Ying Yang Twins - What's Happenin lyrics

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, b**h n***a we'll rock yo' room Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Boom, it's on, b**h n***a we'll rock yo' room Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Half step p**y a** n***a Why you lookin' at a n***a like you wanna run one wit' 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 sh** that dem hoes on a rag'll do Ol' f*ggot, you better watch your mouth Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' a** come out Ol' b**h a**, hold another n***a dick a**, b**h a**, n***a Keep lookin' at a n***a like you gonna tell somethin' I'll f** around and, k** ya So now that you set you ready, yo If this sh** get silly I'm lettin' it go First scrito in the front seat You ever come my way, it's gon' be gunplay Hey, I ride wit' a AK, get high and spit five out the AK Ok, let a n***a play and watch T double D Knock ya a** 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 sh** you n***as ain't seen before Boom, it's on, b**h n***a we'll rock yo' room Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Boom, it's on, b**h n***a we'll rock yo' room Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Ying Yang and the T double D We in this motherf**er crunk, in this motherf**er And our n***as 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' than ask my brother You still don't believe me than ask my mother Because I love my gun, I play wit' my gun Have fun wit' my gun, have s** wit' my gun And I don't put a motherf**er out for fun 'Cuz I ain't funna' get ya a** tryin' to run I'ma bust one time, bust two times And the third time yo' a** 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, b**h n***a we'll rock yo' room Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Boom, it's on, b**h n***a we'll rock yo' room Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) You a soft mo'f**a, kind of gay mo'f**a If you mad 'cuz you like you never had mo'f**a f** yo' a** mo'f**a, that's the past mo'f**a And I know the fact make ya mad mo'f**a It is what I thought n***a think it ain't For real you lame and we off the chain And the T double D, we bolo f** hoes n***as 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' bu*t it Can't let this sh** get done Boom, it's on, b**h n***a we'll rock yo' room Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Boom, it's on, b**h n***a we'll rock yo' room Boom, b**h what's happenin'? (What?) Boom, b**h 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' a** Collipark Music Incorporated This that next level right here, it's that crunk party All these n***as doin' crunk music, we crunk party n***a Be original wit' it, Hey man who really run the south?