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

If 5 on 2, its all good, we ride through the hood
In the Delta 88' with that license plate These niggas, don't know
They even 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 like you know your foe, on that green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home
what I mean, some shit, have a nigga, stressed out
Make him small

Bout' 175 will quit to open cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these
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 the game 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, a doubt
Not a question being 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 sippin' gin, we in its the Attic Crew
No within, we them Youngbloodz wit' plenty kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no

We after you, so what you do is count to three then click 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
fuck with me, so can't you see through the enemies

Where be all you can fuckin' be, sucker free
But first get some nuts before you around and bite the dust
Now nigga what, so 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, crunk out the beat
We hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
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, crunk out 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 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 been
And scrapin' still ain't up with nothin'

Let everybody get they time to shine still waitin' on
In the tryin' to find 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 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 with 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, gonna get you fucked up, 4:30, the hill, law

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

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

And when this thang get crunk, I it up and take it to the lab
Hit gentlemens club 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
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, girls likely to complain

See somethings can't be explained, how we really do man
Hit the lab, make it talk, now you me once again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', you off in that 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 Capri, crunk out with the beat
We hoes off, cut em' up like a slab
Then hit the studio and it back to the lab

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