Yung Wun Walk It, Talk It Lyrics

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  • 1 I Can't Take It No More (intro)
  • 2 I Tried to Tell Ya
  • 3 Tear It Up (feat. DMX, David Banner, & Lil' Flip)
  • 4 Yung Wun Anthem
  • 5 One More Day in the Hood
  • 6 Sad Song
  • 7 Starvin' & Robbin'
  • 8 Load 'em Up
  • 9 Cadillac Doors
  • 10 Walk It, Talk It
  • 11 Let It Bump
  • 12 Represent
  • Oh yeah
    All in formation
    We gon' walk wit it
    (Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it
    (Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    We gon' walk wit it
    (Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it
    (Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    This face expression of a baller
    Shot calla, gettin' down for miles of travelin' through these walls
    Leavin' the green ova bitches, shady tells a 50 licks
    It's sad I had to leave 'em in critical conditions
    Up in that hoodlum wall club pourin' liquor on niggaz
    It's green fellish for life there, they go hit the lights
    Back do it in park, as I bounced up out that cash po'
    Call up Joe, where he at? He at tha airport
    Duckin' an' runnin' from these po pos they outta control
    30 cops chasin' a nigga from the ghetto
    Tired as hell, I put that suit case down
    We gon' walk wit it
    (Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it
    (Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    6 o clock in tha mourin' stretchin' and yawnin' as the sun rise
    Poorin' out liquor fo all my soldiers that died
    In these ghetto days, bussin' bottles and shoot the bitches
    It's them ghetto ways, them ghetto ways
    (Hey)
    My 1st mission of the day, wit a swisha fired up
    They say ya back in the trap again shorty so what
    On the south side get slack
    Is it my last day, I don't knoe, but if I go
    Put a blunt in my casket shorty let mah soul smoke
    So on 3, PPG fast street for cannonville
    On the souf side where hard heads ride we keep it real
    We gon' walk wit it
    (Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it
    (Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    I'm tryin' to cop the new bently thang
    I already got the fansies off the lot wit tha Cuban Frames
    4 4's on top I move them thangs
    Ya car slippin' in tha hood ya mite loose ya brain
    Like a black bird, that's rite, high up on the curve
    David Atten on mah face like CFA, GIA but call 'em Dedra Allison
    Bay banks and billoms high flys and hideaways
    In Dresden stay and play
    I got tha Nelly claw on the seize and do'
    Ya neva saw a Yung
    Nigga do this shit befo'
    We gon' walk wit it
    (Hey)
    We gon' talk wit it
    (Ooh)
    Got me screamin' out
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Yung bunch, y'all don't say that again
    Let 'em kno, every hood roun
    The world this how we doin' this here
    Yung Wun, knoe what I'm sayin'
    Bringin' it to ya on the real
    Uncut strait street, all hood
    America, we have a problem
    4 real it's goin' down
    Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
    Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
    Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
    Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that mutha
    East Side what, West Side what
    Down South motha fuka, where tha mouf motha fucka
    East side, West Side, North Side, South Side
    MississippI in dis thang rite
    ATL man, St. Louis man, magnolia, bounce bak, get that what


    Written by: Anderson James, Lavell Crump
    Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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