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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 shakin' off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, its all good, we ride through the hood
In the Delta 88' that Georgia license plate These niggas, don't know
They don't even wanna show no to a nigga, like me, so I just stay On the grind, stay down for mine tryin' to get mine in daily

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

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

I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them
Get my slick part now, then hit the studio
Now see I up, without a doubt
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 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, fuck with you
Don't fuck with me, so can't you see through the

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

And thats how we it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door Capri, out with 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 it crunk, from the club 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

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

Let everybody get they to shine still waitin' on mine
In the tryin' to find a loophole
God knows where the one, for dead
Got bust in the neck, nigga cryin', but the don't stop

time don't stop, like a nigga who drop
Casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smilin'
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 store 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

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

We ain't scared, to take this thang to the streets
Caprice and Fleetwood ride good Vouges with the
You might not a damn thang that I speak
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 the fuck you gonna do When they hit you, stick you for your bank

the freeze-tag 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 somethings can't be explained, how we do this man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once
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, from the club to the
To the two door Capri, out with 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 door Capri, crunk out the beat
We shakin' off, cut em' up like a slab
hit the studio and take it back to the lab