Whats Happnin! (Feat. Trick Daddy)

Miami
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 Half step pussy ass nigga
 Why you lookin' at a nigga like you wanna run one with 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 your mouth
 Fo' I be in front yo' house, when yo' ass come out
 Ol' bitch ass, hold another nigga dick ass, bitch ass, nigga
 Keep lookin' at a nigga like you gonna tell somethin'
 I'll fuck around and kill ya
 Get on your mark, get set, you ready, yo
 If this shit get silly, I'm lettin' it go
 First 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 five out the AK
 Okay, let a nigga play and watch T-Double-D knock ya ass of the free seat
 All my Dade County Chevy boys, who drive candy toys and tolt guns galore
 And treat the Hummer like a Tonka toy
 Got shit you niggas ain't seen before
 Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 Ying Yang and the T-Double-D
 We, in this motherfucker, crunk in this motherfucker
 And our nigga 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 with my gun
 Have fun with my gun, have sex with my gun
 And I don't put a motherfucker out for fun
 'Cause I ain't finna get ya ass tryin' to run
 I'ma bust one time, bust two times
 And the third time, yo' ass is mine
 Go down for the count, "He can't get up!"
 Damn, he fell and he can't get up
 Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 You a soft (mo'fucker), kind of gay (mo'fucker)
 If you mad 'cause you like you never had (mo'fucker)
 Fuck yo' (ass mo'fucker), that's the past (mo'fucker)
 And I know the fact make ya mad (mo'fucker)
 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
 Fuck hoes, niggas ride by my Dolo
 Get the keys to my car and I jump in
 Hit the Liquor store, buy my Cigars and 'gen
 Get drunk and I'm off in the wind
 Lookin' for a 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 done
 Boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your dome
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 I say boom, it's on, bitch nigga, we'll rock your road
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 Boom, bitch, what's happenin'? (What!)
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
 Oh my God, from the south to the bottom
 Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins, beatin' ass
 Collipark Music Incorporated
 This that next level right here, it's that crunk party
 All these nigga doin' crunk music, we crunk party nigga
 Be original with it
 Hey man, who really run the south?