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And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the
To the two door Capri, crunk out the beat
We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up 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 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, on that green
Never snort a lot of coke, stayed with the home team
Know I mean, some shit, have a nigga, stressed out
Make him fast

Bout' 175 will quit to open cannon and woop your ass
But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time these hoes
Choose on the Attic Crew, my girl already 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 ride out on them
Get my slick part 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 for ya' with 50 men
In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in its the Attic
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 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, won't with you
Don't fuck me, so can't you see through the enemies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And when this thang get crunk, I pack it up and 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 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
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 most 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 blue flame
Whats really on holmes, can you please tell me man

And thats how we keep it crunk, from the 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 it back to the lab

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