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And thats how we keep it crunk, from the 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, its all good, we ride through the hood
In the Delta 88' with Georgia license plate These 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 you know your foe, chiefin' on that green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed with the home team
Know what I mean, some shit, have a nigga, out
Make him small

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 already been chose
These stankin' get your boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin dick, but they thanking the I spit

I put they ass in a rap and out on them hoes
Get wit' my slick 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 comin' for ya' 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we in its the Attic Crew
No flaw within, we Youngbloodz wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no

We after you, so what you do is count to then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to hoe, down on the low
Straight, toe to toe, J-Bo is who I be, won't fuck with you
Don't fuck with me, so 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, 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 take it 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 studio and take it to the lab

A day and a dolla' 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 been
And scrapin' ain't came up with nothin'

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

time don't stop, like a nigga who drop
Casket, cover it up and out, ain't got nothin' to be smilin' bout'
Only bit fake chasers, I'm to waste
keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin', slackin' gonna get me

Hemmed up, posted up in the store with the blow, show no flow
As long as though, see hit the gas
play it smart, gotta take it to the heart
Fuckin' around, gonna get you fucked up, 4:30, the hill, law

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

We ain't scared, prepared to take thang 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 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 the fuck you gonna do When they hit you, stick you for your bank

From the freeze-tag to the Fleetwoods, from the two door to the 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, 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 really on holmes, can you please tell me man

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

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 a slab
Then hit the studio and take it to the lab