Gette’m Crunk

Lyrics

[Intro] Ah yeah, y'all know what time it is Tear the club up boys back up in this motherfucker Y'all know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the motherfuckin' '97' Biiootch Y'all can't handle this motherfuckin' shit It's on for the '97 motherfucker Nine nickel in two pennies Ain't no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch We finna do this motherfuckin' shit like thiis... [Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca] I ain't rollin' Ox and Vogues, chrome and gold I'm lookin' for Bustin' through them club doors with the skimask on you funky hoes Woodgrain Chevy thangs, Buicks with them boomerangs 'Burban with that fresh paint gleemin' with that clear mane I ain't playin', I'm insane, gon' get you with that killin' Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in your lexus Stress me if you wanna, gonna follow around the corner Then I holler at ya woman, turn the volume way up on ya Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk Tryin' to get his ass hurt, I'm in them curbs and them speed bumps Thump, thump, thump, finna get him, can you feel me Three from my pump, finna blast him and I mean it Itchin' for a killin' nigga for a killin' mon Didn't want to hit 'em but that bitch kept playin' with mine As I tried to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low So I kicked him in my trunk before he got to the door [Hook (x2)] We gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk If you ain't crunk or buck, what you gotta get the fuck One fool got himself hot and got the fuck off the floor But I smoked his ass before he got to the door [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till Lord Infamous kick in the door So just elbow your way through the crowd Stomp your feet on the floor, just get ultra like buck in this ho Bitches get (?) weak asses out Cause it's going down right about now Tearin' and riot (?) cause chaos Cause we comin' straight outta the rowdy ass south Crank up this bitch till it shake like a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the scale Name was the Triple 6, end of the world we can enter this bitch (?) raise plenty hell Next time we gonna fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out So people (...?...) like the war has started, the world's gonna end fuckin' now [Verse 3: Juicy J] I'm takin' care of my motherfuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch Nigga's claimin' killa all the time but ain't did shit Flodgin' round town, talkin' about what they gonna do Knowin' if they step up to this pimpin' it's a murder fool Never try to dodge a nigga cause I let my nuts hang Strapped with the Smith and Wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the pain Bring the game, nigga we gone get it on Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the early morn' [Hook (x2)] We gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk If you ain't crunk or buck, what you gotta get the fuck One fool got himself hot and got the fuck off the floor But I smoked his ass before he got to the door [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that crystal While my nigga Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown Baby come and get it crunk What's up, what you scared or somethin' Loddy, doddy party fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin' Fuck the fuckin police bitch, they can't fade the Triple Six Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this shit We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real Always smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, Big Baby [Verse 5: DJ Paul] Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this ho Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty more Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies My words clearly, tom's in so you can hear me You know the loco break the law but that was '95 Mystic Styles worldwide hoes realize Chris got the mossberg but they ain't dead yet The Three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk