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 Rate Brang Yo Azz OutDoz
Artist : Ying Yang Twins
Song : Brang Yo Azz OutDoz
Aw shit
let that pussy nigga write whats
out
ah, that nigga dont know nothin 'bout us
soldiers
what, what
[Chorus 1] - repeat
2X
Test that nigga, rush that nigga
get
that nigga, man bust that nigga
[Chorus
2]
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes
(Fuck you)
you wanna go and try to steal my
clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out
doz,
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna
rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
You
wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz
out doz, brang yo azz out doz,
nigga, brang yo
azz out doz
[Verse 1]
The same nigga
with the same limp, and if you that same ol'
bitch
Then I'm the same pimp, you niggas make
me so sick
She call us perpatrators, and if
them day to day haters
See if we modivators,
aint got no love, fuck scrub
She come to move
the crew
I'll take niggas oldschool back like
some gucci suits
I weigh 'em down like tide,
so you can't see the wine
It aint no fear in
my eyes, this aint no fall ??
Them niggas
holdin my back, see we got hella shit
Now
watch my shit get lit - up like a cigarette
I
smoke my bud by ounce - at least in
downtown
Cant even holla with something, see I
done lived it now
These niggas thinkin I owe
'em, when I dont even know 'em
I keep my mind
on paper, so I got hella paper
They want me -
a heavyweighter, and a inovator
I put a hole
in yo neighbor, 'bout big as the
equator
BITCH, I'll see ya later
[Verse
2]
I remember when a nigga didnt have these
clothes
Remember when a nigga didnt have these
golds
Remember when a nigga didnt have no
ends
But now ??? dipped it in
A-Chick-A
Check
It take long time, but now a nigga livin
good
Ballin with the thugs in my hood - the
woods
If you didnt know TD drop thangs,
put
a bullet in yo motherfucking brains
CAN YOU
HANG?
[Chorus 1]
You get mad 'cause a
nigga jump fresh (Fuck you)
You got anamocity
on yo chest
Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz
out doz,
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You
wanna front on me in front of them hoes (Fuck
you)
You wanna go and try to steal my
clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, Brang yo azz out
doz,
Brang yo azz out doz
[Verse
3]
Mayhem, double hands on the above
To me
I'm putting the Ying on Kaine, putting the Yang
to 'em
Murderers, killas, thug niggas
Atl.
grave diggers, Inglewood cap pillers,
East
Atlanta wig splitters, drug dealers
Cause I'm
gon be there wit my True City Thug
Never leave
home wihtout that chrome unless I'm thugged
out
They will be my drug out, young niggas
grilled out
Smokin on some sticky green, stop
the car for the gangsta lean
Murder, murder,
(murder, murder) kill, kill, (kill, kill)
You
talkin shit, that same nigga got his cap pilled
(cap pilled)
Kaine got that thang in the aim,
ready to get which ya
Aint gon let'cha get
away, I think I had a bad day
Smucky bear with
it, even though ????? in Adamsville
I dont
give a fuck, nigga what if you book
I'm here
so you can get me, and there's no way its gotta
be
'Cause Roc that thugs keep a motherfuckin
latchet
[Verse 4]
Get rapped up with
that ying on yo azz when I swing it
Came up
with that yang on yo brain with that thang
man
Lyric, killin, and drug dealin, riders,
and soldiers
comin out of Georgia, slangin wit
that water
My other voice said "hi" today, so
I gotta get high today
Tell my folks dont cry
for me, just ride for me
And scream "free
me"
Fuck about some bunkshots, and what
knots
And altitudes, my niggas she
botilary
For bustas who be talkin
shit
[Chorus 1]
You wanna rat a nigga
out to the feds (Fuck you)
You wanna flex you
gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz out doz, brang
yo azz out doz
nigga, brang yo azz out
doz
You get mad cause a nigga jump fresh (Fuck
you)
You got anamocity on yo chest
Brang yo
azz out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga brang
yo azz out doz
[Verse 5]
It was this
fly guy ? named frosted flakes
You should
tramp on the hill, down by each lake
See you
ran into this nigga, named suga bow
Suga bow
was suga slim, with some long azz hair
Had
this brawl on the strip, that was cuttin for
chedda
She ?? freaky deaky bitch, met fruity
pebbles
Up, another pimp, I hate to say it,
green shirt, and blue jeans
Iced out, on the
arm, I'm rollin, sayin you niggas
gone
[Verse 6]
The mind murderer deep
game, to talkin hoes out they clothes
It got
me lost, gotta pay the cost, they say I'm
off
Cause I'm a dead man walkin, deep dog
talkin
Small time scracker, well be a thug
trainer
Hangin by yo feet, yo bitch gon be
with me
Because I'm known to fuck and gettin
my dick sucked
So black yo wanna act up, you
betta back up
'fore you get slapped up like
biscuits
Sucked on like incense
[Chorus
2]
You wanna front on me in front of them hoes
(Fuck you)
You wanna go and try to steal my
clothes
Brang yo azz out doz, brang yo azz out
doz
nigga, brang yo azz out doz
You wanna
rat a nigga out to the feds (Fuck you)
You
wanna flex you gon' bust my azz
Brang yo azz
out doz, brang yo azz out doz
nigga, brang yo
azz out doz
If you hard like you say you
is, punk bitch
You aint got no gat, you better
use yo fist (repeat 5X)
Test that nigga,
rush that nigga,
get that nigga, man bust that
nigga (repeat 2X)
I said y'all
motherfuckers gon' learn
If ya play with fire
nigga ya gon' get burned (repeat 4X)
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