Miami
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
Half step pussy ass nigga
Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one with me
I got my big gun wit' me, don't feel like doofin', I feel like shootin' fool
And I don't like your attitude
You do shit that dem hoes on a rag'll do
Ol' faggot, you better watch your mouth
Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come out
Ol' bitch ass, hold another nigga dick ass, bitch ass, nigga
Keep lookin' at a nigga like you gonna tell somethin'
I'll fuck around and kill ya
Get on your mark, get set, you ready, yo
If this shit get silly, I'm lettin' it go
First scrito in the front seat
You ever come my way, it's gon' be gun play
Hey, I ride wit' a AK, get high and spit five out the AK
Okay, let a nigga play and watch T-Double-D knock ya ass of the free seat
All my Dade County Chevy boys, who drive candy toys and tolt guns galore
And treat the Hummer like a Tonka toy
Got shit you niggas ain't seen before
Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
Ying Yang and the T-Double-D
We, in this motherfucker, crunk in this motherfucker
And our nigga wit' a Miami boy
And I still like to play wit' my Tonka toy
I'm a Toys R Us kid, yes I is
You can't be serious, yes I is
You think I'm playin' then ask my brother
You still don't believe me then ask my mother
Because I love my gun, I play with my gun
Have fun with my gun, have sex with my gun
And I don't put a motherfucker out for fun
'Cause I ain't finna get ya ass tryin' to run
I'ma bust one time, bust two times
And the third time, yo' ass is mine
Go down for the count, "He can't get up!"
Damn, he fell and he can't get up
Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
You a soft (mo'fucker), kind of gay (mo'fucker)
If you mad 'cause you like you never had (mo'fucker)
Fuck yo' (ass mo'fucker), that's the past (mo'fucker)
And I know the fact make ya mad (mo'fucker)
It is, what I thought nigga think it ain't
For real, you lame and we off the chain
And the T-Double-D, we bolo
Fuck hoes, niggas ride by my Dolo
Get the keys to my car and I jump in
Hit the Liquor store, buy my Cigars and 'gen
Get drunk and I'm off in the wind
Lookin' for a itty-bitty pretty that could hold a sin
We smokin' and ridin'
Don't tell nobody, be quiet
Might cut it lil' butt it
Can't let this shit get done
Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Oh my God, from the south to the bottom
Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins, beatin' ass
Collipark Music Incorporated
This that next level right here, it's that crunk party
All these nigga doin' crunk music, we crunk party nigga
Be original with it
Hey man, who really run the south?
