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And thats how we it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, 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, shit its all good, we ride the hood
In the Delta 88' with that Georgia license 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, chiefin' on green
Never a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what I mean, some shit, a nigga, stressed out
Make him small

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

I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them
Get wit' my slick part now, then hit the
Now see I jumps up, without a
Not a question being asked as you dash, 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 steppin' in its the Attic
No flaw within, we 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, to your hoe, down on the low
Straight, toe to toe, 'cause J-Bo is who I be, fuck with you
Don't fuck me, so can't you see through the enemies

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

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

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the
To the two Capri, crunk out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a
Then hit the studio and 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, it is over years I been scratchin'
And scrapin' still ain't up with nothin'

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

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

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

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

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

And when this get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club and grab a couple of 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 grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the
I got the Fleetwood, girls likely to complain

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

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
Then hit the studio and it back to the lab

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