Lyrics

[Intro: The Mudd Katz] Sound pretty good dude A-Town, G-A Come on Come on [Chorus: The Mudd Katz] Aye, it don't matter if y'all don't We gon' cranky up Tear the doors of the club cuz We gon' cranky up Man he gon' make me stanky up 'Cause he think he tough Y'all better backy up 'Fore we get to actin' up It don't matter if y'all don't We gon' cranky up Tear the doors of the club cuz We gon' cranky up Man he gon' make me stanky up 'Cause he think he tough Y'all better backy up 'Fore we get to actin' up [Verse 1: Dirty Ken] A real dirt doin' desperado I'm slick and quick on the draw A damn dog with your crib on my wrist and my paw A Cadillacer, might be your baby mama favorite rapper Dirty Ken on 20s and sittin' on pig skin You like the coat I got on my Cutlass? You'll love the Benz Damn, what you know about them Impalas runnin' with twin cams Think it done shut off, that's how the motor sound, dog We ain't finna put off, hose it then pull off That's mob style, I like them girls that do it dog style That's a broad doing my dogs in the Jag with frog eye These niggas got a lotta bud, they must be fall guys Do they hate the fact that we got cash? Or hate that I rise? I don't know but it the way it goes, I'mma let 'em fly Man I get my dope cheap so I can sell my O for 5 dog We ballin' now I know that But for sure it wasn't easy Even my ring is a Rolex, that New South of the heezy [Chorus: The Mudd Katz] Aye, it don't matter if y'all don't We gon' cranky up Tear the doors of the club cuz We gon' cranky up Man he gon' make me stanky up 'Cause he think he tough Y'all better backy up 'Fore we get to actin' up It don't matter if y'all don't We gon' cranky up Tear the doors of the club cuz We gon' cranky up Man he gon' make me stanky up 'Cause he think he tough Y'all better backy up 'Fore we get to actin' up [Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx] Oh oh oh, ah Man will somebody please tell these fresh fish That my skin's what it is, I ain't finna shed this Bubba K yes it's he on that Harley D-avidson Watch it run We the shit, aren't we? I came for the rubles and the noodles and your dignity Why you actin' fidgety What you thought them kids you seen On the TV screen wit' me was all a country boy myth That's the very booty chatter that I get annoyed with But y'all gon' learn sure as fall gon' turn to winter Them pretenders they all gon' burn But I'll forever hit the club white boy fresh Blow whatever loot I got and die coinless Body bang a shot Body lames a twat And if it's hatin' circulatin' then that thang'll pop And I want you layin' stiff, wiggling ain't enough Call your momma, tell your daddy, buddy we gon' cranky up [Chorus: The Mudd Katz] Aye, it don't matter if y'all don't We gon' cranky up Tear the doors of the club cuz We gon' cranky up Man he gon' make me stanky up 'Cause he think he tough Y'all better backy up 'Fore we get to actin' up It don't matter if y'all don't We gon' cranky up Tear the doors of the club cuz We gon' cranky up Man he gon' make me stanky up 'Cause he think he tough Y'all better backy up 'Fore we get to actin' up [Verse 3: Additude] Uh, yo, cap 'em, I'm 'bout that action That mob shit and paper stackin' Click clackin' the straps back when a nigga's actin' I'm a rap assassin Herb smokes that's my fashion When I'm mashin' I hit yo block like I'm crashin' I'm hotter than lava I sip my Crown out the bottle Get your lil' crow out a problem And if she gon' blow she gon' swallow But I won't show her no dollars Hold her a bottle to holler Tomorrow she get nathan Nothin' but the the dick that I spot her I got a white '87 Monte Carlo with banners It's clean, last seen parked with your hoe in the alley I be collar poppin' I might just go and blow a night in Vegas Dollar droppin' bitches, jockin' Stoppin' at the table I give them bitches long pop Strong as Patron shots If I don't cranky up I'mma be gone when the song stop You ain't bouncin' you must be a hater or a crippled dude I'm sick of fools hatin' when they know they can't be shit to 'Tude [Chorus: The Mudd Katz] Aye, it don't matter if y'all don't We gon' cranky up Tear the doors of the club cuz We gon' cranky up Man he gon' make me stanky up 'Cause he think he tough Y'all better backy up 'Fore we get to actin' up It don't matter if y'all don't We gon' cranky up Tear the doors of the club cuz We gon' cranky up Man he gon' make me stanky up 'Cause he think he tough Y'all better backy up 'Fore we get to actin' up