Alley return of the ying yang twins full album (except playahatian) lyrics

[D Roc]
Walkin' round' town like I'm lost, sittin' in da house like a log
n*gga had to find somethin' out, playa wanna shine das all
Don't help to twine wit' mine so small
n*gga n*gga n*gga n*gga please, hataz all around me let a n*gga breathe
What a n*gga say at the slip of the lip?
Man f*ck dat b*tch need to quit, talk about a n*gga like a hoe
What they wanna hate me fo?
When a n*gga step through da doe' conversation get low
With these type of n*ggas I don't need no communication
Cuz' playahation das so irrelavent next motherf*cker that hate
I'm thinkin' bout' writin' a letter to da president
Swimmin' in da land of da lost, n*gga don't sleep too good
n*gga tired been all off from stress dat can will, would, should
Probably could make a n*gga ass go insane
Stay smoked out all day mary jane, n*ggas be tryin' to make me
Strain, hataz wanna put a chain on my rang
Get a n*gga mind off track and worry bout' you givin' my sh*t back
All ova hea need to stay ova dea, you got yo' own stay outta my hair
n*ggas and b*tches is both da same they lie, steal, cheat, f*ck, suck
Trick, and all dis then they in yo' face wit' dat I love sh*t

[Chorus]
I'm ttiiirreedddd
Fake booty, boot busta ass n*ggas all around me
I'm ttiiirreedddd
Hoes, hoes, hoes is all I see
I'm ttiiirreedddd
Won't chall get da f*ck on and leave me alone
I'm ttiiirreedddd
n*ggas get gone uh, b*tches get gone uh (x2)
[Kaine]
Muthaf*ckas come around my face, mouf got a bad ass taste
Why the motherf*ckers wanna hate?
Need to get out my way, let a motherf*cker come through
Do wha tha f*ck I gotta do, dis don't concern you
I'm tryin' to handle my business, get on da good foot
You need to jump on da band wagon and not stand backin'
Cuz' errbody tryin' to get rich, buy a new house and sh*t
Make our way out da hood, like everybody should
But you up to no good tryin' to bring a n*gga down
Spreadin' lies around town n*gga like a fu-ckin clown
It only make you look bad, errbody jokin' yo' ass
It just make me laugh, make a n*gga move on, made me write dis song
Now I'm in the f*ckin' zone, tha list goes on and on
But they say two wrongs dat don't make no right
It just make it worst, I addressed it first
That's why I wrote this verse, probably say da truth hurt
I'm bout' tired of dis sh*t, ya need to let da sh*t go
Quit actin' like a f*ckin' hoe, yeah it's time to grow
If you do it will show

[Chorus]
I'm ttiiirreedddd
Fake booty, boot busta ass n*ggas all around me
I'm ttiiirreedddd
Hoes, hoes, hoes is all I see
I'm ttiiirreedddd
Won't chall get da f*ck on and leave me alone
I'm ttiiirreedddd
n*ggas get gone uh, b*tches get gone uh (x4)
I'm ttiiirreedddd
I'm ttiiirreedddd
I'm ttiiirreedddd
I'm ttiiirreedddd
I'm ttiiirreedddd
I'm ttiiirreedddd


I'm ttiiirreedddd
I'm ttiiirreedddd
I'm ttiiirreedddd
I'm ttiiirreedddd
I'm ttiiirreedddd
I'm ttiiirreedddd


Alley

[Hook]
n*gga, we be alley
My n*gga, we alley
n*gga, we be alley
My n*gga, we alley
Nooooooow

[D-Roc]
Tell a n*gga 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 n*gga in the club smokin dubs
Like a tru center thug
The big boy Willie Grill
Smoke swisher sweets, dont miss a beat
If a n*gga feelin froggy leap
We ballin, shot-callin
Ho's holla'n, try to follow
When a n*gga ain't 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
(?) can't stop my (?)
Killa a b*tch, kill a b*tch, soon to buss
Ain't to many n*ggas that can f*ck wit' us
Y'all n*ggas think you can f*ck wit' us
Some of y'all n*ggas gon' miss the bus
See playa we dangerous, stay (???)
c*ck-block that fo'-fifth
Switch your hands like (??)
Man then kick over to
n*gga can't see me with a birds-eye view
So you betta back up, back up
'fore a n*gga straight have to act up, act up
Stand in this thang wit' the mac up, mac up
... 10 then because
[Hook]
My n*gga, we alley
n*gga, we alley
My n*gga, we alley
n*gga, we alley
Whoa

