What's Happenin!

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, hey)

Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we gon' rock your dome

Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?

I said, boom, it's on, bitch, nigga, we gon' rock your dome

Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?

Hatch that pussy ass nigga why you looking at a nigga like you want to run one with me

I got my big gun with me, don't feel like duking, I feel like shooting for fools

And I don't like your attitude, you do shit that them hos on the rag would do

Oh, faggot, you better watch your mouth or I'll be in front of your house when you ask

Come out ho bitch ass

Call another nigga dick ass, snitch-ass nigga

Keep looking at a nigga like he gonna tell something

I'll fuck around and kill ya, so on your mark, get set, get ready, yo

If this shit get silly, I'm letting it go home

Front street or in the front seat

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

And hey, I ride with the AK

Get high and spit fire at the AK

Okay, let a nigga play and watch TDD

Knock your ass off the free seat

On my day kinda shabby boy

We drive candy toys and tote guns galore

I treat the homie like a tonka toy

And got shit you niggas ain't seen before

Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we gon' rock your dome

Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?

I said, boom, it's on, bitch, nigga, we gon' rock your dome

Ah, 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 our niggas wit' a Miami boy

And I still like to play wit' my tonka toy

I'm a totally Rus kid, yes I is

You can't be serious, yes I is

You think I'm playin' then ask my brother

You see I don't believe me then ask my mother

I love my gun, I play with my gun

Have fun with my gun, I have sex with my gun

And I don't pull that motherfucker out for fun

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

I'ma bust one time, bust two times

By the third time, your ass is mine

Hope you down for the count, he can't get up

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

Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we gon' rock your dome

Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?

I said, boom, it's on, bitch, nigga, we gon' rock your dome

Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?

You a soft (motherfucker), and a fake (motherfucker)

If you mad 'cause you like you never had (motherfucker)

Fuck yo' ass (motherfucker), that's the past (motherfucker)

And I know the fact make ya mad (motherfucker)

It is what I thought nigga think it ain't

For real, you lame and we off the chain

With the T-Double-D, we bolo

Fuck hos niggas 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 hold a sip

We smokin', then 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 nigga, we gon' rock your dome

Ah, boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What? Boom), bitch, what's happenin'?

I said, boom, it's on, bitch, nigga, we gon' rock your dome

Ah, 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, 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

This that Krump Party

All these niggas doing this Krump Music

We Krump Party, nigga

We original with it

Ay, man, who really run the south?