Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F--- The Ying Yang Twins, artist - Ying Yang Twins. Album song United States Of Atlanta, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.06.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Orchard
Song language: English
F--- The Ying Yang Twins |
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 Pontiac |
And that shit was god damn sittin' outside |
He had it posted up like that mother fucker was hard |
That nigga ain’t hard, that no hand ass nigga who he be runnin' with |
That nigga ain’t 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, god damn I seen god damn 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 god damn Impala |
He said noh, now that was some fucked up ass shit |
Them all pussy ass niggas can suck my dick! |
(Faggots) |
A cold back mother fucker from the 6 zone |
The same crippled mother fucker 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 label me a bitch, holmes |
The only plan is I’m bout to get rich, holmes |
If u don’t like what I’m sayin', suck my dick, holmes! |
Poppin' pills till 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 try but it seems they cant |
Cuz 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! |
(Now) |
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 god damn Kaine |
Like they were really gon blow up being the Ying Yang Twins |
Them all punk ass niggas! |
(Where your handicaps sign at?) |
Bustas hustlas nothin' else but bustas |
Clustlas on a nigga pinky make em mug us |
Grills, my squad conceal upon here |
Clips, 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 cuz 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 u think your The Don?! |
Ha ha; |
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 gold’s |
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 |
Cuz he god damn made Whistle While You Twurk! |
(I heard he still stay wit this |
mama) |
Middle of the road ah |
Watch out for them rollas |
Pimpin' Glock, totas |
Thick like soldiers |
If ya’ll ain’t ready, ya’ll gon get it |
You bitch ass niggas cant really fuck with it |
Better watch out for them boys |
Steady creeping up on the map |
Wherever I stop and rest, best believe I’m gon' to snap |
We comin' up with nothin but hits now them niggas wanna hate us |
We already on the top of that shit so them niggas cant 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 home |
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! |
(Ha) |
That nigga must be tellin' the truth cuz he a no hand ass mother fucker |
Tried to slap me with that mother fucker but he missed |
I already knew that mother fucker wasn’t shit when he first said that shit |
That all punk ass boy, And then when that god damn car Eric had broke down |
comin' down the street |
That mother fucker just fell, that was some funny ass shit boy |
Yea! |
And then we when we ran that punk ass nigga out from South Side? |
And god damn he ran straight up to his crib in the complete other alley |
How come this mother fucker hadn’t learned yet |
That was some fucked up ass shit, It was funny though |
It was funny to me cuz this mother fucker 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 gold’s in they 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 gold’s in they 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 gold’s in they mouth, but they ain’t shit |
they ain’t shit! |
They ain’t shit! |
Fuck the Ying Yang Twins! |