your last man couldn't Lick the lolly pop while i play with the puddin You said you wouldn't, i knew you would don't be scared, its all good, go, get it Chorus Drop it down low hoe shake that shit Lift up for a nigga get loose with it bitch Go Down If he really want some get your ass on the floor and get crunk money comes and goes so its best you get your ass on the floor Start poppin that pussy and then gettin it low Got 10 20 30 40 50 dollar bills So your ass get crunk show me all of your skills Keep it real even tho i know ur a lady You Still in the booty club naked shake it Hold that shit girl show me what you got there Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga for a hot tip Bitch get crunk let me see you hit a split Bop your ass up and down like you ridin on a dick I came to the club to put some money in your world so get it get it get it get it get it get it girl Chorus Get It Girl Get It Girl Get it get it get it Get It Girl Get It Girl Show them hoes wat u workin with |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
Yeah (Yeah)
Uh Colli Park in the house Slick we got Bun B (Bun B) Ying Yang Twins Check it out Colli Park drop them beats that'll rock ya world (Thats Right) We Got Bun B and Ying Yang in this thang so get get get get get get it girl Get It Get It Get It Girl (x 4) Get it girl (scratched up) Show them hoes wat u workin with Baby gotta eat You better get right Magic City, Monday, thats the crunk night That Petrone get a nigga gut shiverin Sight for sore eyes these hoes be deliverin Pussy poppin and shakin bringin home the bacon These hoes is for the takin no clothes that mean they naked What the hell you waitin on your ass better get it These girls in the club you better come on with it Drop it, Pop It, Shake it, roll it whoa bitch got a nigga dick sittin on swoll loosin control off the liquor and imma like the way she put that thing on a nigga She playin with my mind see the bitch is fine I can't make her mine but i could drop a dime You want her to dance, this your chance Nigga leave the club with his print showin in his pants Chorus Damn! look at that face look at those eyes look at them hips look at them thighs Got that apple bottom, baby fat top Baby girl you a bad mother (boy stop) Girl i ain't trippin and i ain't hatin but i been watchin and i been waitin like the way that you shake that thing lookin like you finna break that thing You need to let me take that thing with me back to the pad Coz when i put it on you betchya won't be mad You know i go hard then i go deep And its all night long we don't need no sleep Have you doin things that your last man couldn't Lick the lolly pop while i play with the puddin You said you wouldn't, i knew you would don't be scared, its all good, go, get it Chorus Drop it down low hoe shake that shit Lift up for a nigga get loose with it bitch Go Down If he really want some get your ass on the floor and get crunk money comes and goes so its best you get your ass on the floor Start poppin that pussy and then gettin it low Got 10 20 30 40 50 dollar bills So your ass get crunk show me all of your skills Keep it real even tho i know ur a lady You Still in the booty club naked shake it Hold that shit girl show me what you got there Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga Jaga for a hot tip Bitch get crunk let me see you hit a split Bop your ass up and down like you ridin on a dick I came to the club to put some money in your world so get it get it get it get it get it get it girl Chorus Get It Girl Get It Girl Get it get it get it Get It Girl Get It Girl Show them hoes wat u workin with |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
I hate hoes
I hate hoes I hate hoes Oh [Chorus] All these hoes is the motherfucking same, Play you to the left like a motherfucking lame, Call you out you motherfucking name, Fuck you all lames I got game! I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me I hate hoes, hoes hate me For real bitch, don't take the shit wrong Thinking I'm nice I'll break you jawbone Get the fuck on Leave me alone Bitch you better go on See, you all hoes ain't optimistic Cockblockin' bitches You unproper bitches What's the problem bitches? You say your nigga hurt your feelin's Well, hoes done hurt mine Not once, not twice, But bitch all the time So I'm a dog to a broad Have 'em all crying, I done cried before, That don't make me a hoe That just show me where my feelin's ain't supposed to go See, I got the magic stick you dumb bitch Other nigga you fuck with, be on some punk shit And I'm gonna show you all I don't need no help, Just as soon as I loosen my belt Bitch! [Chorus] I need a moment, I can't stand bitches and hoes 'cause a bitch is a bitch and a hoe gonna hoe, But a woman hold her own She got her own home She drive her own car Buying drinks at the bar Take a nigga out to eat Take a nigga to the mall Treat a nigga good And wash a nigga draws But bitches ain't shit, Always talking shit They wanna be the shit But is they shit? No And hoes, they fuck off the god damn chain Everything and everything but don't take names So that's a nasty hoe and I can't do shit wit it Please get out my face I don't need a case Yeah, I love you all respectful women Independent women I takes 'em out all the time But you all hit the baggage need to keep on tracking I ain't speaking I ain't talking to nothing 'cause [Chorus] Just keep my name out you mouth Before you find out how a down south hoe will out You're a hater, she's a hater, three a hater, for Everywhere I go I see some hating ass hoes Southern Belle, Jazzy Belle, Never Monogamous ?? be hot because my deeper esophagus Still they run up on me, smile and phone me, Laugh 'cause soon as I turn my back they stab it Learn to play fair Stop trying to care Two hoes to one nigga, Bitch, learn to share Baby, you dead ass broke For hating on the rich chicks See how I flow? Bitch, put it on you wish list Two seater wit the chill on My baby daddy put the grill on Fixing to put the heels on Chrome spokes with the low pros And the trunk funk blows up the cedar on the dashboard [Chorus] This is the men's national anthem for this year All you real women, You all can sing this shit too If you a hoe and you hate another hoe, You can sing this shit too If you a bitch and you hate and bitch, You can sing this shit too So everybody's gonna sing this shit I hate hoes, they hate me too Yup Yup Yup Yup Yup Bitch! |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
Ahhhh shit
