Ying Yang Twins - What The Fuck! (feat. Bone Crusher and Killer Mike... Lyrics

What the f*ck, man?

(What the f*ck?)

This club is dead as a mother f*cker

(Dead as a mother f*cker)

I'ma call these nigga 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*ck goin' on in the club?

(In the club)

What the f*ck goin' on in the goddamn club?

(In the club)

What the f*ck 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?)

Nigga'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, nigga

I'll leave a pussy nigga 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 nigga's takin' pictures

And mo money, mo hoes, mo bottles in the picture

Drunk nigga talk shit, more problems then you can picture

We all got bottles, we deadly with spinners

At least five nigga's strapped up with they Winerbery's nigga

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*ck goin' on in the club?

(In the club)

What the f*ck goin' on in the goddamn club?

(In the club)

What the f*ck 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 nigga like whoa

I put these bricks to his face like whoa

Ain't nobody scared nigga because hustle to hustler

If you want rumble nigger tussle to tussler

Bitch boi you ain't hard I see you runnin'

So what you talkin' 'bout nigga 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