Ying Yang Twins


Lyrics



Thug Walkin´
2000

Ying Yang in This Thang
Ballin' G's
Whistle While You Twurk [Collipark Mix]
Brang You Azz Outdoz
Ying Yang Vs. Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz
Thug Walkin'
The Warm Up
Dispose of Broadz
A!
The Dope Game
Whistle While You Twurk [E.A. Mix]
Whistle While You Twurk


Ying Yang in This Thang

[Chorus 1]
Get to the floor, aint no time run
Ying Yang in this thang, let me ya twurk sum' - (repeat 2X)

[Chorus 2]
Ying Yang in this thang, (Ying Yang) - (repeat 4X)

[Chorus 3]
Pop that pussy like you suppose to to
Shack that ass like it - that's for Lou
Like 2 Pac all eyes on you
Make a nigga horny like 2 Live Crew

[Verse 1]
Hoes get crunk for cheese, damn skippy
Like the bar kays and pay the little whippy
In they jazzy T's, bitches on they knees
Tryna make a nigga pay they ass to see a breeze
Hoes get crunk, for sho, for Gino
Steal from the strill, these bitches is on the pole
One on tope, but one down low
Ask them hoes if bout to to take it to the floor, HA

[Verse 2]
This one for the playas, this one for the g's
This one for the thugs that ride them gold d's
X's and O's, wanna fuck these hoes
Talkin bout they closed, you know how it goes
Hit the club just to see ya little ass
Every nigga in the club got cash
Smokin weed, sippin hin, gettin drunk
Pop that pussy and getta nigga crunk

[Chorus 4]
I say them niggas wanna hate, it's all in the game
We gon make them pop that pussy, Ying Yang in this thang - (repeat 2X)

[Chorus 2] - repeat 4X

[Chorus 3] - repeat 1X

[Verse 4]
You knew it all along, my pussy was fire
Everytime you licked the cat, it was like a fuckin high
Now I cant getcha to leave me alone,
small dick ass nigga, take yo ass home
I thought you could fuck, but I had no luck
Stupid ass nigga, you just fucked my day up
The way to make it better, all good and fat
get down on yo knees, and lick the cat
Spend some spend some (Come here)
Spend some spend some (Come here)
Hoodrats in this thang (Come here)
Hoodrats in this thang (Come here)
Hoodrats in this thang (Come here)
Hoodrats in this thang (Come here)

[Chorus 4] - repeat 2X

[Chorus 2] - repeat 4X

[Chorus 3] - repeat 1X

[Verse 5]
Lets keep it real, lets keep it real, now heres the deal
Some hoes be pussy poppin for a fuckin happy meal
They phony, they direspect, they get neglect
They all up on the stage, it the mitch match sets
White top, pink drawers on, what in the fuck did they call you
Need ta go to the drawin board, you dont get the free award
What we like, juicy booty bitches, with the fat friends
Fake hoes get off the stage, and let the real hoes represent

Twurk sum, twurk sum (Come out)
Twurk sum, twurk sum (Come out)
Twurk sum, twurk sum (Come out)
Twurk sum, twurk sum (Come out)

[Chorus 4] - repeat 2X


Ballin' G's

 


Whistle While You Twurk [Collipark Mix]

{Chorus}
[Kaine]
Everybody in the club know waz up {whistle}
Whistle while you twurk (twurk)
Go head and start (make that pussy fart) {whistle}
Whistle while you twurk (twurk some)

Hook: 8x
ying yang in this thang (ying yang)

[Kaine]
Let me see ya make that pussy fart, good Lord
Make it shake like a salt shaker, too hard
Get it up 'till you can't ugh, no mo'
See I love when you hoes take it to tha floor
Baby bounce biggy bounce ugh, it's on you
Shorty you can twurk in your skirt, if you want to
See we came to keep it crunk for ya, all night
Put a dub in da club show me, what I like

[D-Roc]
Freak bitch make money in da club
Them hoes like to take it off for a thug
You can't come wit nuthin less than a dub
Or she lookin at yo ass like a scrub
Them hoes like it when a nigga em love
And she'll show you what she really made of
I guarantee yo ass wouldn't get enough
Tell her pop that shit, drop that shit, "WHAT"

Chorus: 2x

[D-Roc]
Where them hoes that's buying me a ticket
I thank they all dance at club nikki
Now where them hoes who be spittin that game
I thank they all dance at tha blue flame
Where them hoes that be hard booty shakin
I thank they all dance at tha foxxy lady

[Kaine]
I know she a shakin booty hoe no teaser
she ain't no sceaser when ya all fat pleaser
Now where them bitches that be quick to show them titties
I thank they all dance at tha magic city
I know some hoe that be quick to take over
You got tha green on your scene and strokers

[D-Roc]
And, where them hoes who be 'bout that cheese
I thank they all dance at (?)
And where them hoes who'll make that pussy clap
I thank they all dance at (?)