Ya'll know what time it is (What time is it) It's the return of the motha f**kin ying yang twins And you know this is your boy Collipark And we back on the fifth L.P. We back in this biz baby, but this time we gonna do it a lil different For the first half of the album we gonna do it for the die hard ying yang twins fans The ones that been with us from day one The second half of the album we gonna team up with my man Wyclef and my man Jerry Wonder And do it a little different Make it a little musical for ya'll So what you can do right now is sit back, grab you some gack, some patron, fire you up a blunt And all you ladies that like to shake ya ass You already know its about to go down in this bitch It's the motha f**kin chemically imbalanced L.P. So we free to do it like this Yo check it out |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
[ wooooooooooooo ]
Ha ha Ha ha Woah Ying yang Collipark Get back Get back Ladies Yo yo yo yo Jack it up [ chorus ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah] [ verse 1] Collipark come down and watch there mother fuken jaws hit the ground now jack yo ass up, jack yo ass up, jack yo ass us, jack yo ass up, thick thick mamma jammas all in there, booty booty booty booty rockin everywere, drunk little people they stop and stare, drunk little people dont come in there, naked skin is all they wear, how they new everything is bear, playing with the girl, baby hair, leanin on back in the chair, say **** you know that chick is fine, you get that one, this ones mine, watch you call big booty girls in line, *********, chain thats what there working, ever since the game bout girls been twerkin, ying yang twins know that to do, if u dance in the club they'd be workin you. [ chorus ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah] [ verse 2] Collipark come down and watch there mother fuken jaws hit the ground now jack yo ass up, jack yo ass up, jack yo ass us, jack yo ass up, baby you know u look good in dem clothes, let me take a picture with my camera fone, the way u poppin and droppin, shawty of the chain, so wibble wobble shake it and move that thang, so back it on up like a ***** truck, girl u know i love it how u stretch yo stuff, i like that so baby do what u do, aint no body else look as gud as u, coz u a bad mamma jamma with a big behind, so bring that thang up for me one more time, and shake it like a salt shaker [ shake it like a salt shaker], girl work ur mind and make u do that thang, thats it right there girl i love it when u do that move, ooo u got a big booty on you, **** dance floor and show em how we get down wid it, follow me lets get it get it. [ chorus ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah] [ verse 4] Collipark come down and watch there mother fuken jaws hit the ground now jack yo ass up, jack yo ass up, jack yo ass us, no money, no honey, no cash, no ass, no gucci, no couchie, so dont even ask, no fine ass, no romance, no dough, no hoe, if u aint got no **** then u cant go to bed, you look like a super model wit alot of class, girl look at yo booty wat u doing wit all that, girl i no this might through ya off but can i touch yo booty and see if its soft, shake that thang like a tamberine, move it round and round like a washing machine, girl u no u look gud to me, yes i do like wat i see. [ chorus ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah ] Do you like what you see bet you want a piece of me, do you like what you see, what you see, what you see [ hell yeah] |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
Ass get to jigglin'
Ass get to jigglin' Ass get to jigglin' Ass get to jigglin' Ass get to jigglin' Motherfuckin' wigglin' Motherfuckin', motherfuckin' wigglin' Ass get to jigglin' Ass get to jigglin' Ass get to jigglin' Motherfuckin' wigglin' Jiggle, jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') (Ass get to jigglin') Jiggle, jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Now wiggle, wiggle (Motherfuckin', motherfuckin') (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Wiggle, wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Now jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle, jiggle I'm from the land of the booty booty droppin' droppin' Pussy hoe poppin', knockin' Niggaz eyes out they socket, takin' money out they pocket Shoot 'em to the moon like a mother motherfuckin' rocket Pussy start wars, turn bitches into stars Get goose behind bars, then smoke like cigars I prefer swishas befo' I lick her I got a tree for this trick, this dick a skeeter I come, if she came, I win to see her So 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 This stacks is on deck, this bitches don't second this, somebody bail That's why the pussy club sell 'coz a nigga rather pay money Just to see a tail, then they go to the house for his bitch to raise hell And plus every time she said no, they say yeah, so we are go fish Jiggle, jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') (Ass get to jigglin') Jiggle, jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Now wiggle, wiggle (Motherfuckin', motherfuckin') (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Wiggle, wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Motherfuckin' wigglin') When it go wobblin' and shakin', we love to see 'em get naked So we be spendin' the money to see how up she'll take it She work that thang on the pole, when she be slidin' down slow If you ain't been to a booty club, then your ass wouldn't know So let me paint a picture to make it a bit cleara I love the club but I don't love no strippaa Yeah, I'm a tippa, that's why I'm in the club To see her shake her ass but I ain't fallin' in love She shake it like a salt shaker, see you now, see you later Ying Yang Twins, it the strip hoes motivator Make that pussy poop if you wanna get the loot Now bend over, touch your toes, let me see you get low Make your left cheek jump and your right cheek jump Now roll, roll, roll, roll, roll that rump I love to see a naked hoe dance, no, I ain't wit that romance She wibble, wobble and shake it, shawty love to get naked Jiggle, jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') (Ass get to jigglin') Jiggle, jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') Jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More jiggle, jiggle, more jiggle (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Now wiggle, wiggle (Motherfuckin', motherfuckin') (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Wiggle, wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') Wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Ass get to jigglin') More wiggle, wiggle, more wiggle (Motherfuckin' wigglin') Yo, you know how to do it Aight, yep |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
