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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 it back 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, don't
They don't even wanna show no love to a nigga, like me, so I just stay On the grind, stay for mine tryin' to get mine in daily

Holla' at me like you know foe, chiefin' on that green
snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what I mean, some shit, have a nigga, out
him small fast

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

I put they ass in a rap and ride out on hoes
Get wit' my part now, then hit the studio
Now see I jumps up, without a
Not a question asked as you dash, with 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 gin, we steppin' in its the Attic Crew
No flaw within, we them wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no

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

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

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

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

Like don't stop, like a nigga who drop
Casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got to be smilin' bout'
Only bit fake chasers, I'm tryin' to
Gotta keep on stackin', keep 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
around, gonna get you fucked up, 4:30, the hill, law gone

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

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

And when this thang get crunk, I 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 When they hit you, stick you for 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 be explained, how we really do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once
Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue
Whats really on holmes, can you please tell me man

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