Whats Happenin! Lyrics by Ying Yang Twins

Whats Happenin! Lyrics

    [Intro (Airplane taking off in background)]
    Miiiaaammmmiiii... [echo]
    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

    [Hook]
    BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
    BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)

    [Verse One - Trick Daddy]
    Half step pussy ass nigga
    Why you lookin' at a nigga 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 atitude
    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!
    So now that you 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 gunplay
    HEEEYYY.. I ride wit' a AK, get high and spit five out the AK
    Ok, 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 niggaz ain't seen before

    [Hook]
    BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
    BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)

    [Verse Two]
    Ying Yang and the T-Double-D
    We, in this motherfucker crunk in this motherfucker
    And our niggaz 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 sex wit' my gun
    And I don't put a motherfucker out for fun
    'Cause I ain't funna' 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!

    [Hook]
    BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
    BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)

    [Verse Three]
    You a soft mo'fucka, kind of gay mo'fucka
    If you mad 'cause you like you never had mo'fucka
    Fuck yo' ass mo'fucka, that's the past mo'fucka
    And I know the fact make ya mad mo'fucka
    It iiiss.. what I thought nigga think it ain't
    For reeeaall... you lame and we off the chain
    And the T-Double-D, we bolo
    FUCK hoes niggaz 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

    [Bridge]
    We smokin', and ridin'
    Don't tell nobody be quiet
    Might cut it lil' butt it
    Can't let this shit get done

    [Hook]
    BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
    BOOM!! it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo' room
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)
    BOOM!! bitch what's happnin'? (WHAT?!)

    [Outro]
    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 Incorperated
    This that next level right here, it's that crunk party
    All these niggaz doin' crunk music, we crunk party nigga
    Be original wit' it, Hey man who really run the south?

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