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And thats how we keep it crunk, from the to the streets
To the two door Capri, out with 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, shit its all good, we ride through the
In the 88' with that Georgia license plate These niggas, don't know
They don't even 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, chiefin' on green
snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know I mean, some shit, have a nigga, stressed out
him small fast

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

I put ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes
Get wit' my slick now, then hit the studio
Now see I up, without a doubt
Not a being asked 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 steppin' in its the Attic
No flaw within, we them Youngbloodz wit' kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no

We after you, so what you do is to three then click your shoes
Then out the door, back to 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 you see through the enemies

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

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

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the
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

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

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

Like time 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 keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin', gonna get me

Hemmed up, posted up in the store with the blow, don't show no
As as though, see hit the gas flow
play it smart, gotta take it to the heart
Fuckin' around, get you fucked up, 4:30, the hill, law gone

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

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

And when thang 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
if you will, thank its funny but it ain't what 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, 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 again
Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue
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, out with the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a
Then hit the studio and it back to the lab

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