El rock es un género musical que tuvo sus orígenes en los Estados Unidos a mediados del siglo XX y que posteriormente se extendió por todo el mundo durante las décadas siguientes. El rock es una fusión de varios géneros musicales, incluyendo el blues, el country y el folk, entre otros.
El sonido del rock se caracteriza por el uso de guitarras eléctricas, batería y bajo, aunque también se incorporan otros instrumentos como teclados y sintetizadores. Las letras de las canciones suelen abordar temas diversos como el amor, la política, la sociedad, la rebeldía y la juventud.
A lo largo de los años, el rock ha evolucionado en una amplia variedad de subgéneros, como el rock and roll, el rock progresivo, el punk, el heavy metal, el grunge, el indie rock y muchos otros. Algunas de las bandas más influyentes en la historia del rock incluyen a The Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Rolling Stones, Queen, Nirvana y Radiohead, entre otras.
Ying Yang Twins es un dúo de crunk nativo de Atlanta formado por Kaine (Eric Jackson, 16 de diciembre de 1978) y D-Roc (D'Angelo Holmes, 13 de febrero de 1979). Crecieron en el este de Atlanta, un área conocido por la violencia y la pobreza. A pesar de la peligrosidad de su barrio, D-Roc y Kaine, quienes han estado trabajando juntos durante seis años, encontraron salida a sus problemas gracias a la música, más en concreto al crunk. Debutaron en el "Dead Crunk LP", una compilación de DJ Smurf. Tras esto, los dos pensaron en comenzar sus carreras en solitario, pero DJ Smurf los convenció de que siguieran juntos.
I don't give a fuck about these Nigga's or these hoes
Don't you ever, don't you ever
Make me spit on yo ass bitch!!! ahh-ha
Verse One:
Fuck them hoes, let 'em bounce
Known for kickin' bitches out, all they wanna do
Is sneak a blunt or two out yo house
Try to help us, with a plan guard yo grill and watch yo back
Bitches known for showin' other nigga's where you kick it at
Might be a hard head, might be a soldier thug
With a bitch got him sick, if he a sucker for love bitch
His nigga's better show him who unified
To get respect you got to play, watch them hoes step aside
Bitch! I'm just like you
Bitch! I smoke weed to
Bitch! I need gee'z so look
Bitch! I don't need you all y'all can suck my
I don't give a fuck! die! now bitch bye!
You blowin' my high!
Chorus:
I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a pussy I fuck myself
See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold
Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz
Now who in the hell came here to stop me
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha
Now who in the hell came to get it started
I'm in the party ballin' with my posse ah-ha-ha
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Verse Two:
Fuck these nigga's who dropped me on my head
When I was younger, I did some wild shit
To make these nigga's wonder
Am I craze, or am I straight sick
Round with these fuckin' lunatic's
You talk shit! You get yo wig split!
If you wanna try me!
You must be ready to die bitch!
I ain't scared to die bitch!
Ya see it's just a hobby!
God gave me time, I was game from my birth
I couldn't let the shit go to waist
I had to put this shit to work
I'm just a ghetto ass nigga!
With the street knowledge I was gave!
You try to play! Run up on this 12-gage!
Hell nah! hit a tree, had to go help him up
You shouldn't have never fucked up!
Now you lookin' fucked up!
Blew his head clean off his shoulder
I was all ready gone, before anybody showed up
Got away clean, like some Jean's when you wash 'em
Trill ass soldier's ain't no way you can stop us Bitch!
Chorus
Verse Three:
I be bustin' nut's on yo baby mama, baby head
Why you be gangster, somebody got 'em keep 'em fed
When I fed to the point where I be bakin' bread
I mean fed to the point where I be servin' head
Now look, that don't mean I'm try'na sound bad and shit
When I stab that trick, you can have the bitch
Grab yo bitch, you need to try to train yo bitch
Tame yo bitch, cuz she be runnin' game ya bitch
Now you all in a nigga grill, lookin' all swole
Picturin' how ya slipped off, trustin' in them hoes
No damn well, that yo Mom taught ya better cuz
A bitch will get'cha killed if ya let her
That's why I love myself, I hug myself an if
I had a pussy I fuck myself
See real ass nigga's don't fold to fold
Hit the mall buyin' clothes I dispose of broadz
Chorus
Verse Four:
Punchin' got a long head
Ballin' keep my artillery
Gangsta so I'm a mission shit
Cap pilla I'm known for spittin' on bitches
Disrespectin' my mind, try'na play me soft and
At the same time bitch, you fuckin' with some ATL soldiers
Smokin' for free, and drinkin' for free nigga hell nah!
First ya got to take yo muthafuckin' draw's off
Cuz real player's bout to lay the law down
You better draw the straw now, you done
Fucked Up'ed Now!
This how we do it in the A-T-L
For them hoes who think they pussy fire ass hell
Got a game for that ass big dick's to match
Don't have time for them hoes, who be try'na act
Ha Do it! get 'em shorty get 'em we ain't playin' with 'em
If you clockin' nigga spit 'em Nigga Spit 'Em!
Stupid ass hoes, be try'na act
But they switch up, bitch up and call ya back
Say what?
Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and bitch up and call ya back
Say what?
Stuipd ass hoes be try'na act
But they switch up, and bitch up and call ya back
And We! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
Nigga! shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off what!
Shake them hoes off! what! shake them hoes off! My nigga
Shake them hoes off
Nigga we ain't got no love for these hoes,
These bitches swtich dick's like outfit's
Hoes, ya need to find another route
Figure that a nigga be thugged out
And we off in the club