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And how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out the beat
We hoes 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' with that Georgia license plate These niggas, 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 you know your foe, chiefin' on that green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down the home team
Know what I mean, some shit, a nigga, stressed out
Make him small

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 Attic Crew, my girl 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 ride out on hoes
Get my slick part now, then 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 gin, we steppin' in its the Attic Crew
No flaw within, we them Youngbloodz wit' kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no

We after you, so what you do is count to then 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, won't with you
Don't fuck with me, so can't you see the enemies

Where be all you can be, stay sucker free
But get some nuts 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 it crunk, from 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 how we keep 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 and take 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 scratchin'
And scrapin' still ain't came up with

Let everybody get they time to still waitin' on mine
In the meantime to find 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, like a nigga who
Casket, cover it up and out, ain't got nothin' to be smilin' bout'
Only bit chasers, I'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin', slackin' get me

Hemmed up, posted up in the store the blow, don't show no flow
As long as though, see hit the gas
Gotta it smart, gotta 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, don't mistakes
Shake em' off gonna get it crunk this thang get too late
Hold up, wait, my straight
make me go upside your head
Drag your ass the club, heard what I fuckin' said

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

And when this thang get crunk, I 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 funny but it ain't what the fuck you gonna do When hit you, stick you for your bank

From the freeze-tag to the Fleetwoods, the two door to the four door
Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the
all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that 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 here me again
you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue flame
Whats really on holmes, can you please tell me man

And thats how we keep it crunk, 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

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