![]() Drop it down low ho, shake that shit Get fucked for a little, get loose with it bitch Stay dumb, if you really want some Get your ass on the flo' and get crunk Monte Compton go? Too expensive, get your ass on the floor Carly poppin that pussy and gettin it low I gotta 10, 20, 30, 40, 50 dollar bill So yo' ass can get crunk, show me all yo' skills Keep it real, even though I know you a lady Keep it still in the booty, all naked, shake it Hold back freak, no, show me what you got then Then shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it, shake it for a hot tip Clit get fucked, lemme see ya head split Bounce your ass up and down like you ridin' on a dick I came to the club to put some money in your rump So get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it girl Get it girl. get it girl Get it, get it, get it (girl), get it, get it, get it, get it (girl) Get it, get it, get it (girl), get it, get it Show them hoes what you workin' with! get it girl Get it, get it, get it (girl), get it, get it, get it, get it (girl) Get it, get it, get it (girl), get it, get it Show them hoes what you workin' with! Damn, look at that face, look at those eyes Look at them hips, look at them thighs Got that Apple Bottom, Baby Phat top Baby girl you a bad mother (boy stop!) Girl I ain't trippin, and I ain't hatin But I been watchin, and I been waitin Like the way that you shake that thang Lookin like you finna break that thang You need to lemme take that thang with me back to the pad Cause when I put in on ya, I betcha won't be mad You know I go hard, then I go deep And it's all night long, we don't need no sleep I have you doin things that your last man couldn't Lick the lollipop while I play with the pudding Yeah you said you wouldn't, I knew you would Don't be scared, it's all good, go on get it! Get it girl. ![]() get it girl Get it, get it, get it (girl), get it, get it, get it, get it (girl) Get it, get it, get it (girl), get it, get it Show them hoes what you workin' with! Baby gotta eat, you betta get right Magic City Monday, that's the crunk night That Patron, yeah that nigga gut shiverin Sight for sore eyes, these hoes be deliverin Pussy poppin and shakin, bringin home the bacon These hoes is for the takin, them clothes they mean to me The hell you waitin on? Yo' ass betta get it These thugs in the club, you betta come on with it Drop it, pop it, shake it, chrome lit pole Bitch gotta nigga dick sittin on swole Losin control off the liquor (damn I like the way she put that thang on a nigga!) She playin with my mind, see the bitch is fine I can't make her mine, but I could talk her down You don't hardly dance, this yo' chance Nigga leave the club with his print showin in his pants (I-Yup) But their 2020 comeback single, “Twerkin in the Mirror,” served as a heartening reminder that, no matter how much the world has changed since their early-2000s heyday, the Ying Yang Twins’ commitment to delivering booty-shaking bops in hushed tones endures.Yeah, yeah, uh Collipark in the house Come on slick, we got Bun B (Bun B) yeah, Ying Yang Twins Check it out, Collipark drop them beats that'll rock your world (That's right) Got Bun B and Ying Yang in this thang so. As crunk’s commercial reign waned by the end of the 2000s, so too did the Ying Yang Twins’ output. But while the Twins were riding high on one trend, they laid the groundwork for another with 2005’s “Wait (The Whisper Song),” a finger-snapped shot of heavy-breathing pillow talk that anticipated the minimalist ASMR pop of Billie Eilish by over a decade. Jon returned the favor by guesting on the Twins’ 2003 strip-club anthem “Salt Shaker,” a track that forever made seasoning your French fries feel infinitely more dirty. ![]() But their appearance on fellow Atlantan Lil Jon’s first blockbuster single, “Get Low,” effectively elevated crunk from a regional movement to the dominant flavor of hip-hop in an early-2000s pop landscape desperate for post-9/11 dance-floor escapism. The Ying Yang Twins’ first chart hit, 2000’s “Whistle While You Twurk,” established the duo’s primary concerns: vintage Miami bass-inspired beats, pole dancers, and colorful metaphors for moving one’s derriere. ![]() But since coming together in 1996, they’ve shared a fraternal psychic connection-with a mutual low ‘n’ louche delivery and riotous party-starting energy-that’s made them ideal emissaries for crunk’s Dirty South spin on old-school rap. The Atlanta duo of Eric “Kaine” Jackson and Deongelo “D-Roc” Holmes aren’t actually brothers, let alone twins. ![]()
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