Get Crunk

Once again up in that south from my mother******g mouthand creeping up on y'all *************s like a mother******g mouse

Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens

And *************tting on you busters like

I ate some bake beans

Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits

We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks

Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunkand keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk[Chorus:]

What, What [in background]

Now drop dem bozs' on 'em [repeat 16X]

************* bozs' bout to turn out the show

Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming

GA hoeFlipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round

It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line

Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes

All these *************s what they made us from dem' boz and craters

While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop

Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop

Southside just reckless, from

GA to Texas

And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus

But it seem like the bigger

I be, mo' figures

I seeThe mo' hating *************s try me

Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me

Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me

From a place called

T-town be down in the south

Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth

And dump dump if ya' jump jump

The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pumpthrough yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like

BeakerAll the people out there hype as hell,

I guess it

Lil' Peter

From T-town to

Atlanta all the way to

Savannah to

AlabamaI be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner

I can't stand a weak buster

For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes

Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz[Chorus]

I can't afford bigger, how ya' figga'that you gone stop me from stacking six figures

Now you hating on me, because my game so tight

And could you be mad because

I ****** ya' wife

Well it's true, that's the price ************* check that hoe

I'm from the

ATL player, wear that reckland ro'

So stop talking all that *************t, and trying to buck

I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' ****** up, now what's up

Now ladies are you tired of trick ******* in yo' mix

Acting like they want, to lick on yo' *************t

Critizing, everything that you doand telling ya' who, and who not to screw

Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and *************t

They go around sucking on every **** boys *************

Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes

You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'[Chorus]

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall

And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all

Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking

Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking

You got cha' cup filled up, ya' *************s is crunk

Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from

I'm from the

GA baby, where freaks is shady

Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily

When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes

And proceed to rock, from the front to the backwith the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack

Tear da' roof off the club, show you *************s some loveand fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs

Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'the beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on droppingfor my thugs[Chorus]

Now right now

I want all my hard *************s to follow me, follow me[Bridge:] what[until fade]

That's how these mother*******s die, they with the *************t talk[repeat 7X]