Generic Crunk Rap - Lyrics - The Graduate - Mc Lars

Title: Generic Crunk Rap
Album: The Graduate
Artist: Mc Lars
Composer(s): Patrick Mccombs, Andrew Nielsen

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Lyric:
Lars, you're on in ten minutes, you ready?
I guess but I still gotta write some lyrics
Aiight, just remember, it's crunk night
In that case, I guess it won't be a problem

This popular sub genre is brought to you by materialism
We'd like to thank Bentley, Alize champagne and Sean John clothing
We'd like to thank the record industry for
Marketing hip hop stereotypes to 12 year olds
And a pop culture that unquestioningly consumes
Vapid, superficial entertainment

Phrase about my gun, rhyme about my loot
Phrase about these haters, I sometimes have to shoot
To rhyme about my clothes, props to my hometown
Lyrics that say nothing 'cause that's how we get down

Phrase about my click, don't step to me punk
Gratuitous rhyme about keeping it crunk
Big ups to our genre, we do it our own way
It's just too bad our songs don't have anything to say

Generic crunk rap, generic crunk rap
Generic crunk rap, we don't mess around
Generic crunk rap, generic crunk rap
Generic crunk rap, you like our dirty sound

Buy cars, get crunk, take shots, get crunk
Have sex, get crunk, spend money, get crunk
Buy cars, get crunk, take shots, get crunk
Have sex, get crunk, spend money, get crunk

Phrase about my car, Volvo, rhyme about my crew
Rap about how much more crunk I am than you
Rhyme about my rims, rhyme about my bling
Chorus where I scream 'cause I don't know how to sing

Rhyme supporting guns and also drinking 40's
Misogynist rhyme about banging lots of shorties
Rhyme about my doe and then some made up lyrics
Get off the gas you swinger, check the deuce, yo, sabiirit

Generic crunk rap, generic crunk rap
Generic crunk rap, we don't mess around
Generic crunk rap, generic crunk rap
Generic crunk rap, you like our dirty sound

Buy clothes, get crunk, Hennessey, get crunk
Escalades, get crunk, spend money, get crunk
Buy cars, get crunk, take shots, get crunk
Have sex, get crunk, spend money, get crunk

Grandmaster flash, I'm sorry but we're killing hip hop
KRS, I'm sorry but we're killing hip hop
Run DMC, I'm sorry but we're killing hip hop
But who can argue with the charts when we're sittin' at the top?

Rakim, I'm sorry but we're killing hip hop
Chuck D, I'm sorry but we're killing hip hop
De La Soul, I'm sorry but we're killing hip hop
And we're making so much money that we ain't about to stop

Coca Cola, get crunk, Nike, get crunk
McDonald's, get crunk, Disney, get crunk
Fox Network, get crunk, Armani, get crunk
Gap clothing, get crunk, Mercedes, get crunk

DKNY, get crunk, Courvoisier, get crunk
Prada, get crunk, Wal-Mart, get crunk
Chucky Cheese, get crunk, Ralph Lauren, get crunk
G-Unit sneakers, get crunk, Louis Vuitton, get crunk

I'm just playing, Lil' Jon, you know I love you

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Parking Lot - Lyrics - Complicated - Nivea

Title: Parking Lot
Album: Complicated
Artist: Nivea
Composer(s): Bryan Michael Paul Cox, Johnata M Austin, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk, get
(let me see ya)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk, get
(everybody)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk, get
(let me see ya)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk, get
(everybody)

Home with no where to go, I'm not gonna be alone
Callin' you on your phone, three to four times in a row
And I ain't gone quit until I finally get you to pick up the line

And you wanna know what I want? Well, it's 11 O'clock
Right on the dot and I had this feelin' I had to see
My shawdae, to see my homie, but it's got to be with the quickness
[Incomprehensible] Are you with this? I'm tellin' you

I need to see you now, can you get out?
I'm 'bout to leave the house so
(Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot)
For it get too late, I can't wait
It's just around my way so
(Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot)

Just over the hill, at the light, take a right
Hang a left, don't have a strike
(Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot, yeah)
So what you waitin' for?
Hit the door, put the pedal to the floor
(Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot)

I'm at the drive through, right beside you, ready to take your order
Take you right here in the parking lot, I'mma make sure
It's hot for you like you like it, good for you like you like it
Taste it right here in the parking lot

