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And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the
To the two door Capri, crunk out the beat
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 Delta 88' with that Georgia license plate 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 that
snort a lot of coke, stayed down with 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 face on the one-time while hoes
Choose on the Attic Crew, my already been chose
These stankin' bitches get your boy caught up in fuck shit
I know they dick, but they thanking the game I spit

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

Through the I spin, intruders, we break em' in
Georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in its the Attic
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 then click your shoes
out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low
Straight, toe to toe, 'cause is who I be, won't fuck with you
fuck with me, so can't you see through the enemies

Where be all you can fuckin' be, sucker free
But first get 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 keep it crunk, the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, out with the beat
We hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
hit the studio and take 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 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'
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 been
And scrapin' still came up with nothin'

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

Like time stop, like a nigga who drop
Casket, cover it up and ride out, got nothin' to be smilin' bout'
bit fake chasers, I'm tryin' to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta on packin', slackin' gonna 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, gotta it to the heart
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 this thang get too
Hold up, wait, my straight
Don't me go upside your head
Drag your ass across the club, what I fuckin' said

We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the
Caprice and ride good Vouges with the beat
You might not understand a damn thang that I
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 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, the two door 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 that
Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the
I got the Fleetwood, girls most likely to

See somethings be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', 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, crunk out with the
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up 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 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