I know what you go through From me to you, I love you From the nigga to the baller, never satisfied So the money got you doing shit that'll fuck up your pride You ain't a hoe, you just really trying to get by Every day looking up at the sky Sometimes, shit get so hard It really have you bothered First you sigh, then you cry Up a whole puddle of water Seem like this shit won't ever end Merry go rounds to the whirlwinds Waves turn to a hurricane If you see joy, you got to see pain Shit in the world ain't gonna ever change Even when you die, it'll be the same Now you due to them circumstances Jars aren't counted so your forced to dance Hoping and praying for a second chance Just wanna put back on your pants Walk out the club and throw up your hands Tired of being disrespected by her man Think this shit ain't right for you Niggaz been yellin all night for you Got in your mind what's best for you Walk up to the club owner, tell him your through She's stuck off in this little room With nothing left to hold onto Her life is in a little box She's wondering will it ever stop The life of a stripper I'm so sick and I'm so tired Of these clubs, I keep crying Every night, I wipe my eyes Cause these years pass me by I give up, I'm all in My whole life is full of sin This road is a dead end I wanna live again From the point when a child is torn from a mothers umbilical cord No one really enforces that life is gonna be hard Which is kinda left up to the teachers But the teachers leave it up to the preachers The preachers ain't fillin the bleachers It's the rappers Sad, ain't it It was this girl named Star, pretty fine little woman Going to college, taking off her clothes for money She gotta pay the rent, she got a little girl Her baby daddy ain't shit, See what she dealin with? But she gotta hold on (hold on) Wanna leave the club alone (it feels wrong) She gotta pay the bills but in the meantime She like "fuck how she feel" living is real So she back in the club again Taking off her clothes again Going to school, going to work, getting tiring Lack of sleep but baby gotta eat And these shoes on her feet She got a test next week so she stressed Ask god to give her a blessing, send her in the right direction Her parents died when she was eight years old And after that, she felt like she was all alone But she got her grandparents and they raised her well Keep going to school, take care of yourself Getting hard, going to school and work in the club And at the same time looking for love She can't keep skipping for an occupation In a minute she'll be graduating Make her wanna throw up her hands Now she only wanna live again She's stuck off in this little room With nothing left to hold onto Her life is in a little box She's wondering will it ever stop The life of a stripper I'm so sick and I'm so tired Of these clubs, I keep crying Every night, I wipe my eyes Cause these years pass me by I give up, I'm all in My whole life is full of sin This road is a dead end I wanna live again She's stuck off in this little room With nothing left to hold onto Her life is in a little box She's wondering will it ever stop The life of a stripper |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
Girl, Me and the Lods been friends for a mighty long time
(such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time) And girl, the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind (Well oh oh..) Up in the street and misguided never payed attention So I got my soul devine, player's soul decided to let my soul confide with the lights of him Who the father, my bread and my water I never bought a cue and into this (?) Down in my world are you going let you hypocrites It'll take your life to be a Christian man I hope you learn, everything else Is in vein so you're bound to burn Gonna break your bone I'm in a war don't let this life game over-rule Trying take control of you That's all the devil do God was in Jesus, God is in us But God ain't in the barrel of that pistol that you bust You can play this game wrong, you gotta take it how it goes, Is there ever a feeling for living if the body's gone I never understood why what can make a man cry, It can make a man strong when nobody's on his side Girl, (girl) Me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time (such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time) And girl, the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind (Never crossed my mind, never crossed my mind, oooh) (Well oh oh..) Back and forth, night and day, you repeat the same scene Standing at the pool a bit, time to repent again Mostly men have a gun just put that down on circle purpose When the poo of the world, got me standin by the circle Agitate you, yes it does, this is what you though was love Only name, same to be lust, mixed emotions make you want to bust Mamma tryin, children cryin, dad outta work, welfare lying Prejudice, always see, the bottom of the barrel Falling down on my knees, heavenly father, here we go on knowing That we get to heaven, there's gonna be some open arms, Judgment was man-made, not a [..], and this I recorded, But I didn't live the party, but I thank that my heart beat, Gotta make me, oh sure Jesus I don't know if there's a hell, But I know I've whitnessed hell here, all I do is dwell here Trying not to trail here, saying too much will get you knocked off or locked up in jail here Tell me do you smell fear, knowing that we so near, Trying to take the voices of the truth, out the youth ear, And if you late a time frame, you play all kind of mind games, I ain't put my life on the line for a damn thing Girl, Me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time (such a mighty long time, such a mighty long time) And Girl, (I don't really want to be without you) the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind (Never crossed my mind) (Well oh oh..) I can never make it, I can never ever make it Without you baby Cause you've been my best friend Girl, When everybody turned their back on me, You were there when I fell down on my knees And I give you all, all of me, And every part of me, oooowoooo, Girl, me and the Lords been friends for a mighty long time (For long time, such a mighty long time) And girl, (I don't really want to be without you) the thought of leavin you has never crossed my mind (Never crossed my mind) (Well oh oh..) I'm a live, I will never leave o no no When the people say, c'mon and go with me 'Cause I will never leave you, and you've been my best friend nobody understand, but they can't look inside of me, o yeah.. [fade out] Submitted by - DJ PsyK |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A.Still United (2006)