And I got to stop, 'cause we in the drop
But I just got to, can't let you go,[Incomprehensible]
And I can't help it, I'm gon'
Meet you here tomorrow night, I'm telling you

I need to see you now, can you get out?
I'm 'bout to leave the house so
(Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot)
For it get too late, I can't wait
It's just around my way so
(Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot)

Just over the hill, at the light, take a right
Hang a left, don't have a strike
(Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot, yeah)
So what you waitin' for?
Hit the door, put the pedal to the floor
(Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot)

Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk, get
(let me see ya)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk, get
(everybody)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk, get
(let me see ya)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk, get
(everybody)

Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk, get
(let me see ya)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk, get
(everybody)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk, get
(let me see ya)
Get crunk, get crunk, get crunk, get
(everybody)

I need to see you now, can you get out?
I'm 'bout to leave the house so
(Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot)
For it get too late, I can't wait
It's just around my way so
(Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot)

Just over the hill, at the light, take a right
Hang a left, don't have a strike
(Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot, yeah)
So what you waitin' for?
Hit the door, put the pedal to the floor
(Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot)

Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot
Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot
Meet me at the McDonald's parkin' lot

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Get Some Crunk In Yo System - Lyrics - King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed - Lil Scrappy

Title: Get Some Crunk In Yo System
Album: King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Jamal Glaze, Jonathan Smith, James Phillips, Donnell Prince, Craig Love, Micah Troy

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Lyric:
Get some crunk in yo system
(See)
Get some crunk in yo system
(It like this right, yeah)
Get some crunk in yo system
(I done seen them niggas)
Get some crunk in yo system
([Incomprehensible], they ain't seen me yet, 'course not)

Get some crunk in yo system
(But they still talkin', that's all they can do man)
Get some crunk in yo system
(Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system
(A, B, y'all niggas could nevah see me)
Get some crunk in yo system

I can feel it, ya hater's don't like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
'Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga, I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga, don't try it

Guns I collect 'em, gun's for protection
Guns for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
'Cause they don't say B S'n, I'm good with my weapon
Ain't never been a lame in the game, I respect it
[Incomprehensible]

I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monster
But it's too late 'cause I done signed for a hundred an' something
Ain't nothing, I'm ruthless, still producing
Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless
I'm Don Corleone, keep it trill with no confusing
Niggas say, I'm trill, they ain't hard I can prove it, yeah

Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(Yeah)

Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(Yeah)

Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(Yeah)

Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(Yeah)

I'm sippin' on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose
Niggas gettin' bunk and shit, drinking all the grey goose
Throwin' signs up in the air, represent from where they came
It's the same shit in the club, niggas fightin' man

Throwin' bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin' hoes hair
Runnin' through the club with they click 'cause they don't care
Screamin' out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
If you think I'm lyin' then you pussy niggas bet not try

I'ma let you know that I never been the scary ho
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game, ho
Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard
I'ma pull yo card, for actin' hard, down the boulevard, nigga

Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(Yeah)

Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(Yeah)

Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(Yeah)

Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(Yeah)

Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my fuckin' shirt, I'm reppin' to the dirt
I'm reppin' to the grave, I'm reppin' for the A
I'm ridin' 21 on my Impala, son

I'm smokin' big dro, I'm with the red ho
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness?

Amen, I work hard for the South
These niggas playin' hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches bustin' out they bras
Just so they can show they titties to a star

Baby, my doors ajar, the passenger too
I'm ready to ride, so what's up, boo? Yeah
Keepin' it real, keepin' it trill, reppin' the ville
I sho will

Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(Yeah)

Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(Yeah)

Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(Yeah)

Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(C?mon)
Get some crunk in yo system
(Yeah)

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Get Crunk - Lyrics - Lil' Flip

Title: Get Crunk
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Anthony Sears, Wesley Weston, Estil Hobbs, Christopher Gallien, David Banner, Ronald Thomas

Lyric:
For the hoe ass niggas
This for the niggas, hoe ass niggas
Look at the nigga right next to you, look at him
Is he real, is that nigga real, is that girl real
Is that girl real, huh

He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If that nigga owe you money, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If that hoe won't let you fuck, she a hoe, she a hoe
He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If he don't wanna sell you weed, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she don't wanna give you head, she a hoe, she a hoe

They call me Thunder Cat 'cause I got so many hoes
They call me cookie man 'cause I sold so many O's
Did a lot of shows, made a lot of cash
Slid out the Benz, jumped in a Jag
Jumped out the Jag, then I hopped in a Hummer
Guess what I drop, underground this summer
But get ready, for the shit about to hit the air
And bitch you ain't smoking endo, so I don't care

