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Ying Yang Twins

it again Here's another ten bitch do it again Work like a game that you playin' to win Make that pussy fart for the Ying Yang Twins Sixteen bitches in

here), Zone 3 Zone 4 (right here), Zone 5 and 6, but thats it. [Verse 3] A parking lot Alley niggaz thinkin again, When you speeking bout' Atlanta mention Ying Yang Twins

Y'all niggaz ain't crunk Y'all niggaz don't bump Y'all can't blow out the trunk Y'all niggaz ain't crunk Y'all niggaz ain't crunk Y'all niggaz don't

The nerve calmer The nerve calmer The nerve calmer The nerve calmer The nerve calmer I'm kinda antsy in my mothafuckin' pants The average bro might not

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,

as a motherfucka See me and my brother, stay crunk like no other Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a mother' fucka' Who we is? Ying Yang Twins

'all know what the sound of that is Thats the sound of them braves Them Atlanta niggas in this bitch once again It's the mother fuckin' Ying Yang Twins

want to knooow, people want to knooow What we here fooor, what we here fooor We thug walkin', we thug walkin', thug walkin' Verse One: {Ying Yang Twins

you know what I mean (echo) Chorus: 2x [D-Roc] Some of these niggaz be fuckin' ya'll quick, nigga, what you taught my Ying Yang Twins (?) still runnin