Down Heya (In The South)

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

To the two door

Capri, crunk out with the beat

We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab

Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab

If 5 on 2, **** its all good, we ride through the hood

In the Delta 88' with that

Georgia license plate

These ******, don't know

They don't even wanna show no love to a *****, 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, chiefin' on that green

Never snort a lot of coke, stayed down with the home team

Know what

I mean, some ****, have a *****, stressed out

Make him small fast

Bout' 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass

But ya' wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes

Choose on the

Attic Crew, my girl already been chose

These stankin' *****es get your boy caught up in that **** ****

I know they suckin ****, but they thanking the game

I spitI put they ass in a rap and ride out on them hoes

Get wit' my slick part now, then hit the studio

Now see I jumps up, without a doubt

Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out

Through the whirl-wind

I spin, intruders, we break em' in

Atlanta Georgia, we comin' for ya' with 50 men

In sets of 10, no sippin' gin, we steppin' in its the

Attic Crew

No flaw within, we them

Youngbloodz wit' plenty kin

No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins

We after you, so what you do is count to three then click your shoes

Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low

Straight, toe to toe, 'cause

J-Bo is who

I be, won't **** with you

Don't **** with me, so can't you see through the enemies

Where be all you can ****in' be, stay sucker free

But first get some nuts before you **** around and bite the dust

Now ***** what, so what you got now if you ride out on them cruts,

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

To the two door

Capri, crunk out with the beat

We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab

Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab

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

To the two door

Capri, crunk out with the beat

We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab

Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab

A day late and a dolla' short on the cat walk, windin'

Tryin' to get meat, 22 tryin' to see 23,

Shawty, three

U double T's

What it ain't gonna be, what it is over years

I been scratchin'

And scrapin' still ain't came up with nothin'

Let everybody get they time to shine still waitin' on mine

In the meantime tryin' to find a loophole

God knows where the next one, for dead

Got bust in the neck, ***** cryin', but the grind don't stop

Like time don't stop, like a ***** who drop

Casket, cover it up and ride out, ain't got nothin' to be smilin' bout'

Only bit fake chasers,

I'm tryin' to waste

Gotta keep on stackin', gotta keep on packin', slackin' gonna get me

Hemmed up, posted up in the store with the blow, don't show no flow

As long as though, see hit the gas flow

Gotta play it smart, gotta take it to the heart

****in' around, gonna get you ****ed up, 4:30, the hill, law gone

Always underestimated, great don't gives a ****, don't make mistakes

Shake em' off gonna get it crunk before this thang get too late

Hold up, wait, my homeboys straight

Don't make me go upside your head

Drag your ass across the club, heard what

I ****in' said

We ain't scared, prepared to take this thang to the streets

Caprice and

Fleetwood ride good

Vouges with the beat

You might not understand a damn thang that

I speakI'm slizzard as hell, might stomp your punk ass to sleep

And when this thang get crunk,

I pack it up and take it to the lab

Hit that gentlemens club and grab a couple of hoes off on the ass

Laugh if you will, thank its funny but it ain't what the **** 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 four door

Who got the leather, who got the cloth, who got the

VouguesWith all the hoes, who got the gold, who got that grain

Who got the green, who got the chains, who got the *****

I got the

Fleetwood, girls most likely to complain

See somethings can't be explained, how we really do this man

Hit the lab, make it talk, now you here me once again

Have you jumpin' and shakin', like you off in that blue flame

Whats really going on holmes, can you please tell me man

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

To the two door

Capri, crunk out with the beat

We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab

Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab

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

To the two door

Capri, crunk out with the beat

We shakin' hoes off, cut em' up like a slab

Then hit the studio and take it back to the lab