[Kaine]
Say them niggaz in tha club wanna hate
Wanna touch her pussy and never wanna pay
I said shouty fuck that nigga do your thang
I see your crunk tiger stripe G- strang
It's bout that dollar bill then pepermint
See them hoes represent for their rent.

[D-Roc]
If you in a booty club and you get your money spent
And baby mama now she wonder where it went.

Chorus: 2x

[D-Roc]
Some of these bitches be real, they hard knock
Once you get em crunck they start, they want stop
Hoes get naked for cheese, they love that
Take tha baddest bitch in tha club, I fucked that
Some these bitches been crunk since first day
Some of these bitches in tha club, they don't play
Half these bitches who shake it, they turn gay
Niggaz gone pay to see pussy, anyway (ahh,ahh)

[Kaine]
Some of these niggaz be walkin tha thin line
Fuckin wit these hoes wit no clothes and no mind
Baby girl out to get money she gone shine
Everyday of work she gone be there on time
Her pussy poppin shouty be sweatin like she noid
Kinda like tha way that thang beat like a heart
Turn around yeah that's it, good lord
Tryin to do a chinese split and make it fart.

[D-Roc]
("ying yang in this thang" in the background at
the beginning of each line)

Ying Yang in this thang, from the A-T-eeL
Whistle while you twurk if you really real
(?) in tha club smelling like some wood
(?) in my neighborhood
Girls get crunk in the piz ball
If you sit down, get up off tha wall
Males only speak, if the females flirt
If you get crunk, whistle while you twurk

Chorus: 4x


Brang You Azz Outdoz

Aw shit
let that pussy nigga write whats out
ah, that nigga dont know nothin 'bout us soldiers
what, what

[Chorus 1] - repeat 2X
Test that nigga, rush that nigga
get that nigga, man bust that nigga

[Chorus 2]
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
you wanna go and try to steal my clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz,
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz,
nigga, brang yo azz out doz

[Verse 1]
The same nigga with the same limp, and if you that same ol' bitch
Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make me so sick
She call us perpatrators, and if them day to day haters
See if we modivators, aint got no love, fuck scrub
She come to move the crew
I'll take niggas oldschool back like some gucci suits
I weigh 'em down like tide, so you can't see the wine
It aint no fear in my eyes, this aint no fall ??
Them niggas holdin my back, see we got hella shit
Now watch my shit get lit - up like a cigarette
I smoke my bud by ounce - at least in downtown
Cant even holla with something, see I done lived it now
These niggas thinkin I owe 'em, when I dont even know 'em
I keep my mind on paper, so I got hella paper
They want me - a heavyweighter, and a inovator
I put a hole in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the equator
BITCH, I'll see ya later

[Verse 2]
I remember when a nigga didnt have these clothes
Remember when a nigga didnt have these golds
Remember when a nigga didnt have no ends
But now I'm straight clockin dividends, A-Chick-A Check
It take long time, but now a nigga livin good
Ballin with the thugs in my hood - the woods
If you didnt know TD drop thangs,
put a bullet in yo motherfucking brains
CAN YOU HANG?

[Chorus 1]
You get mad 'cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you)
You got anamocity on yo chest
Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz,
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
You wanna go and try to steal my clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out doz,
Brang yo azz out doz

[Verse 3]
Mayhem, double hands on the above
To me I'm putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang to 'em
Murderers, killas, thug niggas
Atl. grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers,
East Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers
Cause I'm gon be there wit my True City Thug
Never leave home wihtout that chrome unless I'm thugged out
They will be my drug out, young niggas grilled out
Smokin on some sticky green, stop the car for the gangsta lean
Murder, murder, (murder, murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill)
You talkin shit, that same nigga got his cap pilled (cap pilled)
Kaine got that thang in the aim, ready to get which ya
Aint gon let'cha get away, I think I had a bad day
Smucky bear with it, even though ????? in Adamsville
I dont give a fuck, nigga what if you book
I'm here so you can get me, and there's no way its gotta be
'Cause Roc that thugs keep a motherfuckin latchet

[Verse 4]
Get rapped up with that ying on yo azz when I swing it
Came up with that yang on yo brain with that thang man
Lyric, killin, and drug dealin, riders, and soldiers
comin out of Georgia, slangin wit that water
My other voice said "hi" today, so I gotta get high today
Tell my folks dont cry for me, just ride for me
And scream "free me"
Fuck about some bunkshots, and what knots
And altitudes, my niggas she botilary
For bustas who be talkin shit

[Chorus 1]
You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You get mad cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck you)
You got anamocity on yo chest
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga brang yo azz out doz

[Verse 5]
It was this fly guy ? named frosted flakes
You should tramp on the hill, down by each lake
See you ran into this nigga, named suga bow
Suga bow was suga slim, with some long azz hair
Had this brawl on the strip, that was cuttin for chedda
She ?? freaky deaky bitch, met fruity pebbles
Up, another pimp, I hate to say it, green shirt, and blue jeans
Iced out, on the arm, I'm rollin, sayin you niggas gone

