What's Happnin'!

Miami, hey, hey, hey Boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome Boom, bitch what's happnin'? (What?) Boom, bitch what's happnin'? (What?) I said boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome Boom, bitch what's happnin'? (What?) Boom, bitch what's happnin'? Half step pus*y a*s 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 attitude, you do shit, that dem hoes on a rag'll do Ol' faggot, you better watch yo mouth Fo' I be in front yo house, when yo a*s come out Ol' bitch a*s, hold another nigga d**k a*s, switch a*s nigga Keep lookin' at a nigga like he gonna tell somethin' I'll f**k around and kill ya So now that you set you ready, yo If this shit get silly I'm lettin' it go Front scrito in the front seat You ever come my way, it's gon' be gun play Hey, I ride wit' a AK, get high and spit fire out the AK Okay, let a nigga play and watch T-Double-D Knock ya a*s of the free seat All my Dade County Chevy boys Who drive candy toys and tot guns galore And treat the Hummer like a Tonka toy Got shit you niggaz ain't seen before Boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome Boom, bitch what's happnin'? (What?) Boom, bitch what's happnin'? (What?) I said boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome Boom, bitch what's happnin'? (What?) Boom, bitch what's happnin'? Ying Yang and the T-Double-D We in this motherf**ker crunk in this motherf**ker 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' then ask my brother You still don't believe me then ask my mother Because I love my gun, I play wit' my gun Have fun wit' my gun, have s*x wit' my gun And I don't put a motherf**ker out for fun 'Cause I ain't finna get ya a*s tryin' to run I'ma bust one time, bust two times And the third time yo a*s is mine Go down for the count, '€œHe can't get up'€ Damn, he fell and he can't get up Boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome Boom, bitch what's happnin'? (What?) Boom, bitch what's happnin'? (What?) I said boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome Boom, bitch what's happnin'? (What?) Boom, bitch what's happnin'? You a soft mothaf**ka, kind of fag mothaf**ka If you mad 'cause you like it never had mothaf**ka f**k yo a*s mothaf**ka, that's the past mothaf**ka And I know the fact make ya mad mothaf**ka It is what I thought nigga think it ain't For real, you lame and we off the chain And the T-Double-D, we bolo f**k hoes, nigga 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 lil' 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 ugly Boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome Boom, bitch what's happnin'? (What?) Boom, bitch what's happnin'? (What?) I said boom, it's on, bitch nigga we'll rock yo dome Boom, bitch what's happnin'? (What?) Boom, bitch what's happnin'? Hey, hey, hey Oh my God, from the south to the bottom Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins beatin' a*s Collipark Music Incorporated, this the next level right here It's that crunk party, all these niggaz doin' this crunk music We crunk party nigga, be original wit' it Hey man who really run the south?