Oh My God
It's bout to go down. Diss ya boy Mr. Collipark, And we bout to crank this one up like we used to do those old JT mixed tapes. This the U.S.A (Still United) LP, you know what I mean. And on this, we got a lot of songs yall might have heard about, but you know, we got um on here now. We got that pink, the pink panther, we got that, we got that uh wiggle then move that didn't make the album. We got that tripple six that didn't make the album. We got that brand new bubba sparxxx song on here. We got that bun b get it girl. We got so much stuff on here, we also got our new groups. We got homeboy, we got the cadillac boys, me and d roc got our group da da um musicians on here. Man I I aint ever gone rerecord this cuz it's so real right now. Diss gone be the biggest party startin, rerelease of an album eva,eva, eva, eva, eva |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
(feat. Anwar)
(Chorus) They dont know how far back that we go (we go) From riding skates, to riding 24's From off the block husttlin to rockin shows we done seen many bumps in the road But still we remain, still in the game Never worry , about them haters, that will never change And i put this on everything babe I am my brother's keeper. (Verse : Kain) Listen D-roc, i know you dont think i care for ya, but at a drop of a dime i'll be there for ya, and anybody want to see us apart we need to get rid of they ass man and thats from the heart. Pick em apart now that the ying yang twins got some ends, we seem to have plenty of friends. excuse me then friend, let me borrow a stamp and when tomorrow comes dont ask me to borrow it back. If they cant do that they dont contribute to the answer ? ? from the ? serious as cancer. If i was jojo dancer i would do the same thang, not to let another man spark my flame. D-roc is the ying , Kain is the yang but without the both of us we aint got a damn thang. Its me and my brother, my brother and me, all that you see on TV (Chorus) (Verse : D-roc) United states of Atlanta its still me and my brother we done been through a lot but still kain i love ya. blood, sweat, and tears, good days and bad from the time you make me laughor you made me mad. I still got cha back but imma take ya way back when we was sufferin just to get a nickle sack, scraping up change trying to make 2 dollars or 3 to get some 99 cent hamburgers to eat and then ride thorough atlanta in yo raggedy car. back then we was some underground superstars and these last 5 years we done put work in, now the whole world know of the ying yang twins. Even though we dont spend time at home together, we hit the road and its like we never left each other. Now thats love. I love you til the day that i leave so its still my brother and me. (Chorus) (Verse: Kain and D-roc) People of the world we must change our mind frame and stay away from the con and mind games. Its hard to maintain and stay sane at the same time, steady working hard but you bareky gettin by trying to make a line between stress and peace and satan always gettin the best of me, my closest of kin, my best friend, man we all in the struggle but you gotta remember im yo brother. Listen people you need to start helping yo brother, helping yo sister, mama, daddy, children and all. Dont leave these babies out here all alone they dont know whats going on. THey dont know right from wrong, so when you see yo brother give him a hug and a shoulder to lean on and dont leave him out here on his own cause times gettin hard these days. We at war amongest ourselves and we at war overseas brother. (Chorus) |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
I got money in my hand
I'm 'bout to walk up to her and I ain't playin' This bitch gon' hear what I'm sayin' 'Cause when I'm payin', bitch, I'm the man So bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Girl, you know you find this shit Let's get together so we can fuck Me and you, girl, let's just suck Girl, you know you wanna fuck Up on the man while the niggaz love to see the pussy pop The plan is to get a couple a grand outta niggaz socks But niggaz ain't tippin' fo nuthin' So shut the fuck up and dance so I keep on struttin' Big booty butt nigga hoe dance in the club Nigga so good, got me wanna fuck My dick hard then a motha fucka (What you say?) My dick hard then a motha fucka Pokin' out my pants Boy, I'm gon' tear that pussy up if I ever get the chance Then grab that bitch with my motha fuckin' hand The midnight hood don't be playin' So you like it rough, well, come here then You really love to fuck, well, come here then Your wicked dance got me outta control I just wanna see if you can bust it open So bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Girl, you know you find this shit Let's get together so we can fuck Me and you, girl, let's just suck Girl, you know you wanna fuck Now I walk in the club got a thousand ones Got your pretty bitch in the club, show me some Damn, my dick hard then a motha fucker (What you say?) My dick hard then a motha fucker Old school like tootsie Roll on in the club and stroke that pussy Bitches teach that mind all the time for the right dime It'll blow your mind when you find what they do behind Now there you hoes be showin' a nigga some love Remind me of the movie 'The Players Club' Hit the green light and ya ain't get in the building All these hoes wanna show us they pussy The class of the ass in the pussy line I got a dick for trick, I got a treat for buyin' That'll sweat the owner Tell the customer, "Pie for sale and its sweet potato custard" So bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Girl, you know you find this shit Let's get together so we can fuck Me and you, girl, let's just suck Girl, you know you wanna fuck Girl, you know you find this shit Let's get together so we can fuck Me and you, girl, let's just suck Girl, you know you wanna fuck I got a money in my hand I'm 'bout to walk up to her and I ain't playin' This bitch gon' hear what I'm sayin' 'Cause when I'm payin', bitch, I'm the man So bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Bust it open, bust it open Girl, you know you find this shit Let's get together so we can fuck Me and you, girl, let's just suck Girl, you know you wanna fuck Girl, you know you find this shit Let's get together so we can fuck Me and you, girl, let's just suck Girl, you know you wanna fuck |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
Last call for alcohol!