[Verse 6]
The mind murderer deep game, to talkin hoes out they clothes
It got me lost, gotta pay the cost, they say I'm off
Cause I'm a dead man walkin, deep dog talkin
Small time scracker, well be a thug trainer
Hangin by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with me
Because I'm known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked
So black yo wanna act up, you betta back up
'fore you get slapped up like biscuits
Sucked on like incense

[Chorus 2]
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck you)
You wanna go and try to steal my clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
You wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga, brang yo azz out doz

If you hard like you say you is, punk bitch
You aint got no gat, you better use yo fist (repeat 5X)

Test that nigga, rush that nigga,
get that nigga, man bust that nigga (repeat 2X)

I said y'all motherfuckers gon' learn
If ya play with fire nigga ya gon' get burned (repeat 4X)


Ying Yang Vs. Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low,what,getlow,what,get low,what
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
Till the sweat drop down and fall
To all these people crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet mother (mother!) all skeet skeet got what(Got
what)
To all skeet skeet mother(mother!) all skeet skeet got what(Got
what)

Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she do that
Question been harassing me in the mind this boy is fine
I done came to the club about 50 11 times now can I play with yo
Panty line the club owner said I need to calm down security guard go to sweating
Me now friend drunk then a mother threaten me now

She getting crunk in the club I mean she work
Then I like to see the female twerking taking the clothes off FU naked
ATL. Hoe don?t disrespect it
Pa pop yo pussy like this cause yin yang twins in this b i itch
Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities
Now bring yo ass over here hoe and let me see you get low if you want this Thug
Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act you can keep yo
ass where you at

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 3x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)

Let me see you get low you scared, you scared
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared, you scared
Let me see you get low you scared, you scared
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared, you scared
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Now back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
a back,back,back it up
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it
stop ( O) then wiggle wit it yea
stop ( O) then wiggle wit it yea
stop ( O) then wiggle wit it wiggle wit it

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 3x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)

Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend
Stupid bitch standing there while I?m drinking my hen
Steady looking at me Still asking questions
Times up nigga pass me another contestant
Hoe move to the left if you ain?t bout 50
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
looking at a nigga with yo palm out bitch I ain?t even seen you dance
Twerk something baby work something baby
Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby
Slide down dat bitch
a little bit then stop
Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop
Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands
I just wanna see yo ass dirty dance yin yang we did done again
And put it on the map like annnnn

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 3x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)

Got dam (Got dam) ya ya?ll twerking a little bit ladies
But ya got to twerk a little bit harder then dat
now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite
(where my sexy ladies) we want ya?ll to do this shit like this
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)

3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 3x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
Till the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got
dam)


Thug Walkin'

Every where we gooo, every where we gooo
People want to knooow, people want to knooow
What we here fooor, what we here fooor
We do walkin', we do walkin', do walkin'

Verse One: {Ying Yang Twins back and forth}

Pain make you retaliate
Swang to crack yo chest blade
Hangin' with the best dates
Slang and get they neck played
Game is what yo test gave
Blang and take hoes and smoke hay
Niggas what they call us
Triggers is how we boss hog
Drugs is what we left with
Slugs will bring yo death quick
Knucks will get you swolle up
Tricks will get you dick sick
Clinton gonna see impeachment
For freaks he try'na creep with
Busters never last long
Hustlers get they cash on
Hiders never act out
Riders known to slash out
Pimps only get paid
Simps truly get played
Wimps never fist fight
Freaks is quick to turn dikes
Sheets never come clean bled
From yo crime scene mann

Chorus: {2x}

Verse Two: {D-Roc}

Even thought yo mind was blind soul keeper
He took you on a shine with nine and made Mom weepier
That thing he'll die for his boys they ballin' good
But nigga see them boys was comin' up out the wood
Lay down was all you heard I mean scary
One of 'em got bold and reached for the Chevy
Gun shots went off so we had to make it quick
Told the other boys go ahead and give up the shit
I don pistol whipped a nigga and told him to give up the loot
If he pissed of my nigga I will shot
So he hurried up and them other niggas to
I started up the car and told them what they had to do

Chorus: {2x}

Verse Three: {Kaine}

I'm smokin' my weed with y'all
Hangin' with niggas y'all ball
Just because niggas be takin' it all
Told them broads to back up off my balls
Thugs be ready to brawl on the point of call
The devil reached in sippin' on gin
It changed my mind to sin
Hangin' with thugs that be loud as a rooster
Figurin' they call us fools I haven't finished school
Chosen few, rollin' through, military style like we was suppose to do
Who do you think that you fuckin' with
Stupid bitch roll up out the vine before we swine and
Cause that counter fit niggas is real then twenty four k
Y'all can't hang that bud we slang like it ain't no thang
Get 'em up to the Eastside, to the Westside, true city thugs
What's up much love, to the Tear da Club Up Thugs
just throw it up, all y'all get across the wall

Chorus: {Till The End}


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