Song | F*** the Ying Yang Twins |
Artist | Ying Yang Twins |
Album | USA (United State of Atlanta) [Chopped & Screwed] |
作曲 : Crooms, Holmes, Jackson | |
Hey, I went to school with them pussy ass niggas | |
They ain't worth shit | |
Man I remember when that nigga used to be ridin’ | |
In that fucked up ass | |
PontiacAnd that shit was goddamn sittin’ outside | |
He had it posted up like that motherfucker was hard | |
That nigga ain't hard, that no hand ass nigga who he be runnin’ with | |
That nigga aint shit neither, he was up at | |
South Side | |
Big Boi poppin' 'cause he made that | |
Bankhead Bounce shit | |
I almost slapped his punk ass one day in the lunch room | |
Then, goddamn | |
I seen goddamn | |
Eric's crippled ass | |
Walking down the street | |
Talkin’ 'bout he need a ride, what kinda nigga need a ride? | |
They made whistle while you twurk and that's functionin’ | |
Ain't these some hatin' ass niggas? | |
Now look at this shit | |
I asked that nigga to run me up the street | |
When he got that goddamn | |
ImpalaHe said, "Nah", now that was some fucked up ass shit | |
Them ol’ pussy ass niggas can suck my dick | |
A cold back motherfucker from the 6 zone | |
The same crippled motherfucker got picked on | |
Now I ain't never even really have shit, holmes | |
But a hard time and coal in my spit, holmes | |
Now I started rockin' shit that | |
I wasn't with, holmes | |
Made some niggas label me a bitch, holmes | |
The only plan is im bout to get rich, holmes | |
If u don’t like what | |
I'm sayin’, suck my dick, holmes | |
Poppin’ pills 'til niggas droppin’ and fallin’ off the fuckin' block | |
Some niggas doin’ good and some niggas on crack rocks | |
Some of these niggas make a betta livin’ in the game | |
Some of these niggas may even try but it seems they can't' | |
Cause when they come down, they see this shit get hard | |
I know you try to be a man but that shit get hard | |
If you got it on your chest nigga speak your mind | |
In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine, nah | |
I remember when that nigga | |
D-roc’s mama used to be candy lady | |
That nigga had to go come strait home from school | |
And could never go outside and play that lil' punk ass boy | |
I always told him he wasn't never gon' blow up in this shit | |
But he still wanna be in this shit | |
And he start runnin’ with goddamn | |
KainLike they were really gon' blow up bein’ the | |
Ying Yang | |
TwinsThem ol’ punk ass niggas | |
Bustas hustlas, nothin’ else but bustas | |
Clustlas on a nigga pinky make 'em mug us | |
Grills, my squad conceal upon here | |
Klips, they gats conceal upon here | |
Off the river deep down with crip then be quiet | |
Known from the east to the fuckin’ west side | |
Nigga down to ride 'cause | |
I'm soldierfied | |
Never swallow my pride if you be chappin' my hide | |
Look nigga | |
I'm gon' run your bone and try to get with | |
To put this shit in, now he shaken like a bitch | |
Fuck that shit, a nigga say he tryin' to sound like me | |
So I'm gon' bust you in the lip and then we stoppin' the freak | |
Now you’re at a low of words 'cause the cat | |
Got your tongue with the gat, got your mouth wide open | |
So who wanna, "Oh you think your The Don?" | |
That ain't so, now this real nigga done stepped in to let you fuckin’ know | |
Hey, you remember that nigga | |
Eric used to be walkin’ tall | |
He walkin’ tall, god he got 'em beat, he got them golds | |
He think his pockets swole | |
Them niggas still ain't got it goin’ on | |
He walkin’ around | |
Capital Homes like a lil' punk ass boy | |
I used to give him his way all the time, he just loved talkin’ shit | |
Now he think he walkin’ tall' | |
Cause he goddamn made, ' | |
Whistle While | |
You Twurk' | |
Middle of the road ah, watch out for them rollas | |
Pimpin Glock, totas, thick like soldiers | |
If ya’ll aint ready, ya’ll gon' get it | |
You bitch ass niggas can't really fuck with it | |
Better watch out for them boys, steady creaping up on the map | |
Wherever I stop and rest, best believe | |
I'm gon' to snap | |