He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If that nigga owe you money, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If that hoe won't let you fuck, she a hoe, she a hoe
He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If he don't wanna sell you weed, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she don't wanna give you head, she a hoe, she a hoe

Say flip, look at all these hoes
Some are girls but it's niggas also
I'm tired of fellin' tention, when walking in places
Niggas is hating, I'm fin to hurt they faces
Change the paces, winning the races
Money I'm making, cookies a nigga baking
Feeling my status, above average
Lil Ron be ready for all that static

We got automatics, nigga we still thuggin'
Nigga we still hustlin', all the hoes still loving
The way that we flowing, the cars that we driving
The way that we hustle, that's the way we surviving
Going to shows, going to clubs, riding on blaze, riding on Dubs
We from the south, we country as hell
Y'all smoking brown weed, we got that funky smell
The dro and the do-do, the blueberry endo
Riding on low-lows, flip there go the po-pos
Step out, let me see your license and your insurance, nah 'cause

You a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe, you a hoe
If the laws pull you over, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she want child support, she a hoe, she a hoe
He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If he fucked up your car, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she tear up your Bentley, she a hoe, she a hoe

I ain't never been the type to be in love with a hoe
Instead I'm trying to leave out the club with a hoe
A basket case, I spit in a bastard's face
Walk in, crash the party and trash the place
Fuck it I tried to tell 'em, some niggas wouldn't like it
Too bad, you should of seen it coming like a psychic
Then it's, back to the Benz that's sitting on chrome men
Waving at the hoes, yelling aiight then

He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If that nigga owe you money, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If that hoe won't let you fuck, she a hoe, she a hoe
He a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe, he a hoe
If he don't wanna sell you weed, he a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe, she a hoe
If she don't wanna give you head, she a hoe, she a hoe

Ki's from over seas for me, that's just some cain
30 G's and robbing lanes, that's just some change
Bows from them hoes, you know, that's just them thangs
Listen to my pimp game, listen to my pimp game
Yeah, fuck 'em, my nuts let 'em suck 'em and let 'em go
Mississippi, p-p-pimping, mayne fa sho
Coming down, gripping grain up on the do'
On the flo man you slow and not knowing that she's a hoe
You give her all your feelings, she giving me all your do'
I'm shopping all day for polo and hydro
Weed greed man, her pussy is what you need
I'll fuck her in the puss, she giving you all them seeds

All my down south niggas get crunk, get crunk
And all my eastcoast niggas get crunk, get crunk
All the westcoast niggas get crunk, get crunk
All the up north niggas get crunk, get crunk
All the midwest niggas get crunk, get crunk
All the K.C. niggas get crunk, get crunk
All the H-town niggas get crunk, get crunk
All the Pensacola niggas get crunk, get crunk

Whenever you see a hoe, point 'em out, point 'em out
Whenever you see a hoe, point 'em out, point 'em out
Even if you know a hoe, point 'em out, point 'em out
Whenever you see a hoe, point 'em out, point 'em out

All my Mississippi niggas get crunk, get crunk
All my Mississippi niggas get crunk, get crunk
All my Mississippi niggas get crunk, get crunk

That's all I know my nigga
Nah, for real though
Baton rouge, you know I'm talkin' bout
Oklahoma coming down and L.A.

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That'S Right - Lyrics - Ciara: The Evolution - Ciara

Title: That'S Right
Album: Ciara: The Evolution
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Ciara Harris, B Muhammad, J Cameron, Jonathan Smith, L Jefferson

Lyric:
Every time he call, I come
But it's time I think about me, that's right
And what I need, that's right
Tonight I'm doin' me, that's right
And I'ma have fun, that's right

I bet you wan' get crunk, that's my jam
I bet you wan' get crunk, that's my jam
I bet you wan' get crunk, that's my jam
I bet you wan' get crunk

I bet you wan' get crunk, that's my jam
I bet you wan' get crunk, that's right
That's right, get crunk, that's right, get crunk
That's right, get crunk, get crunk

Let's go, let's go now ladies
Let's go let's go now if you're always
Let's go, let's go now, looking out for somebody else
Let's go, let's go now and not yourself

Let's go, let's go now, tonight
Let's go, let's go now, it's all about you
Let's go, let's go now, we gon' party baby
Let's go, let's go now, c'mon

Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon

Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon

I was drivin', cruising on the highway
It was a Friday, midnight, when he called me
I was thinkin', 'Hell no'
I already know what he wants, surprise, surprise

So I changed plans and made some arrangements
I won't be chasing, someone that's in place and
That's when I called my girls up
Who about to hit the club up
Tonight's the night, let's go

You can miss me all you want but I'm not comin' over
(That's right)
Tonight I'm doin' me, I'll call you in the mornin'
(That's right)
Hangin' with my girls until the break of dawn
(That's right)
You can't tell me no 'cuz I can do what I want
(That's right)

Tonight I'm havin' fun, tonight I'm goin' out
That's right I'm gonna party all night long
I'm turnin' off the phone so we can get it on
Oh, oh, oh

Can't stand the e-mails askin' for details
"When are you leavin'?" "When will you get here?"
Kept callin' my cellphone
I sent him straight to voicemail
'Leave a message'

I usually call back, this time I'ma fall back
I know what the real be, he just wanna see me
'Cuz he wanna tap, to tap, tap, tap, tap, that booty
But he's not gonna get that booty
If you think that it's like that, think again 'cuz it's not that

You can miss me all you want but I'm not comin' over
(That's right)
Tonight I'm doin' me, I'll call you in the mornin'
(That's right)
Hangin' with my girls until the break of dawn
(That's right)
You can't tell me no 'cuz I can do what I want
(That's right)

Tonight I'm havin' fun, tonight I'm goin' out
That's right I'm gonna party all night long
I'm turnin' off the phone so we can get it on
Oh, oh, oh

I got my hands up on my back, back
Take it to the floor, floor
We gon' rock, all night, that's right
Take it down low, that's right

What's up? I'm hot tonight
What's up? We hit the spot tonight
What's up? That's right
That's right, that's right

Like this, and this, and like that, that, that
John drop the beat and bring it back, back, back
Wassup? Wassup? That's right, that's right

You like it? I like it
You love it? I love it
You want it? You want it?
Wassup? Wassup?

You can miss me all you want but I'm not comin' over
(That's right)
Tonight I'm doin' me, I'll call you in the mornin'
(That's right)
Hangin' with my girls until the break of dawn
(That's right)
You can't tell me no 'cuz I can do what I want
(That's right)

Tonight I'm havin' fun, tonight I'm goin' out
That's right I'm gonna party all night long
I'm turnin' off the phone so we can get it on
Oh, oh, oh

Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon

Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon

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We Get It Crunk - Lyrics - Cool Breeze

Title: We Get It Crunk
Artist: Cool Breeze
Composer(s): Patrick Brown, Frederick Bell, Raymond Murray, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Cool Breeze, Kurupt, young Gotti
In 1999, anything that can happen
It will, it will, it will, it will, it will
Organized Noize, let's do it, kick it off, c'mon

Cool Breeze, young Gotti, Organized Noize
We gon' bust your mothafuckin' mouth open
No haters allowed, no haters allowed
Uh, no haters allowed, no, no haters allowed

Cool Breeze, I heard you was a mothafuckin' fool
Ah yeah, all 'em wanna see me hit 'em
Wanna get blown from my living room to my bed
Ya heard what I said?

Don't come around here again, changin' the game, re-arrangin'
I'm changin' my name
Since I shot up the party, I'm 2 shotty young Gotti
Like givin' a fuck, hold 'em up, nigga wha
I'm pressin' it homie, I keep the pistol whistling homie

Stashin' it nigga, cocked back, blastin' it nigga
Be silent, you can hear the falls tricklin' homie
It's ridiculous homie, why the fuck you up on me?
That's how mothafuckas lay in caskets nigga

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

Hey, I hear you screamin' through your whole house
Mommy, daddy, turn the TV on
Cool Breeze done came out
And every time I wear some new sneakers

They be hatin' on me
All behind my back like some school teachers
And be checkin' for me in the streets
So they can listen to me real good

And go and make a [unverified] that beat
Now everybody wanna put it down
You give 'em one little record deal
And they think they 'bout to run the town

And when they album start to get a buzz
Every time you turn around, you see 'em posted all up in a club
I think they smokin' too much ever body
They try to spit one at me, and we end up spittin' one at everybody

It ain't no plan with the hitman
He bust ten bars, bust back with both hands
So keep your dial locked and stay tuned
And when you be down in Atlanta, be down with the Calhoun's

