Miami
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Boom, it's on, bitch n***a we'll rock yo' room
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)

Boom, it's on, bitch n***a we'll rock yo' room
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)

Half step pussy ass 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 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 n***a dick ass, bitch ass, n***a
Keep lookin' at a n***a 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
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 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 n***as ain't seen before

Boom, it's on, bitch n***a we'll rock yo' room
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)

Boom, it's on, bitch n***a we'll rock yo' room
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)
Ying Yang and the T double D
We in this motherfucker crunk, in this motherfucker
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 sex wit' my gun
And I don't put a motherfucker out for fun
'Cuz 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

Boom, it's on, bitch n***a we'll rock yo' room
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)

Boom, it's on, bitch n***a we'll rock yo' room
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)
You a soft mo'fucka, kind of gay mo'fucka
If you mad 'cuz 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 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
Fuck 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' butt it
Can't let this shit get done

Boom, it's on, bitch n***a we'll rock yo' room
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)

Boom, it's on, bitch n***a we'll rock yo' room
Boom, bitch what's happenin'?
(What?)
Boom, bitch 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' ass
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?