We c’mon up with nothin' but hits now them niggas wanna hate us | |
We already on the top of that shit so them niggas can't break us | |
Drop you like a tree, sting you like a bee | |
You make me mad now | |
I'm knockin’ out your fuckin’ teeth | |
We can take it to the streets, if you ready then its on | |
Beat you like your daddy then send your ass on | |
A dead man walkin’, a deaf nigga listenin’ | |
A blind nigga lookin’, a crippled nigga flippin’ | |
No leg nigga runnin’, a no hand nigga slap ya | |
That's some fucked up shit if no hand nigga slap ya | |
That nigga must be tellin’ the truth 'cause he a no hand ass motherfucker | |
Tried to slap me with that motherfucker but he missed | |
I already knew that motherfucker wasn't shit when he first said that shit | |
That ol’ punk ass boy | |
And then when that goddamn car | |
Eric had broke down | |
Comin’ down the street | |
That mother fucker just fell | |
That was some funny ass shit boy | |
Yeah, and then when we ran that punk ass nigga out from | |
South Side? | |
And goddamn he ran straight up to his crib in the complete other alley | |
How come this motherfucker hadn't learned yet | |
That was some fucked up ass shit, it was funny though | |
It was funny to me 'cause this motherfucker think this other nigga | |
Gonna help him | |
And everybody started turnin’ their back on him | |
I already knew he wasn't shit and he never gon' be shit | |
And he ain't never gon' mount to shit | |
Fuck the Ying | |
Yang Twins, they ain't shit | |
They ain't ridin' on dubs, they ain't shit | |
They got them golds in their mouth, but they ain't shit | |
They ain't shit, they ain't shit | |
Fuck the Ying | |
Yang Twins, they ain't shit | |
They ain't ridin' on dubs, they ain't shit | |
They got them golds in their mouth, but they ain't shit | |
They ain't shit, they ain't shit | |
Fuck the Ying | |
Yang Twins, they ain't shit | |
They ain't ridin' on dubs, they ain't shit | |
They got them golds in their mouth, but they ain't shit | |
They ain't shit, they ain't shit | |
Fuck the Ying | |
Yang Twins |
zuò qǔ : Crooms, Holmes, Jackson | |
Hey, I went to school with them pussy ass niggas | |
They ain' t worth shit | |
Man I remember when that nigga used to be ridin' | |
In that fucked up ass | |
PontiacAnd that shit was goddamn sittin' outside | |
He had it posted up like that motherfucker was hard | |
That nigga ain' t hard, that no hand ass nigga who he be runnin' with | |
That nigga aint shit neither, he was up at | |
South Side | |
Big Boi poppin' ' cause he made that | |
Bankhead Bounce shit | |
I almost slapped his punk ass one day in the lunch room | |
Then, goddamn | |
I seen goddamn | |
Eric' s crippled ass | |
Walking down the street | |
Talkin' ' bout he need a ride, what kinda nigga need a ride? | |
They made whistle while you twurk and that' s functionin' | |
Ain' t these some hatin' ass niggas? | |
Now look at this shit | |
I asked that nigga to run me up the street | |
When he got that goddamn | |
ImpalaHe said, " Nah", now that was some fucked up ass shit | |
Them ol' pussy ass niggas can suck my dick | |
A cold back motherfucker from the 6 zone | |
The same crippled motherfucker got picked on | |
Now I ain' t never even really have shit, holmes | |
But a hard time and coal in my spit, holmes | |
Now I started rockin' shit that | |
I wasn' t with, holmes | |
Made some niggas label me a bitch, holmes | |
The only plan is im bout to get rich, holmes | |
If u don' t like what | |
I' m sayin', suck my dick, holmes | |
Poppin' pills ' til niggas droppin' and fallin' off the fuckin' block | |
Some niggas doin' good and some niggas on crack rocks | |
Some of these niggas make a betta livin' in the game | |
Some of these niggas may even try but it seems they can' t' | |
Cause when they come down, they see this shit get hard | |
I know you try to be a man but that shit get hard | |
If you got it on your chest nigga speak your mind | |
In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine, nah | |
I remember when that nigga | |
Droc' s mama used to be candy lady | |