Last call for alcohol! You can do what the f**k you think, but it's time for your last drink. If you ain't got it, you better get it. You want another drink... Yeah What you want to drink? Let me get that patron *hickup* |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
[Girl Talking]
Hey You You know you been talkin a lot of shit Whisperin in my ear Makin me feel all hot and bothered and shit Makin a muthafucka horny You say you can fuck Prove it [D-Roc] Look bitch You dun talked a whole lot of shit But wait til you see my dick I ain't really fo' the talkin game You dun came in the room and started handlin thangs First start wit brain Then I'ma beat the pussy up Hit it from the back And beat the pussy up Girl why you frontin d Doin all that runnin Be yo ass still Long dick comin Now ride on the dick like you was dancin in the club He really love attention So show him some love Now come up slow and jus ride the head Now drop down fast Put it all in the air Now turn ya ass around let me hit it from behind ya Put big dick inside ya I'ma hit it from the back while I'm pullin your hair You climbin up the wall but I'm pullin your hair Gettin freaky than a muthafucka sweatin I'm all on you, you all on me Fuckin like dogs Me and shawty off of the wall And I like the way she play with the balls Shawty I ain't holdin nothin back at all Ain't scared to put the mouf on the dick She swallowed it And she like it when a nigga be pullin her hair Talkin nasty to her ass while I'm pullin her hair [Chorus (Girl)] Now that I got you in the bed I'm gon pull yo hair Snatch yo ass up by the head I'm gon pull yo hair (Pull my hair, Pull it hard) (Pull my hair, Pull it tight) (Pull my hair, Come on baby) (Pull my hair) [Moans] (Fuck me daddy, Spank me daddy) (Fuck me daddy, Spank me daddy) (fuck me daddy, Spank me daddy) (Fuck me... Shit) [Girl] Mmmmmm You like this You wanna see what I have [Kaine (Girl)] Ay bitch I'm talkin to you (So tell me what you want me to do) [Clears Throat] Looka Hear [Moans] Drop down on all fours like a dog Now I'm lookin at yo ass 'fore I hit it That pussy from the back I'ma get it I'm walkin over to you wit the rubel (Ohhhh) Yo ass in trouble (Is it up high enough) I dun called yo bluff Fuck you til you cry (Uhhhhmmmm) You said I'd beat that pussy from the back so much,that I hurt yo sides (Moans) Yo ass should have been built for the war (Yes)Fuck it, and if you don't wanna wear yo tail,you need to put it in yo ass and tuck it I whispered jus to get ya in the bed Now I'm finna pull yo hair on ya head (Pull it) Shouldn't have fucked wit me Shut Up! If ya ass coulda ran you woulda But you put dat there aside That's how my dick got between yo thighs Now let's all ride I got a 10 foot pole That'll go in yo hole Take yo soul Make nut come out yo nose Fall all on yo clothes [Chorus (Just Guy)] [Chorus (Girl)] |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
Whoa whoa
She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever Like whoa whoa She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever like She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handle bars Shortys stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down Hey how ya doin' lil mama D Roc's my name Let me introduce you to my brother kaine I am the ying and he's the yang Let's sneak off and start handeling thangs Let's make it to my room quick Hey Shorty wait till you see my dick Let the dog just beat up the cat Whisper in your ear shorty how you like dat Pretty in the face thin in the waist got a nice ass right below that place Tip drill grab the ass see how it feel smooth and silky fine as wine shorty hope she gotta walk behind get it a Walk behind she like a lawn mower nigga she cuttin em down cuttin em down She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handel bars Shorty's stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down Ready for the strip club hoes Dancin in the club takin off they clothes Twenty's, fifties hundred dollar bills Making her move quick so you all her steal We love dat The way she drop it to the ground Make dat booty go round and round The way she dance she getting cash Whisper in her ear I like dat The only reason 'cause you get paid Yeah that's how you getting fed I mean when a nigga break bread Yeah I ain't no jesus(we love dem hoes) And plus they need us To crank to club Like we don't give a fuck She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handel bars Shorty's stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down Whoa whoa She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever Like whoa whoa She on another level Like whoa whoa We ready for whatever Listen here daddy I'm a grown ass woman Why you acting like you scared If you want it get up on it 'Cause if you ready for it just say that your ready for it Baby 'cause I am ready for whatever you ready for She fine as a super model Built like a coke bottle Hips like handel bars Shorty's stopping all the cars Yup Put that thang down Do it Put that thang down Get to it Put that thang down She's good Put that thang down |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
Chorus]
Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Verse 1 (Pitbull)] Up in the club Fuck VIP P to da I...I to da T Ying to the Yang Up in this thang D to da roc My Nigga Kaine Open it cut Pouring it up Rolling it up Holing it up Aint her ass swollen or what? Yes sir yes sir Oh we gonna take it back like theives and foes Nasty as i wanna be That must be 2 live for your crew Hoe get down get low Im crossin these mammas like tic tac toe Lets ride lets go Get loose get crunk get drunk get blown Thats right lets roll MIA ATL fo sho [Chorus] Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Bridge] That ho's fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa [Verse 2 (Ying Yang Twins)] That little momma is known around the world Shake that ass if u a nasty girl Back that ass up says juvenile Show a nigga some tities like girls gone wild Tear off this clip of clothes, i wanna see u in the nude You can keep on your high heel shoes So follow me down to yellow brick road Where niggas go to see naked hoes Shake that shit bitch And be off in the club with a hard ass dick Then drop like this bitch If you wanna make the money shawty work that shit Put a hump in your back And lick it raw To a 3 point stance But u mess up yo ass You must be on that kanye work out plan Like head shoulder knees hoes [Chorus] Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Bridge] That ho's fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa [Verse 3 (Ying Yang Twins)] Take em out in cruise Take em out all dressed Is the realest true niggas in the ATL Yeah we break it down betta shake a booty hoe And them hoes and the girl with the real tight clothe One time for the gang with the ying yang twins We already know we off the reel Dont tolerate that talkin Bitch u can make the walkin Patrollers is where im groaking The only way that we are talkin If your breath smells like mine Girl dont give a fuck cause u fine I miss em fo i kiss em I pack em fo i stack em So while we in the club betta get these girls Cause on the streets there aint no action [Chorus] Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Shake shake just shake shake Just shake shake Just shake chica shake shake Mentirosa Mentirosa Mentirosa Dale buebo Dale buebo [Bridge] That ho's fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa That ho's is fine but but but but this one's a killa |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
(Collipark) Haha woo shit boy I'm tired as hell that's alot of ass shakin an wigglin whatever man we done drunk all this liquor I can't drank no more patron so before we get with Wyclef and Jerry yo Ying Yang lets take a smoke break
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
(Chorus:)
(Ooh) Shorty off the chain right there Baby I don't mean to stare I want you to Know you're the shit fo sho girl, You a dime from head to toe (Ooh) Ain't tryin' to win no game Only wanna know your name, beautiful, let me know girl, Do you think we could take it slow? (Verse 1:) Can I get to know ya, I wanna be ya friend Ya confidant, the one ya call every now an then Ain't tryin' to block your grounds or even lock you down But if you feelin' down I'll be around I know you hear the streets, bumpin' they gums about me I know your girls be flippin' they tounges about me F**k what ya heard, It's all for what you see That was me and them, this is you and me Breakin' the Ice makin' you laugh Others get mad tellin you that I'ma do bad, Gurl, They don't want you wit me, Yeah we know that But they try to get me did you know that? I'm fo sho that, I wanna show that Ain't tryin to fast talk you, we can take it slow Yeah This is Yang baby, I'm tha Yang baby Let me thang that thang and make ya sang baby (Chorus:) (Ooh) Shorty off the chain right there Baby I don't mean to stare I want you to Know you're the shit for sure girl, You a dime from head to toe (Ooh) Ain't tryin' to win no game Only wanna know your name, beautiful, let me know girl, Do you think we could take it slow? (Verse 2:) Hey Lil' mamma how ya doin' whats yo name? Let me holla at ya, get to know ya betta Can we get togeha and go out sometime? Hit the movies get a bite to eat Have a man swoop you of your feet Compliment you on ya eyes, let him tell you nice things And whateva you want, he buy you anything Take a bubble bath, have a couple of laughs in tha tub And doin' erything that make you fall in love It might seem nothin' heard of, but it's true I dont have a reason to lie to you I got'cha back, just believe that You smoke weed we could smoke us a fast sack Kick it back and relax n watch the sunset Doin' erything i know you haven't done yet I'm just sayin' if you ready just let me know cuz from here we can make our relationship grow n take it slow (Chorus:) (Ooh) Shorty off the chain right there Baby I don't mean to stare I want you to Know you're the shit for sure girl, You a dime from head to toe (Ooh) Ain't tryin' to win no game Only wanna know your name, beautiful, let me know girl, Do you think we could take it slow? (Verse 3:) Damn Shorty fine, Yea she a dime Wanna make her mine, Playa ain't lyin' 'wake from half of tha night, she a first down Drop a bomb and she call a nigga nurse down 6 SECONDS,5 MORE SECONDS,4 SECONDS,3 MORE SECONDS,2 SECONDS,1 MORE SECOND,NO MORE SECONDS, Shorty come in n check it We'd 'em told you 'bout tha wild life, You need a man that'll always beat it down right Show you things you ain't never seen in tha bedroom So we a always make tha Bedroom Boom We a always havin' fun when we doin' things, freaky things If you wanna get freaky, We can get freaky If you ready just let me know cuz from here we can make it grow n take it slow (Chorus:) (Ooh) Shorty off the chain right there Baby I don't mean to stare I want you to Know you're the shit for sure girl, You a dime from head to toe (Ooh) Ain't tryin' to win no game Only wanna know your name, beautiful, let me know girl, Do you think we can take it slow... We can take it slow... (Take It Slow....) We can take it slow... (Take It Slow...) Oh girl, Yeah... |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
<i>[D-Roc talking]</i>
Ey, dis D-Roc from the Ying Yang Twins (yup) and i got Da Muzicians, Big Countrie, and B Gizzle to help me show yall how ta walk Dis is a new dance, right It's da ghetto electric slide so yall got ta walk wit me i said wa walk wit it, wa walk wit it, wa walk wit it, wa walk with it <i>[Chorus]</i> walk wit me now, step wit me now, step right wit me now, to the left wit me now, from the front to the back, from the front to the back, from the side to the side, from the side to the side, walk wit me, step wit me, take a right wit me, make a left wit me, wa walk wit it, wa walk wit it, wa walk wit it, wa walk with it <i>[D-Roc]</i> get energetic and hyperactive then start it dancin then gon do da walk get energetic and hyperactive then start it dancing then gon do da walk to the right, to the right to the left, to the left to the back, to the back to the front, to the front now take some baby steps,now take some baby steps, now take some baby steps,now take some baby steps, now take some baby steps,now take some baby steps, now take some baby steps to the right, to the left to the right, to the left to the back, to the front to the back, to the front <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[Countrie Biggz]</i> up in my pimp mode movin through the club in slow mo slow the slump down, wit my arm hangin real low knowin somthing new, cause they never see me move before i might be a big nigga, but still clor rug so come on shawty let go to the fuckin dance flo let me see you shake it, pop that thang oh you a nasty ho make that thang walk slow come on take it to the flo walk wit me one time, yeah shawty make it low <i>[Homebwoi]</i> bizzle got the pistol put one in ya make ya whizza relocate your body part hey ya walkin like a crippa when nigga be actin quicka pick her up, they start to tripa cant blast either nigga, ass down to the whizza betcha got a isha blame your trick my four people call their people when ya say somethin bitch see a ho, get a ho, fuck it blame one bitch atcha wit your dick in my hand my hand burnin <i>[chorus]</i> <i>[B.G.]