[Mr. Ball]
We some alley muh'f*ckas from the ATL, Georgia boys
We came to bring the noise, and we got them tonka toys (boom boom boom)
n*ggas be bitin like jaws, n*gga back the f*ck 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 n*gga, I'm down for mine
Now dont make me have to say this sh*t one more time
Now back up, I know you dont want some muthaf*cka to act up
I thank you need to put your muthaf*ckin ?gack? up
Before you get dealt with
f*ckin around and get yourself hit
Off some f*ckin bullsh*t
Cause we some country-ass Georgia n*ggas, I told ya n*gga
We done and we done showed ya n*gga, it's on my n*gga
Doin this sh*t one more 'gain
I thank this time I'ma get a lil' more money to spend

[Hook]
My n*gga, we alley
n*gga, we be alley
My n*gga, we alley
n*gga, we be alley
Ah

[moans 'n groans]

[Kaine]
Ah, we some alley muthaf*ckas, shawty ya didn't know
n*ggas is entertainin when they hit the front door
n*gga 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 n*gga 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 can't 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 n*gga, we alley
n*gga, we be alley
My n*gga, we alley
n*gga, we be alley

[D-Roc]
Now what's on your mind, if you got something to say
Then say that sh*t, dont hold that sh*t
Bitin your tongue, because your boys ain't here
Who you roll with, 'cause that's bullsh*t
You'll get your ass kicked f*ckin 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 won't start...
With some crazy muh'f*ckas tote gats too
Crazy muthaf*ckas that'll blast you
Crazy muthaf*ckas dont give a sh*t
What? Y'all n*ggas dont know who y'all f*ckin 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-muthaf*ckas always talkin sh*t
Sixty-five n*ggas you can suck my di*k
We Ying-Yang and it ain't no thang
Sheisty muthaf*cka put it down on they brain
We real, some tru-city thug sh*t
The essence of a thug, they dont like a n*gga in public
With two Glocks, I represent 2pac, the block is too hot
They want a fool out the neighborhood (why)
Straight hard to f*ck with, know he slangin hard
n*ggas 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 n*gga

[Hook] - 2X
My n*gga, we alley
n*gga, we be alley
My n*gga, we alley
n*gga, we be alley

My n*gga


Sound Off

(Chorus)
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
SOUND OFF, all my hoes in this muthaf*cker
SOUND OFF, all my n*ggas in this muthaf*cker
SOUND OFF, Ying Yang in this muthaf*cker
SOUND OFF, n*ggA, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF
SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF

(Ying Yang)
n*ggas crossed standin all in line
The club packed every muthaf*cken time
Fly hoes looking alike darnit
Rich thugs takin over V.I.P parkin
Say you came to hang, well i bet
4, or 5 crooks are here, we brang sweat
Smokin till you caint get no higher
If the twins in your city its gonna be an all nighter
Lucky women out there lemme hear you say
Do that there, do that there, where you at
In the back of the club, in the front of the stage
Gettin krunk with a n*gga, say this song hit a n*gga
I keepin sh*t simple like a.b.c
We can muthaf*cken teach you goddamned birds and bees
If you's a virgin, you need to stay away from me
Ill pimp this straight hoe till you straight up leave

(Chorus)
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
SOUND OFF, all my hoes in this muthaf*cker
SOUND OFF, all my n*ggas in this muthaf*cker
SOUND OFF, Ying Yang in this muthaf*cker
SOUND OFF, n*ggA, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF
SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF

(Ying Yang)
Where my thugs at
Sippin more yak
c*min in the car
Standin by the bar
See every time ying yang catch a vibe
They say we too hype, beg us too be quiet
Thats all good if we was in a church
But n*ggas be throwin bows, and hoes that love to twurk
One more time, Hoot, Aim, Shoot
Lemme jump off in
If i said it i ment it, Im here to represent it
Love big booty b*tches, love feelin on some titties
If you think this sh*ts explicit
Dont let your kids hear it
b*tch pop that pus*y, and shake that ass
Last call for alchohol, save me the last dance
Got my di*k hard doin that freaky sh*t
Best belive this the b*tch that im leavin with

(Chorus)
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
SOUND OFF, all my hoes in this muthaf*cker
SOUND OFF, all my n*ggas in this muthaf*cker
SOUND OFF, Ying Yang in this muthaf*cker
SOUND OFF, n*ggA, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF
SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF

(Ying Yang)
Step out in a polo air tight
Smoke a blunt, can't you hear em, my heads right
If your c*nt creams more let my nuts hang
Represent in the crib, and the friggin cain
n*ggas say oops shorty what they in for
Gone drank all day, make the liquor store
I hate the way you ment it tell em that i need an O
Low blow but an O thats a no no
Ying Yang got ya krunk sit down and ready
So dont get up on the b*tch till i back that ass up
I feel so weedy
Show a n*gga that you can put some feel in nene
The way you shaken ass b*tch lemme hit it
Oops my fault my hand be wondering
9 to 5 must be killin
Let me tell you something if you dont like what im sayin
Keep it to yourself but i still got hoes Gettin krunk with it

(Chorus)
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
ONE, TWO, you know what to do
SOUND OFF, all my hoes in this muthaf*cker
SOUND OFF, all my n*ggas in this muthaf*cker
SOUND OFF, Ying Yang in this muthaf*cker
SOUND OFF, n*ggA, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF
SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF, SOUND OFF

(Ying Yang)
Ohhh-Ohhh Ying Yang in this
Ohhh-Ohhh Ying Yang in this
Ohhh-Ohhh Ying Yang in this
Ying Yang in this, Ying Yang in this
Ohhh-Ohhh Ying Yang in this
Ohhh-Ohhh Ying Yang in this
Ying Yang in this, Ying Yang in this
Ohhhhhh-


Huff Puff



By Myself

[Intro]
Eh, yo, yo yo
This is Ying Yang Twins with a ghetto public service announcment (uh oh)
Red light (ohh), red light (ohh, ohh)
Stay by yourself, (ohh) by yourself (ohh)...

[Chorus] - 2X
Smoke by myself
Drink by myself
f*ck the' hoes by my goddamn self, for rrreal (By my goddamn self)
For rrreal (By my goddamn self)

[Verse 1]
n*gga dwell on it, can't he
So tell on me, got my b*tch all at the crib
Try to smell on a n*gga, wanna stay around him
But when I'm sitting on the couch
She keep me saying "oooh", cuz she grabbin on my crouch
And I already know, thinking to myself
What the f*ck, somebody told
Had to have been one little n*gga that I showed
Some sh*t that they never should have seen, anyhow
All hell n*gguh...hatin' on me now, smokin' on my weed
Steady drinkin' on my beer, hell naw n*ggah
Get the f*ck up out of here, can't hold one
So you can't hold your tongue, n*gga lips smackin
Like she chew bubble gum, tell her where I been
What I did, who I'm with
Said see me with two b*tches, thats when I said it
I gotta stay the f*ck away from heah, I'ma

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 2]
Smokin' weed by myself, drinkin' Henn by myself
f*ckin' hoes by myself, I fuss with nobody else
Now red light, child started a fight
Just talking all about us, and whilin', its alright
I hate when my brothers, f*ckin' up undercovas
Shorty, did I stutter? Go get another rubba
Shorty is shaking like blubba, shorty that want me to cut her
Too many n*ggas in the house, time to get out!
I get freaky in the back, while you play at your work
I'm hitting the fat monkey, and damn your girl chunky
Haven't seen what I've been, I'm drinking all alone
On the phone with my b...l, u, n, t 'course every day
I white out, acamo, philly, or marsailles
Give a f*ck about a b*tch, what that muthaf*cka say?
Who gives a sh*t? Grab a b*tch in the club
Show her love with a dub, and them n*ggas hatin' cuz I...

[Chorus] - 2X

[Verse 3]
Smoke by myself, drink byself
f*ck by myself, cause I was born by my Goddamn self
f*ck, run train, that sh*t lame
I'd rather be one-on-one with a b*tch gettin' brain
Too many heads on a blunt, n*gga don't get high
I don't give a f*ck, if ya got five
Every now and then you chip, and you wanna get Henn
But you never got a twinny-twin-twin, don't roll trees
Hey man, sh*t, take it from me
You better hope ya get drunk from the Pepsi
Up, thats a beep, might be a freak (Hey lemme roll with your folk?)
I ain't taking nobody with me, I'ma ride by myself
Get high by myself, get drunk by myself
f*ck this ho by my goddamn self (myself)
Don't nobody hold your own, like your own
Thats why we on our own...

[Chorus] - 3X

[Outro]
See now when you do what you do, how you do what you do
When you do what you do, nobody can tell on you
If you all by yourself, ah ah ah, say it
I don't need no friends, I don't need no foes
I'ma drink my Henn, and choke all out the door
Now everybody said goodbye, get your hand that burns
It's just good to see ya ride, reverse, reverse
Biitch, reverse, reverse, biitch
20 hops this time, what happened this time? (Hoooo!)
Everybody tr-, ...we just playin'
Everybody but me, Ying Yang Twins out for the 2001
(Eh, we'd like to thank y'all)
Went down to the jukebox...