Ying Yang Twins - What The Fuck! Feat. Bonecrusher and Killer Mike Lyrics:
What the f**k, man?
(What the f**k?)
This club is dead as a mother f**ker
(Dead as a mother f**ker)

I`ma call these ni**a goddamn Ying Yang Twins
(Yay)
I`ma call Bone Crusher, I`ma call that boy Killer Mike
They gon` be at the club
What? What? What?

What the f**k goin` on in the club?
(In the club)
What the f**k goin` on in the goddamn club?
(In the club)
What the f**k goin` on in the goddamn club?
(In the club)

What`s about bitch? What`s about?
(What`s about bitch?)
What`s about bitch? What`s about?
(What`s about bitch?)
What`s about bitch? What`s about?
(What`s about bitch?)

Ni**a`s comin` to the club, deep flow
Swerving lanes on 23 MJ`s no more broad change, security
They known for bustin` heads, man, I ain`t ever scared
I`ll take a bottle to his head, I`m a live, ni**a

I`ll leave a pussy ni**a dead
Hoodrats got ass but college girls got head
And I`m gon` take picture, think about what I just saidv

And it`s official me and my ni**a`s takin` pictures
And mo money, mo hoes, mo bottles in the picture
Drunk ni**a talk s**t, more problems then you can picture
We all got bottles, we deadly with spinners

At least five ni**a`s strapped up with they Winerbery`s ni**a
We all got pockets full of green, smoking Broccoli
Down here we drink cool water, clipse and Hypnotic
Down here we like our rims, spinnin` and choppin
And the girl down to the flo` drop droppin` pussy poppin`

What the f**k goin` on in the club?
(In the club)
What the f**k goin` on in the goddamn club?
(In the club)
What the f**k goin` on in the goddamn club?
(In the club)

What`s about bitch? What`s about?
(What`s about bitch?)
What`s about bitch? What`s about?
(What`s about bitch?)
What`s about bitch? What`s about?
(What`s about bitch?)

I hold off yo ni**a like whoa
I put these bricks to his face like whoa
Ain`t nobody scared ni**a because hustle to hustler
If you want rumble ni**er tussle to tussler

Bitch boi you ain`t hard I see you runnin`
So what you talkin` `bout ni**a like I`m hard, I`m drummin`
You got me, eh, don`t let these 16 shots get atcha
(Blah)
Because underachiever is soon believer don`t

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