Let’s Get It Crunk

Lyrics

[Intro: C-Bone. & Lil Cheezy] Yeah, yah Back up in this bitch For the ninety motherfuckin' six Ninety-six on these hoes (Yeah, ho) E.L.G. in this bitch Back in this biatch With your FN, layin' your funky tracks on y'all hoes Know what I'm sayin' Steve A No doubt, for about this shit like this [Verse 1: C-Bone] Niggas best beware of that motherfuckin' villain It's time to buckle up, so prepare for the killin' Livin' in this world of madness, you don't know the feelin' It's time to grab my Glock and make a rocket for the million Creepin' on your ass, with that mask, what you wanna do? Boom is that sound, shootin' rounds now on top of you All my road dogs down smokin' pounds, it's that nigga who Don't give a fuck, test your nuts, catch a slug, fool Nigga with the mind full of crime, don't be guessin' If you fail to see him, then a bullet you'll be catchin' Always packin' a weapon, so keep steppin', don't let it happen You know they talkin' shit, just my lyrics start to cappin' C-Bone is in the house and it's no doubt, I'm finna sew shit up As I take shit over, walk right over, then I fold you up Pass the sack and drink the Yak, and let my niggas roll it up Now we gettin' smoked out, now my Locs get loced out Scopin' out the victim for the stang Mane, you know I'm still up in this bitch Niggas from down South, we so gap with this gangster shit Nigga, best believe it's about that cheese and then I'll rob you, trick Grippin' on my Glock, pop, pop, pop, nigga, that's my shit, I'm slick Raise up off these players nuts, shank you, I don't give a fuck Nigga, we can slang, throw them thangs, what the fuck is up? Rockin' the fuckin' microphone, that nigga straight from Tennessee Psychopathic, schizophrenic, bitches cannot fuck with me Trizzick on my dizzick, ho, stop swingin' on my fuckin' nuts Keep on talkin' shit, I just might stick you in your fuckin' guts Niggas shankin', now I think it's time to blaze that B-U-D Now I'm high, really high, a hustler in reality Enter the asylum of a motherfuckin' lunatic Introduce you to my tone, let's get into some gangster shit Nigga with the mind full of crime, I'm about to click Shots out to you player haters 'til you give me somethin', nig Back up off my dick because you know, you cannot fuck with this Leave your body burnin' in a motherfuckin' crucifix [Interlude: Lil Cheezy & C-Bone] Yeah, like we said before, we still up in this bitch Yeah, this shit don't stop, you know what I'm sayin' [Verse 2: Lil Cheezy] Up early in the mornin', rollin', tokin' swisher blunts Thinkin' to myself, how can I get this junt crunk? Light up another blunt, now I'm feelin' super straight Player hatin' bitch type niggas, who I really hate So I had to meditate, just to keep my mind right If I don't, it's gonna be a killin' after midnight Pimp type lyricist, buster can't fade this Leave your body in a grave, talkin' all that weak shit Come and get your wig split, but you ain't 'Cause you can't step to a psycho, thought I let you know Once before we let the bullets flow Got the rap game sewed up, hold the Stick up, now it's time to click up Bang, bang, shoot 'em up Bloodied up your fuckin' guts Trick, I thought I told you, don't you ever try to test my nuts Creepin' through the front door, slowly, like a fuckin' sniper Hyper, than a motherfuckin' fired piper Silence, violence, is all that I think about One, two, three, four punks that you read about It be Lil' Cheezy in the back, that nigga with that three eight Gat Keeps that motherfucker packed, just in case these niggas act Like they wanna hustler hate, I'm tryna feed my fuckin' kids I'll be damned if they don't eat Try to take what's mine, you trick Any end will have to take to split a punk-ass nigga's dome Pop a hater with my chrome, take off my mask so I could be known I don't give a fuck, got shit to lose, I just go buck You feel the ooze, ain't had enough, now catch the blues My shit is rough, you knew the rules Before you stepped to a pimp type niggaro And I ain't scared, to go toe to toe, to let these bitch-ass niggas know It's gon' take a murder case to put these tricks up in they place Lock you in my Chevy, will bump for E.L.G., keep chiefin' skunk Players get your fuckin' Gat, 'cause you know the robber's back It's so black out for these punks, 'cause Little Cheezy gettin' it crunk [Verse 4: Playa Fly] Everlastin' gangster player bound to reach the fuckin' top S.P.V. is backin' me, bustin' wide player lock Niggas down from Jackson bumpin' tracks and keep us taxin', ho Blinded by their whiteness, got you frightened on that goodie dope Dirty Dudd and Gangsta stayin' rizzaw and inflictin' pain Player from the shower, full of powder, coca fuckin' caine Gettin' it crunk and get the drank, full of funk, roast a bitch Down to make a dollar, don't you holler, buster, follow this S.P.L. is super thick, clickin' quickly, fulla blunts Now that Playa's on the scene, tell me, did Fly get it crunk?