Ying Yang Twins Lyrics

Album: Alley...Return Of The YingYang Twins

Alley Lyrics

[Hook]

 Nigga, we be alley

 My nigga, we alley

 Nigga, we be alley

 My nigga, we alley

 Nooooooow

 

 [D-Roc]

 Tell a nigga dont act no fool

 What's up cuz? Stay cool

 Smoke some mary jane, you know the rules

 Haters puttin salt in the game

 Wanna keep a thug out the drug house

 But you know the drill...a fro, polo

 And a nigga in the club smokin dubs

 Like a tru center thug

 The big boy Willie Grill

 Smoke swisher sweets, dont miss a beat

 If a nigga feelin froggy leap

 We ballin, shot-callin

 ho's holla'n, try to follow

 When a nigga aint ballin, sheesh

 Still pullin on the hair

 On my ching-ching weigher

 (??)

 Ho we can head to the spot in Decatur

 (??) smoke optimos, and try to cop the ho's

 (?) cant stop my (?)

 Killa a bitch, kill a bitch, soon to buss

 Aint to many niggas that can fuck wit' us

 Y'all niggas think you can fuck wit' us

 Some of y'all niggas gon' miss the bus

 See playa we dangerous, stay (??)

 Cock-block that fo'-fifth, 

 Switch your hands like (??)

 Man then kick over to

 Nigga cant see me with a birds-eye view

 So you betta back up, back up

 'fore a nigga straight have to act up, act up

 Stand in this thang wit' the mac up, mac up

 ... 10 then because

 

 [Hook]

 My nigga, we alley

 Nigga, we alley

 My nigga, we alley

 Nigga, we alley

 Whoa

 

 [Mr. Ball]

 We some alley muh'fuckas from the ATL, Georgia boys

 We came to bring the noise, and we got them tonka toys (boom boom boom)

 Niggas be bitin like jaws, nigga back the fuck off my balls

 If you got some beef wit' me, then I got some beef wit' y'all

 Now ooh lawd, them boys on the map again

 Who they be? Mr. Ball and them Ying-Yang Twins

 And when you down for yours, my nigga, I'm down for mine

 Now dont make me have to say this shit one more time

 Now back up, I know you dont want some muthafucka to act up

 I thank you need to put your muthafuckin ?gack? up

 Before you get dealt with

 Fuckin around and get yourself hit

 Off some fuckin bullshit

 Cause we some country-ass Georgia niggas, I told ya nigga

 We done and we done showed ya nigga, it's on my nigga

 Doin this shit one more 'gain

 I thank this time I'ma get a lil' more money to spend

 

 [Hook]

 My nigga, we alley

 Nigga, we be alley

 My nigga, we alley

 Nigga, we be alley

 

 Ah

 

 [moans 'n groans]

 

 [Kaine]

 Ah, we some alley muthafuckas, shawty ya didnt know

 Niggas is entertainin when they hit the front door

 Nigga be like whoa, stop, control

 But he was poppin off, so I'ma hit him in his nose

 Throwin them 'bows, ColliPark know it explodes

 Have a nigga feelin crunchy, smellin like toes

 Ya know we had it from Georgia to Cali'

 Doin shows from Virginia to that Cakilaki

 Ask if are we lackin? Nothin, see we packin

 4-5 glocks, .9 spray milli-tec and no actin, I'm blastin

 I make my money ?threashin?

 The foes see the gold and they dont wanna respect him

 Maybe I cant help it, the way that I act

 Handle your part thug, give him a heart-attack

 Beatin ass in the back, slammin upon a track

 Ying-Yang in this thang, ColliPark runnin thangs

 

 [Hook]

 My nigga, we alley

 Nigga, we be alley

 My nigga, we alley

 Nigga, we be alley

 

 [D-Roc]

 Now what's on your mind, if you got something to say

 Then say that shit, dont hold that shit

 Bitin your tongue, because your boys aint here

 Who you roll with, 'cause that's bullshit

 You'll get your ass kicked fuckin wit' real thugs

 Playahatin you gets no love

 Run and get your boys if you thinkin you're hard

 If you know like I know, then your ass wont start...

 with some crazy muh'fuckas tote gats too

 Crazy muthafuckas that'll blast you

 Crazy muthafuckas dont give a shit

 What? Y'all niggas dont know who y'all fuckin with

 We T-H-U-G-G-E-D O-U-T

 We'll F-U-C-K yo' ass up with that heat

 

 [Kaine]

 Mutha-mutha-muthafuckas always talkin shit

 Sixty-five niggas you can suck my dick

 We Ying-Yang and it aint no thang

 Sheisty muthafucka put it down on they brain

 We real, some tru-city thug shit

 The essence of a thug, they dont like a nigga in public

 With two glocks, I represent 2pac, the block is too hot

 They want a fool out the neighborhood (why)

 Straight hard to fuck with, know he slangin hard

 Niggas is paranoid, all I know we raw (raw)

 All I know we raw (raw)

 All I know we raw (raw)

 All I know we raw (raw)

 All I know we raw (raw)

 All I know we raw (raw)

 All I know we raw (raw)

 We youngin's nigga

 

 [Hook - 2X]

 My nigga, we alley

 Nigga, we be alley

 My nigga, we alley

 Nigga, we be alley

 

 My nigga