</i> you know i walk wit a tip and my jeans always sag i don't have to wear a belt, my pistol hold up my pants i'm a a original gangsta, cool as they come step in a club,look around-would choose anyone i bruise any nigga wanna go there wit me better know i go everywhere wit that 4-4 wit me i go in a strip club withcho ho wit me walk out wit 2 mo, ready to get busy i'm whatever if it come to it like my idea just do it more then half of you niggas sold a product and ran through em man i'm a foo wit it, i'm a beast wit it, beat the slave, grope em, run in man im keep kickin it and i'm knee deep in it and i hold it down born and raised in new orleans,lousianna-uptown i hit it how i live, it aint just talk you can tell i'm the shit by the way i walk <i>[chorus]</i> |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
U.S.A. Lyrics
Its the return of the, of the motherfuckin brainiacs. Capitol homes represent East Atlanta where you at YING YANG!!! We back motherfucker! YING YANG!!! Take that motherfucker! [Kain] The same to niggas that the hoes used to dis Now we ridin on the road doing shows with our clique Put a lock on my dick 'cause my brain is da key I ain't wat you want so quit lyin to me See I was born by myself Imma die by myself And when I smoke my purple I'm gon get high by myself And if ain't D-roc on the side of me We ?? bitch can't even buy from me They call me crip, his name eric hi's the capper Since the 8th grade he said he would be a rapper Rapper? y'all niggas lost 'cause its 10 years later and shawty is throwed off One time for them niggas who keep claming they boss Keep thinkin we soft, we gon knock you're fuckin block off See D-roc known to be a people person And kaine really don't like discursion See pain is kinda what I like dispursin 'cause love make a nigga feel like a scrub Thugs that's were we residing at Some niggas like to lie just to hide the fact That they a bitch nigga, snitch nigga, all on another nigga dick nigga get you're own shit nigga And y'all hoes ain't gave us nothing but plenty of talk and da fucking the front bitch [Chorus] Nigga we bout that bank round here We smoke neva good gank down here (United State of Atlanta) Nigga we bout dat bread around here That's how you keep your baby feed down here [D-Roc] Boullivard to east lake, the west side to barn holmes From south de calf to glen wood From calli rd to martin luther king (United State United State United State United State of Atlanta) From allden av to peet street from flash hoes to bankhead From peak mount. to mag noi from lee street to simpson rd. (United State United State United State United State of Atlanta) Form greater holmes to inglewood from metro to clevland av from progression rd to pry st from oakland rd to E.A. [Chorus] Nigga we bout that bank round here We smoke neva good gank down here (United State of Atlanta) Nigga we bout dat bread around here That's how you keep your baby feed down here United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta United State you-United State you-United State you-United State of Atlanta.... |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
Hey how you doin lil mama?
Lemme whisper in your ear Tell you sumthing that you might like to hear You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft Mind if I touch it? and see if its soft Naw I'm jus playin' lets just say I can And I'm known to be a real nasty man And they say a closed mouth don't get fed So I don't mind asking for head You heard what I said, we need to make our way to the bed And you can start using yo head You like to fuck, have yo legs open all in da butt Do it up slappin ass 'cause the sex gets rough Switch positions and ready to get down to business So you can see what you've been missin' You might had some but you never had none like this Just wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up You fine, but I ain't gone sweat ya See I want to fuck, tell me what's up Walk around the club with yo thumb in ya mouth Put my dick in, take your thumb out There might be a lil kosher to deal with Wet fat hoe's they don't spill shit I keep a hoe hot when I'm puttin' in work want to skeet skeet you get your feelin's hurt 'Cause I'll beat dat cat with a dog And knock da walls of a broad til she scrawl Like (OOOOOH!) Yea something like that, But it depends on the swing of the baseball bat Fuck a bitch on da counter make the Plates fall Back On the floor she ain't screamin she a nut so they crack Crack...crack Fuck that bend over I'ma give you the dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy Up, Beat da pussy up (OOOOOOOH!) |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A.Still United (2006)
Hey how you doin lil mama?
Lemme whisper in your ear Tell you sumthing that you might like to hear You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft Mind if I touch it? and see if its soft Naw I'm jus playin' lets just say I can And I'm known to be a real nasty man And they say a closed mouth don't get fed So I don't mind asking for head You heard what I said, we need to make our way to the bed And you can start using yo head You like to fuck, have yo legs open all in da butt Do it up slappin ass 'cause the sex gets rough Switch positions and ready to get down to business So you can see what you've been missin' You might had some but you never had none like this Just wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up You fine, but I ain't gone sweat ya See I want to fuck, tell me what's up Walk around the club with yo thumb in ya mouth Put my dick in, take your thumb out There might be a lil kosher to deal with Wet fat hoe's they don't spill shit I keep a hoe hot when I'm puttin' in work want to skeet skeet you get your feelin's hurt 'Cause I'll beat dat cat with a dog And knock da walls of a broad til she scrawl Like (OOOOOH!) Yea something like that, But it depends on the swing of the baseball bat Fuck a bitch on da counter make the Plates fall Back On the floor she ain't screamin she a nut so they crack Crack...crack Fuck that bend over I'ma give you the dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy Up, Beat da pussy up (OOOOOOOH!) |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A. (United State Of Atlanta) / Explicit Version (2005)
Hey how you doin lil mama?
