Crunk Music
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Yeah ay, dip-set bitch, come on
Black-out, let's do it
Dip, dip-set
Dip, dip, dip, dip-s
Dip, dip, dip, dip-s
Dip, dip, dip, dip
Now this here is that bomb diggy
(Diggy)
Diggy dang, the dons with me
Killa, he'll a nigga you thinkin' harming me
Capo's corrupted, he's wrong vato to fuck wit
(Yop, yop)
Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public
And me, Human Crack in the flesh
(Flesh)
I'm the last of the best
(Best)
One word to describe me, spectacular, yes
(What)
So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40
(.40)
I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi
So don't fool with the click
(Ay)
Don't fool with the Dips
(Ay)
You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit
(Ay)
When that gun with the clip in
(What)
Start dumpin' and rippin'
(Yop)
At y'all head, y'all some dead summamabitches
(Ay)
You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum
(Ay)
I give a chick a hard brick and bubble, yum
(Ay)
Like here, take that, shake that, break that
(Ay)
In half and please bring my cake back
You know what the movements like
You know how movin', right
Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
Hot like steaks, .45 on waist
You know what the movements like
You know how movin', right
Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
Hot like steaks, .45 on waist
This is that bang, bang, bang
To my hooligan, gang
While you movin' them thangs
And ya toolies go blast
(Silence)
Call me Ricochet Rabbit
'Cause I click and spray matics
And my niggaz straight savage
(Gunnies)
Penelope pump let off six whole rounds
(Boom)
'Fore one shell hit the ground
(Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
In the hood he known as a Capo
To the goons and the heights it's all tato
(Tato)
Ain't gotta know me some vato
In the heights to move on some pato
(Demelo)
Okay muchacho, they told me that you got it tato
(Meda)
I know movin' someone know we usually gone pop you
(Te matan)
This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double M
If it's crime let's have fun, let's have fun, let's have fun
This that o trizzy 1, triple O, whoa, whoa
If you scared get ya gun
(Get ya gun, get ya gun)
This that up top crunk
When the truck stop, dump
This where the bucks stop chump
(Dump, dump, dump)
You know what the movements like
You know how me movin', right
Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
Hot like steaks, .45 on waist
That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do
(What's this?)
This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who
Gats in the truck
Platt, platt, pass to a duck
I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the fuck
(You owe me money, motherfucker)
Y'all reppin' that 5 still
I'm reppin' that 5 mill
Never land, thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill
(So what)
Let's style a bit, Italian shit, dollar 5000 spent
Show you how to get that powder shit
Filed the fifth, jet out of it
My proud of what is yo' turn, Jim so burned
Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm
(Dollar 50,000)
And I keep heat, 'cause in these streets
(What you hear?)
Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep
(That's the cops)
And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva
(A few of 'em)
And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever
(Nose candy)
So tell Lucccaay
(What)
That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he
(Who am I?)
I'm the 1 the rep the set
Left to left, death to death
You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched
Killa
You know what the movements like
You know how we movin', right
Move, cause we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
Hot like steaks, .45 on waist
You know what the movements like
You know how we movin', right
Move, cause we in the mood to fight
This is that get crunk move bitch
Get drunk stupid
Hot like steaks, .45 on waist
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