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(feat. Ying Yang Twins) |
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(Intro: Lil' Jon) |
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This your boy Lil' Jon |
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I'm here to tell you |
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With another one |
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Here we go, here we go |
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Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine |
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Here to tell you this is gangster music and booty shakin' music |
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What we call it is that gangster party |
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If y'all ready for that gangster party, let me see you put your hands together |
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Put your hands together for D-Roc and Kaine and DJ Smurf |
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Next time a red neck put a pistol down... |
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(Verse 1: D-Roc, Kaine) |
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(D-Roc) |
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************* killer, ************* you ain't heard of the Ying Yang Twins soldiers |
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************* I tried, I told you |
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We put it down coming right back, 'cause it's like that, on a phat track |
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with a fat sack |
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D-Roc and Kaine, ready for combat |
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Ying Yang, Inglewood, that's our home |
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It could be on, we ready for war so let's get it on |
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Plus we maintain, put one in your brain |
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We keep *************t real, DJ Smurf straight thuggin' and knocking out grills man |
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(Kaine, (D-Roc)) |
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Here we come so ************* the whole flow |
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Ying Yang Twins kicking in your door |
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Everybody better hit the floor |
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Give me the **** and out you'll go |
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Bad kids on a dead-end street |
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Told Smurf to get the keys to the Jeep |
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Three *************z only goddam free |
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If you fronting, get put to sleep |
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Infrared beam over your skull |
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Give me the *************t - I won't kill your girl |
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************* that ************* and ************* the world |
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(Man, what you saying *************?) ************* the world! |
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Man, I'm down 'cause it's all in the game |
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D-Roc and Kaine, that Ying Yang Twins |
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Then go bring some pain |
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************* gone tilt it down on they brain |
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(Chorus: Ying Yang Twins (repeat 3x)) |
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************* that one |
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I got my Nina gun pistol! |
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Down on they brain |
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(Verse 2: D-Roc) |
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I make you wanna pop that thing girl when the bass drop |
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The D-Roc make you wanna pop the glock, it don't stop |
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Smurf be an alcoholic |
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I love these hoes, thank God for hydraulics (wooo!) |
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That's the sound of the ghetto |
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Arrive down here, be darker than the cattle |
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Oh no, ************* watch your nose |
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'Cause you'll get hit by hoes that spit flows and prose |
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Strictly coming *************z that hoe |
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A thug that tight is what your boy chose |
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The *************z I sell the drugs |
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The ghetto type hold the world it's for thugs |
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So all my flows, yeah, your boy loves |
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College Park in the house watch 'em up |
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When *************t hit the fan we fight dirty |
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And send y'all weak mother******s to bed early |
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(Chorus: Ying Yang Twins) |
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(Verse 3: Kaine, (D-Roc)) |
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************* ************* it, quit it before you get put on your back with a pistol - down |
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on your brain |
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Recognize the Ying Yang Twins (in the game, ******ing in) |
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Ying Yang Inglewood soldiers only ******ing in |
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Fuss or that one on one 'cause I got my pistol |
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(Ying Yang don't take *************t!) we make this mother****** whistle |
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D-Roc, Kaine, DJ Smurf, we bring it straight pimping |
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(************* that one on one!), put the pistol down on they brain |
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(Chorus: Ying Yang Twins) |
