Ying Yang Twins Alley Lyrics

Alley... The Return of the Ying Yang Twins Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Playahatian
  • 2 I'm Tried
  • 3 Alley
  • 4 Say I Yi Yi
  • 5 Sound Off
  • 6 Huff Puff
  • 7 By Myself
  • 8 Drop Like This 2001
  • 9 Atl Eternally
  • 10 Hunchin'
  • 11 Tongue Bath
  • 12 Twurkulator
  • 13 Credits
  • 14 Crank It Up
  • 15 Say I Yi Yi (remix)
  • [Hook]
    Nigga, we be alley
    My nigga, we alley
    Nigga, we be alley
    My nigga, we alley

    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

    My nigga, we alley
    Nigga, we alley
    My nigga, we alley
    Nigga, we alley

    [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

    My nigga, we alley
    Nigga, we be alley
    My nigga, we alley
    Nigga, we be alley

    [moans 'n groans]

    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

    My nigga, we alley
    Nigga, we be alley
    My nigga, we alley
    Nigga, we be alley

    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

    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
    Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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