Gette'm Crunk

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...

[koopsta knicca]

I ain't rollin' oxy fours, come and go i'm lookin' for

Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes

Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...) boomerangs

Burbon with that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, i ain't playin'

I'm insane gone get you with that killin'

Murder, death, kill now i'm flexin' in your lexus

Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner

Then i holler at your women, turn the fire (.....?.....)

Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk

Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps

Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel me

Three for my pump, in the destine in the meanin'

Itchin' for a killin' nigga for i kill a man

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

Killin' his ass before he got to the door

Chorus 2x

[lord infamous]

Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till lord infamous kick in the door

So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor

So get ultra and buck in this hoe

Bitches get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now

Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' straight from the rowdy ass south

Crank up this bitch, 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 (...?...)

Next time we gonna fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out

So people (...?...) like the war started and ended now

[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 you gonna do

Knowin' if you step up to this pimpin' it's a murder fool

Never try to dodge a nigga cause i let my nuts hangs, 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'

Chorus 2x

[gangsta boo]

Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that chris style

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, you 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

[dj paul]

Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe

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