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And thats how we keep it crunk, from the to the streets
To the two door Capri, crunk out with the
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 through the hood
In the Delta 88' with Georgia license plate These niggas, don't know
They don't wanna show no love to a nigga, like me, so I just stay On the grind, stay down for mine tryin' to get mine in daily

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

Bout' 175 quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these
Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl been chose
These stankin' get your boy caught up in that fuck 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, hit the studio
Now see I up, without a doubt
Not a question being as you dash, with no way out

Through the whirl-wind I spin, intruders, we em' in
Atlanta Georgia, we for ya' with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in its the 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 three then click your
Then out the door, to your hoe, down on the low
Straight, toe to toe, J-Bo is who I be, won't fuck with you
Don't with me, so can't you see through the enemies

be all you can fuckin' be, stay sucker free
But first get some nuts before you fuck around and the dust
Now what, so what you got now if you ride 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
Then hit the studio and it back 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' hoes off, cut em' up a slab
Then hit the studio and 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 be, what it is over years I been scratchin'
And still 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 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'
Only bit fake chasers, I'm to waste
Gotta keep on stackin', gotta 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, take 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 gonna get it before this thang get too late
Hold up, wait, my homeboys
Don't make me go your head
Drag your ass the club, heard what I fuckin' said

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

And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and 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 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 likely to complain

See somethings can't be explained, how we really do man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once
Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in blue flame
Whats really going on holmes, can you 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 door Capri, crunk out with the
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a
hit the studio and take it back to the lab