Whats Happnin! Songtext / Lyric

Miiiami...



(Hey x30)



(Chorus)

BOOM! It's on bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome

BOOM! bitch whats happnin? (WHAT!)

BOOM! bitch whats happnin? (WHAT!)

BOOM! It's on bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome

BOOM! bitch whats happnin? (WHAT!)

BOOM! bitch whats happnin?






(Trick Daddy)

Ask that pussy ass nigga

Why he lookin at a nigga like he wanna run one with mah

Now i got my big gun with mah

Dont feel like dippin i feel like shootin

And i dont like ya attitude

You do shit that them hoes on the rag would do

Hoe fag its you better watch ya mouth

Before i be in front ya house when ya ass come out

Hoe bitch ass

Hold another nigga dick ass

Snitch ass.nigga

Keep lookin at a nigga like you gonna tell sumthin

I'll fuck around and kill ya

So yo? gray yo

If this shit get silly im lettin it go

First street on the front seat

You ever come my way

Theres gonna be gun play

Hey! i ride with the AK

Get high spit fire out the AK

Ok let a nigga play and watch 2 double D's knock ya ass off the front seat

? Kinda chevy boy we drive candy toys

And tote guns gallore

I treat the Hummer like a Tonka Toy and got shoot you niggas aint seen before



(chorus)



(Ying Yang Twins)

Ying Yang in the T double D

We can get in this muthafucka park in this muthafucka

And i dont need those with a mind or boy

And i still like to play with my tonka toy

Im a Toys 'R' Us kid yes i is

You cant be serious, yes i is

You think im playin then ask my brotha

Still dont believe me then ask my motha

Cuz i love my gun

I play with my gun

I fundle my gun

Have sex with my gun

And i dont pull that muthafucka out for fun

Cuz i aint feelin to give yo ass time to run

Ima bust one time, bust two time, by the third time your ass is mine

Gone be down for the count, he cant get up

Damn, he fallen he cant get up



(chorus)



Wassup muhfucka, in a fag (Muhfucka)

If you mad cuz you like it neva had (Muhfucka)

Fuck yo ass, thats the past (Muhfucka)

And i kno the fact make you mad (Muhfucka)

What the fuck nigga think it aint (Fer Real)

Ying Yang and we off the chain

In the T double D we bo-low

Fuck hoes nigga ride by my go-low

Gimme the keys to my car and ill jump in

Leave the liquor store by my city Bars and Gin

Get drunk and im off in the wind

Lookin for a lil itty bitty pretty that can hold us in



We smokin and ridin

dont tell nobody be quiet

Not cuttin lil buddy

Cant let this shit get ugly



(Chorus)



(Hey x30)