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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 like a
Then hit the and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride the hood
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 tryin' to get mine in daily

Holla' at me like you know your foe, on that green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed with the home team
Know what I mean, some shit, have a nigga, out
him small fast

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

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

Through the 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 Crew
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 three then 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 through the

Where be all you can be, stay sucker 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 like a
Then hit the and take it back to the lab

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

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

Let get they time to shine still waitin' on mine
In the meantime tryin' to find a
God knows where the one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the grind stop

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

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

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

We ain't scared, prepared to take this 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 this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that club 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 grain
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the
I got the Fleetwood, girls most likely to

See somethings can't be explained, how we really do man
Hit the lab, it talk, now you here me once again
Have you and shakin', like you off in that 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, out with the beat
We hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and it back to the lab

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