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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trick Daddy
Vocals
Eric Johnson
Rap
D Roc
Vocals
Kaine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DRok
Songwriter
Deongelo Holmes
Songwriter
Eric Jackson
Songwriter
M. Young
Songwriter
Michael Crooms
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lil Jon
Producer
Billy Hume
Mixing Engineer
Carlos Hernandez
Recording Engineer
Devin Johnson
Recording Engineer
Mr. Collipark
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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, hey
[Verse 2]
Boom, it's on
Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah
Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)
I say boom, it's on (It's on)
Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah (Rock your dome)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin!
[Verse 3]
Half step pussy-ass ****
Why you lookin' at a **** like you wanna run one with me?
I got my big gun with me
Don't feel like dippin', I feel like shootin', fool
And I don't like your attitude
You do shit that then hoes on a rag'd do
Old faggot, you better watch your mouth
'Fore I be in front your house, when your ass come out
Old bitch ass, hold another **** dick ass, bitch-ass ****
Keep lookin' at a **** like you gon' tell something
I'll fuck around and kill you
So on your mark, get set, get ready, yo, yo
If this shit get silly, I'm lettin' it go
From the street or in the front seat
You ever come my way, it's gon' be gunplay
Hey, I ride with a AK, get high and spit five out the AK
Okay, let a **** play
And watch T-Double-D knock your ass off the free seat
All my Dade County Chevy boys
Who drive candy toys and tote guns galore
And treat the Hummer like a Tonka toy
We got shit you **** ain't seen before
[Verse 4]
Boom, it's on
Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah
Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)
I say boom, it's on (It's on)
Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah (Rock your dome)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin!
[Verse 5]
Ying Yang and the T-Double-D
We in this motherfucker, crunk in this motherfucker
And all our **** with a Miami boy
And I still like to play with 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 pull that motherfucker out for fun
'Cause I ain't finna give your ass time to run
I'ma bust one time, bust two times
And the third time, your ass is mine
He'll be down for the count, he can't get up
Damn, he fallin', he can't get up
[Verse 6]
Boom, it's on
Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah
Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)
I say boom, it's on (It's on)
Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah (Rock your dome)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin!
[Verse 7]
You a soft motherfucker and a fag (Motherfucker)
If you mad 'cause you like your never had (Motherfucker)
Fuck your ass (Motherfucker), that's the past (Motherfucker)
And I know the fact make you mad (Motherfucker)
It is what a fuck **** think it ain't
For real you lame and we off the chain
With the T-Double-D, we bolo
Fuck hoes, **** ride by my Dolo
Get the keys to my car, and I jump in
Hit the liquor store, buy my cigars and gin
Get drunk and I'm off in the wind
Lookin' for a little itty bitty pretty that could hold us in
[Verse 8]
We smokin' and ridin'
Don't tell nobody, be quiet
Might cut it, lil' butt it
Can't let this shit get ugly
[Verse 9]
Boom, it's on
Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah
Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)
I say boom, it's on (It's on)
Bitch ****, we'll rock your dome, ah (Rock your dome)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin! (What?)
Boom, bitch, what's happenin!
[Verse 10]
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, hey, hey
[Verse 11]
Oh my God, from the south to the bottom
Trick Daddy Dollaz, Ying Yang Twins, beatin' ass
Collipark Music Incorporated
This the next level right here, it's that crunk party
All these **** doin' crunk music, we crunk party ****
We original with it
Hey, man, who really run the south?
Written by: DRok, Eric Johnson