That nigga had to go come strait home from school | |
And could never go outside and play that lil' punk ass boy | |
I always told him he wasn' t never gon' blow up in this shit | |
But he still wanna be in this shit | |
And he start runnin' with goddamn | |
KainLike they were really gon' blow up bein' the | |
Ying Yang | |
TwinsThem ol' punk ass niggas | |
Bustas hustlas, nothin' else but bustas | |
Clustlas on a nigga pinky make ' em mug us | |
Grills, my squad conceal upon here | |
Klips, they gats conceal upon here | |
Off the river deep down with crip then be quiet | |
Known from the east to the fuckin' west side | |
Nigga down to ride ' cause | |
I' m soldierfied | |
Never swallow my pride if you be chappin' my hide | |
Look nigga | |
I' m gon' run your bone and try to get with | |
To put this shit in, now he shaken like a bitch | |
Fuck that shit, a nigga say he tryin' to sound like me | |
So I' m gon' bust you in the lip and then we stoppin' the freak | |
Now you' re at a low of words ' cause the cat | |
Got your tongue with the gat, got your mouth wide open | |
So who wanna, " Oh you think your The Don?" | |
That ain' t so, now this real nigga done stepped in to let you fuckin' know | |
Hey, you remember that nigga | |
Eric used to be walkin' tall | |
He walkin' tall, god he got ' em beat, he got them golds | |
He think his pockets swole | |
Them niggas still ain' t got it goin' on | |
He walkin' around | |
Capital Homes like a lil' punk ass boy | |
I used to give him his way all the time, he just loved talkin' shit | |
Now he think he walkin' tall' | |
Cause he goddamn made, ' | |
Whistle While | |
You Twurk' | |
Middle of the road ah, watch out for them rollas | |
Pimpin Glock, totas, thick like soldiers | |
If ya' ll aint ready, ya' ll gon' get it | |
You bitch ass niggas can' t really fuck with it | |
Better watch out for them boys, steady creaping up on the map | |
Wherever I stop and rest, best believe | |
I' m gon' to snap | |
We c' mon up with nothin' but hits now them niggas wanna hate us | |
We already on the top of that shit so them niggas can' t break us | |
Drop you like a tree, sting you like a bee | |
You make me mad now | |
I' m knockin' out your fuckin' teeth | |
We can take it to the streets, if you ready then its on | |
Beat you like your daddy then send your ass on | |
A dead man walkin', a deaf nigga listenin' | |
A blind nigga lookin', a crippled nigga flippin' | |
No leg nigga runnin', a no hand nigga slap ya | |
That' s some fucked up shit if no hand nigga slap ya | |
That nigga must be tellin' the truth ' cause he a no hand ass motherfucker | |
Tried to slap me with that motherfucker but he missed | |
I already knew that motherfucker wasn' t shit when he first said that shit | |
That ol' punk ass boy | |
And then when that goddamn car | |
Eric had broke down | |
Comin' down the street | |
That mother fucker just fell | |
That was some funny ass shit boy | |
Yeah, and then when we ran that punk ass nigga out from | |
South Side? | |
And goddamn he ran straight up to his crib in the complete other alley | |
How come this motherfucker hadn' t learned yet | |
That was some fucked up ass shit, it was funny though | |
It was funny to me ' cause this motherfucker think this other nigga | |
Gonna help him | |
And everybody started turnin' their back on him | |
I already knew he wasn' t shit and he never gon' be shit | |
And he ain' t never gon' mount to shit | |
Fuck the Ying | |
Yang Twins, they ain' t shit | |
They ain' t ridin' on dubs, they ain' t shit | |
They got them golds in their mouth, but they ain' t shit | |
They ain' t shit, they ain' t shit | |
Fuck the Ying | |
Yang Twins, they ain' t shit | |
They ain' t ridin' on dubs, they ain' t shit | |
They got them golds in their mouth, but they ain' t shit | |
They ain' t shit, they ain' t shit | |
Fuck the Ying | |
Yang Twins, they ain' t shit | |
They ain' t ridin' on dubs, they ain' t shit | |
They got them golds in their mouth, but they ain' t shit | |
They ain' t shit, they ain' t shit | |
Fuck the Ying | |
Yang Twins |