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed

Is that your homeboy?
(Is it)
Are you for sure?
You ever been through war?
(This nigga)
He up and help you feed your folks

Where was this mothafucka when we was broke?
Now I ain't mean to offend a nigga
But if I struck a nigga, heh, fuck that nigga
Punks ain't made around these parts

'Cause over here, everybody got heart
The homie C double O L, nigga, B-R double E Z-E
When I E-E MC E-E, bitch, all y'all hoes is out to get rich
And all y'all [unverified] can eat a fat dick

Mean and my niggas, we got that get back
When we fall through the club, we make everybody get back
Niggas know about the dirty south
I'mma ask you one time, then you gettin' your back slammed out

Cool Breeze only 5'7"
But I'll break you off quick
And it don't matter if you 5'11"
I played ball before I was cool cut

Everybody used to call me, "Don't drop"
'Cause I ain't drop nothin'
One time I walked up and pulled a gun
And layed this dough boy down

And made his whole click make buns
Now every time I make a run
My niggas tell me watch my back
'Cause we know they still want some

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool what, we get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with the sawed off pump
Fool, what

We get it crunk
Comin' through your hood with a sawed off pump
What
We get it crunk
Cool Breeze, 1999

No haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
(Cool Breeze, 1999)
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
(Kurupt, young Gotti, 1999)

No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
(Yeah, 1999)
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
(Y2K)

No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed
No, no haters allowed

What's up Dr. Dre?
Chronic 2000
Organized Noize
Forever
2000 on

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Clap Your Hands - Lyrics - Imx

Title: Clap Your Hands
Artist: Imx
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Kelton Kessee, Tony Oliver, Marques Houston

Lyric:
All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

Ladies feel a rise when you start to grind
G-string in the middle with your big behind
She be switchin' them hips from right to left
We gone dance all night till we run out of breath

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

IMx, platinum status, say what, say what
If you came to get it crunk clap your hands

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Clap Your Hands (Part 2) - Lyrics - Imx

Title: Clap Your Hands (Part 2)
Artist: Imx
Composer(s): Jerome Jones, Kelton Kessee, Tony Oliver, Marques Houston

Lyric:
All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

Ladies feel a rise when you start to grind
G-string in the middle with your big behind
She be switchin' them hips from right to left
We gone dance all night till we run out of breath

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

The place is already packed at a quarter past three
Girlies with they mini skirts and fly bodies
Ladies dancin' so hard, the fellas wantin' more
And it's gettin' kinda nasty on the dance floor

The DJ's spinnin' the cuts on the one's and two's
So many women around and so many dudes
You know the party's jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your swerve on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

All the ladies wearing strings, clap your hands
And if you wanna get naughty clap your hands
So all the fellas put in work and the ladies make it twurk
If you came to get it crunk, clap your hands

It's eleven o'clock and you're already out
Gotta get your crew together and all go out
There's a party somewhere that goes all night
And VIP is gonna be there so you gotta look tight

There's gonna be sexy Chicanas and Americans
Even some from China and some from Japan
You know the party is jumpin' and the beat is bumpin'
So everybody get your freak on

IMx, platinum status, say what, say what
If you came to get it crunk clap your hands

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Imma Shine - Lyrics - Youngbloodz

Title: Imma Shine
Artist: Youngbloodz
Composer(s): Michael Cook, R De Varona, Jeffrey Ray Grigsby, Sean Paul Joseph, Ryan Tedder

Lyric:
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

I'mma shine, I'mma make it
It ain't nothing to it, to it, I'll take it
I feel it, I'll flip it
Pull it, pull it till straight get it

I'mma climb, I ain't waitin'
There's no end to the money I'm makin'
For streetin', for chasin' we get it in
Might, might be the crunk hatin'

If ya don't believe you don't succeed
And if ya don't apply you won't achieve
Keep ya head up high, feet down low
And follow your heart to get to the door

If there is a will, here's a way
Never trust a soul I'm here to say
Stop depending and be yourself
And grab a hold and don't look left

So take a swing now here's your chance
You got nothing to lose, make a stance
See the clock is tickin' and time ain't waitin'
When ya all alone see that's what you're facin'

I'mma shine, I'mma make it
It ain't nothing to it, to it, I'll take it
I feel it, I'll flip it
Pull it, pull it till straight get it

I'mma climb, I ain't waitin'
There's no end to the money I'm makin'
For streetin', for chasin' we get it in
Might, might be the crunk hatin'

