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And thats how we it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the
We hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and take it to the lab

If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the
In the 88' with that Georgia license plate These niggas, don't know
They don't even wanna show no love to a nigga, like me, so I just stay On the grind, stay down for mine to get mine in daily

Holla' at me like you know your foe, on that green
snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what I mean, shit, have a nigga, stressed out
him small fast

Bout' 175 will quit to that cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these
on the Attic Crew, my girl already been chose
These stankin' get your boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but they the game I spit

I put they ass in a rap and out on them hoes
Get wit' my slick part now, then hit the
Now see I up, without a doubt
Not a being asked as you dash, with no way out

the whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we break em' in
Atlanta Georgia, we for ya' with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we in its the Attic Crew
No within, we them Youngbloodz wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no

We after you, so what you do is count to then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, on the low
Straight, toe to toe, 'cause is who I be, won't fuck with you
Don't fuck with me, so can't you see the enemies

Where be all you can be, stay sucker free
But first get some before you fuck around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so what you got now if you ride out on cruts, Hook

And thats how we keep it crunk, the club to the streets
To the two Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a
Then hit the and take it back to the lab

And thats how we it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up a slab
hit the studio and take it back to the lab

A day late and a dolla' short on the cat walk,
Tryin' to get meat, 22 tryin' to see 23, Shawty, U double T's
What it ain't gonna be, what it is over years I scratchin'
And scrapin' still came up with nothin'

Let everybody get time to shine still waitin' on mine
In the meantime tryin' to a loophole
God knows the next one, for dead
Got in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind don't stop

time don't stop, like a nigga who drop
Casket, it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smilin' bout'
bit fake chasers, I'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin', gonna get me

Hemmed up, posted up in the store with the blow, don't no flow
As long as though, see hit the gas
Gotta play it smart, take it to the heart
Fuckin' around, get you fucked up, 4:30, the hill, law gone

Always underestimated, great don't gives a fuck, make mistakes
Shake em' off get it crunk before this thang get too late
Hold up, wait, my straight
Don't make me go upside your
Drag your ass across the club, what I fuckin' said

We scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets
Caprice and Fleetwood ride Vouges with the beat
You not understand a damn thang that I speak
I'm as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep

And when this get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank its but it ain't what the fuck you gonna do When they hit you, stick you for your bank

From the freeze-tag to the Fleetwoods, from the two door to the four
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the
With all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the
I got the Fleetwood, most likely to complain

See can't be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, it talk, now you here me once again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you tell me man

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the
We shakin' off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the and take it back to the lab

And thats how we keep it crunk, the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the
We shakin' off, cut em' up like a slab
hit the studio and take it back to the lab