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

If 5 on 2, its all good, we ride through the hood
In the Delta 88' 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
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down the home team
Know what I mean, some shit, have a nigga, out
Make him fast

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

I put they ass in a rap and ride out on hoes
Get wit' my slick part now, then hit the
Now see I jumps up, a doubt
Not a question asked as you dash, with no way out

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

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

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

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

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

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

Let everybody get they to shine still waitin' on mine
In the meantime tryin' to find a
God knows where the next one, for
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'
Only bit fake chasers, I'm tryin' to
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin', slackin' get me

up, posted up in the store with the blow, don't show no flow
As as though, see hit the gas flow
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 head
your ass across the club, heard what I fuckin' said

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

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

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

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

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

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