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And thats how we 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 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 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 mine tryin' to get in daily

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

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

I put they ass in a rap and out on them hoes
Get wit' my slick part now, then hit the
Now see I jumps up, without a
Not a question 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 wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no

We after you, so what you do is count to three 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 be, stay sucker free
But first get nuts before 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, the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a
hit the studio 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 hoes 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 tryin' to see 23, Shawty, U double T's
What it ain't gonna be, what it is over years I scratchin'
And scrapin' still ain't up with nothin'

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

Like don't stop, like a nigga who drop
Casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be bout'
bit fake chasers, I'm tryin' to waste
Gotta 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 long as though, see hit the gas
Gotta play it smart, gotta it to the heart
Fuckin' around, gonna get you fucked up, 4:30, the hill, law

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 your head
Drag your ass across the club, heard I fuckin' said

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

And this thang get crunk, I pack it up and take it to the lab
Hit that gentlemens club and a couple of hoes off on the ass
Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain't what the fuck you do When they hit you, stick you for your bank

From the to the Fleetwoods, from 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, most likely to complain

See can't 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 going on holmes, can you please tell me man

And how we keep 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 and take it back to the lab

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