Whats Happnin! (Feat. Trick Daddy)

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, hey

Boom, it's on

Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah

Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)

Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)

I say boom, it's on (It's on)

Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah (Rock your dome)

Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)

Boom, bitch, what's happenin!

Half step pussy-ass ****

Why you lookin' at a **** like you wanna run one with me?

I got my big gun with me

Don't feel like dippin', I feel like shootin', fool

And I don't like your attitude

You do shit that then hoes on a rag'd do

Old faggot, you better watch your mouth

'Fore I be in front your house, when your ass come out

Old bitch ass, hold another **** dick ass, bitch-ass ****

Keep lookin' at a **** like you gon' tell something

I'll fuck around and kill you

So on your mark, get set, get ready, yo, yo

If this shit get silly, I'm lettin' it go

From the street or in the front seat

You ever come my way, it's gon' be gunplay

Hey, I ride with a AK, get high and spit five out the AK

Okay, let a **** play

And watch T-Double-D knock your ass off the free seat

All my Dade County Chevy boys

Who drive candy toys and tote guns galore

And treat the Hummer like a Tonka toy

We got shit you **** ain't seen before

Boom, it's on

Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah

Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)

Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)

I say boom, it's on (It's on)

Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah (Rock your dome)

Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)

Boom, bitch, what's happenin!

Ying Yang and the T-Double-D

We in this motherfucker, crunk in this motherfucker

And all our **** with a Miami boy

And  I still like to play with 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 pull that motherfucker out for fun

'Cause I ain't finna give your ass time to run

I'ma bust one time, bust two times

And the third time, your ass is mine

He'll be down for the count, he can't get up

Damn, he fallin', he can't get up

Boom, it's on

Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah

Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)

Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)

I say boom, it's on (It's on)

Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah (Rock your dome)

Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)

Boom, bitch, what's happenin!

You a soft motherfucker and a fag (Motherfucker)

If you mad 'cause you like your never had (Motherfucker)

Fuck your ass (Motherfucker), that's the past (Motherfucker)

And I know the fact make you mad (Motherfucker)

It is what a fuck **** think it ain't

For real you lame and we off the chain

With the T-Double-D, we bolo

Fuck hoes, **** ride by my Dolo

Get the keys to my car, and I jump in

Hit the liquor store, buy my cigars and gin

Get drunk and I'm off in the wind

Lookin' for a little itty bitty pretty that could hold us in

We smokin' and ridin'

Don't tell nobody, be quiet

Might cut it, lil' butt it

Can't let this shit get ugly

Boom, it's on

Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah

Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)

Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)

I say boom, it's on (It's on)

Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah (Rock your dome)

Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)

Boom, bitch, what's happenin!

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, hey, hey

Oh my God, from the south to the bottom

Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins, beatin' ass

Collipark Music Incorporated

This the next level right here, it's that crunk party

All these **** doin' crunk music, we crunk party ****

We original with it

Hey, man, who really run the south?