Lemme whisper in your ear Tell you sumthing that you might like to hear You got a sexy ass body and your ass look soft Mind if I touch it? and see if its soft Naw I'm jus playin' lets just say I can And I'm known to be a real nasty man And they say a closed mouth don't get fed So I don't mind asking for head You heard what I said, we need to make our way to the bed And you can start using yo head You like to fuck, have yo legs open all in da butt Do it up slappin ass 'cause the sex gets rough Switch positions and ready to get down to business So you can see what you've been missin' You might had some but you never had none like this Just wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up You fine, but I ain't gone sweat ya See I want to fuck, tell me what's up Walk around the club with yo thumb in ya mouth Put my dick in, take your thumb out There might be a lil kosher to deal with Wet fat hoe's they don't spill shit I keep a hoe hot when I'm puttin' in work want to skeet skeet you get your feelin's hurt 'Cause I'll beat dat cat with a dog And knock da walls of a broad til she scrawl Like (OOOOOH!) Yea something like that, But it depends on the swing of the baseball bat Fuck a bitch on da counter make the Plates fall Back On the floor she ain't screamin she a nut so they crack Crack...crack Fuck that bend over I'ma give you the dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait til you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick Wait you see my dick Ay bitch! Wait til you see my dick I'ma beat dat pussy up Like B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM, B-AM Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy up, Beat da pussy Up, Beat da pussy up (OOOOOOOH!) |
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from Ying Yang Twins - Chemically Imbalanced (2006)
Ladies and thugs
Please report to the dance floor It's Ying Yang Twins and we're about to Take over the game, game, game, game Say 1, say 2, say you know what to do We're gon' start the fun We're gon' get it started That's why we're the 2 Live Crew Man, I hate when the club be dead Ain't nobody dancin' 'cause they scared Get your ass on the floor and dance Why you came in the club, are you mad? Drop the rhythm to the boogie of the beat This ain't Miami but we bringin' all the Heat The ATL is on the map 2 young playas, you know we gon' snap Englewood, East Atlanta World wide with this country grammar Ying Yang Twins back again 'Bout to save your life like the Superfriends Yep, we so hot, yeah We so hot, yeah We so hot, yeah Somebody bring me water We so hot, yeah, water We so hot, yeah, water We so hot, yeah Somebody bring me water I said boom, bang, tick, tock The Ying Yang Twins, they known to beat the block So when our shit drop You know damn well the album gon' pop They wish that we stop We ain't said it now but our shit gon' pop Ying, Ying, Yang, Yang In the game, ain't a damn thing changed Dance on the floor, get crunk, get your groove on There's somebody hatin' that's when you bust a move on You came in the club to have a good time So crunk, you done cranked up a soul train line Now everybody dance on the floor Everybody watchin', wanna see sum more So let yourself go, you in the club You see me in the club, I'ma crank it up We so hot, yeah We so hot, yeah We so hot, yeah Somebody bring me water We so hot, yeah, water We so hot, yeah, water We so hot, yeah Somebody bring me water We back, we back, we back We back, we back We back, we back We so hot, yeah We so hot, yeah We so hot, yeah Somebody bring me water We so hot, yeah, water We so hot, yeah, water We so hot, yeah Somebody bring me water Say 1, say 2, say you know what to do We're gon' start the fun We're gon' get it started That's why we're the 2 Live Crew Man, I hate when the club be dead Ain't nobody dancin' 'cause they scared Get your ass on the floor and dance Why you came in the club, are you mad? Bring me water, water, water Bring me water, water, water Bring me water, water, water Bring me water |
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from Ying Yang Twins - U.S.A.Still United (2006)
(INTERLUDE)
Guess Who's back in this bitch to take over this mutha fuckin club? (hahahaha) (CHORUS) i like it when she stompin poppin ghetto droppin shorty walkin make your eyes jump out the sockets SHE GOT MONEY OUT OF ALL MY POCKETS! wiggle then move (wiggle then move) wiggle then move (wiggle then move) wiggle then move (wiggle then move) Shake it till you cant, musta hurt broke off ur shoes damn, bitch i done broke my heel damn, bitch i done broke my heel damn, bitch i done broke my heel CHEEDER CHEESE SUNDAY NIGHT BE TOO REAL (VERSE 1) Takin it off class aint nothing but salt shakin it off she breakin niggas off by long Hold up wait a minute heres the deal HO's shakin ass just to pay the bills keepin it crunk movin to the beat of the bunk junk in da trunk she got it in the back (the hump) she got a round ass chick in the booty i like the way she throwin it to me damn she doin it to me 5 dollas 10 dollas 20 dollas more check to see her roll when she work the pole make it so a nigga yells sex appeals so crunk you might fuck around and break your heel (CHORUS) i like it when she stompin poppin ghetto droppin shorty walkin make your eyes jump out the sockets SHE GOT MONEY OUT OF ALL MY POCKETS! wiggle then move (wiggle then move) wiggle then move (wiggle then move) wiggle then move (wiggle then move) Shake it till you cant, musta hurt broke off ur shoes damn, bitch i done broke my heel damn, bitch i done broke my heel damn, bitch i done broke my heel MENSION MONDAY NIGHT BE TOO REAL (VERSE 2) up jump the beat these bitches is gettin blown smokin on purple and sippin on patrone money gettin low from givin it to ho's by shakin they ass and takin off they clothes damn that country bunkin baby got ass like a basketball can i dunk it? baby got back and she know how to use it i like it when she put her back into it i aint even front at da marathon so you can talk about my ass at the hair salon you already know what time it is MR. Nasty time so get crunk in here (CHORUS) i like it when she stompin poppin ghetto droppin shorty walkin make your eyes jump out the sockets SHE GOT MONEY OUT OF ALL MY POCKETS! wiggle then move (wiggle then move) wiggle then move (wiggle then move) wiggle then move (wiggle then move) Shake it till you cant, musta hurt broke off ur shoes damn, bitch i done broke my heel damn, bitch i done broke my heel damn, bitch i done broke my heel PIN-UPS TUESDAY NIGHT BE TOO REAL (VERSE 3) this aint bout you this aint bout me its bout the rent in ya crip from poppin the pussy a quick shave back im lovin that u can really get to see if the pussy fat so if your train jump off the track stay up on yo game u can get it back use what u got to get what u want some of yall do and some of yall dont its for the naked ho's thats flexible and sexy pros them the best to roll its gettin all the way loud for real shorty so crunk that she done fucked around and broke her heel (CHORUS) i like it when she stompin poppin ghetto droppin shorty walkin make your eyes jump out the sockets SHE GOT MONEY OUT OF ALL MY POCKETS! wiggle then move (wiggle then move) wiggle then move (wiggle then move) wiggle then move (wiggle then move) Shake it till you cant, musta hurt broke off ur shoes damn, bitch i done broke my heel damn, bitch i done broke my heel damn, bitch i done broke my heel broke my heel broke my heel' broke my heel (OUTERLUDE) Ya'll bitches betta be scared its calipark music ying yang twins USA united state of atlanta we back in this mutha fucker by our goddamn self we dont need no help yea! we do records with niggas cause we want to not cus we got to we been doin this |
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