Ya I know I'mma make it, I was meant for this
I'mma with ya in the eye lookin' for the ten for this
And I don't steal I pimp for this
Ride round with a hundred round clip for this

What happened to the struggle, it's called eviction notice
Now people strong self eviction notice
Prescription cops serve keep it real and fine
But if I get caught with it I'll face some time

And it's hard being young and rich trying to survive
Trying to keep a shot to shine on the poor headed ties
Couple mill and I buy new whip for the wife
Talk that shit but this is my life

I'mma shine, I'mma make it
It ain't nothing to it, to it, I'll take it
I feel it, I'll flip it
Pull it, pull it till straight get it

I'mma climb, I ain't waitin'
There's no end to the money I'm makin'
For streetin', for chasin' we get it it
Might, might be the crunk hatin'

I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

I'mma shine, I'mma make it
It ain't nothing to it, to it, I'll take it
I feel it, I'll flip it
Pull it, pull it till straight get it

I'mma climb, I ain't waitin'
There's no end to the money I'm makin'
For streetin', for chasin' we get it in
Might, might be the crunk hatin'

I'mma shine, I'mma make it
It ain't nothing to it, to it, I'll take it
I feel it, I'll flip it
Pull it, pull it till straight get it

I'mma climb, I ain't waitin'
There's no end to the money I'm makin'
For streetin', for chasin' we get it in
Might, might be the crunk hatin', I'mma shine

I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it, I'mma shine

I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna get it and you gonna feel it

I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it
And you gonna feel it and you gonna get it
I'm gonna get it and we gonna get it

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Stillettos (Pumps) - Lyrics - Crime Mob - Crime Mob

Title: Stillettos (Pumps)
Album: Crime Mob
Artist: Crime Mob
Composer(s): Aisha Wright, Brittany Carpentero, Venetia Lewis, Jonathan Lewis

Lyric:
Aight, play that shit
Stiletto pumps in the club
Stiletto pumps in the club, get crunk

Homegurl, bow down when you see me because I'm comin' up fresh
Ride wit' the realist ya feel me? So you should call me the best
I can look jazzy, act nasty wit' my stilleto heels on
But if a hoe say somethin', try me then her hair will get thrown

I'm turnin' heads left and right soon as he see one foot
Step out the car, strollin' through the club
Then I make my way right by the bar, yeah yo nigga eyein' me
I take 'em from ya, so watch out, I'm lookin' jazzy, actin' classy

But I got a sexy mouth, hair is done and nails are too
And I match from head to toe, then to top it off
I'm rockin' 6-inch black stilettos hoe
Different color everyday that's just to match the mood I'm in
Silver, red, gray, and black lookin' this good should be a sin

Stiletto pumps in the club
Whoeva thought that these girls will get crunk?
Whoeva thought that these girls will get crunk?

We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe

We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe

Stilettos on my feet, I'm sexy wit' a mug
I'm buckin' on ya'll hatas just to see if ya'll crunk
We swangin' throwin' bows, 'cause ya'll boys thought we soft
I'm knockin' heads off, I'm the baddest of 'em all

Makin' niggaz fall, mane they fightin' and tusslin'
Club owner scared that the gurls might start bussin'
We crunk and we thuggin', we takin' it public
This is for the gurls in the trap steady hustlin'

Stiletto pumps in the club
Whoeva thought that these girls will get crunk?
Whoeva thought that these girls will get crunk?

We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe

We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe

I know you want a second look, but pictures isn't necessary
Diamond be my name and by the looks gurl, you ain't even ready
Wit' my dickies two piece and my hair cocked to the other side
Pink and white interior inside my drop top Chevy ride

Killin' all these hatas 'cause they know I got stilettos on
Yo nigga tried to holla, but the pimpin' here is way too strong
I'm known for breakin' pockets, I can walk it like I talk it
Got some Prada in my closet, can't no hatin' heffa stop it

I'ma put this shit up on the map, 'cause ATL is where I be
I got my gurl Aisha and the Princess on a shoppin' spree
I get 'em for they goodies, and get richer ain't no pity
I'm the reason why they hurtin', I'm the baddest in the city
Yeah hoe

Stiletto pumps in the club
Whoeva thought that these girls will get crunk?
Whoeva thought that these girls will get crunk?

We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe

We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe

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Stilletos (Pumps) - Lyrics - Crime Mob

Title: Stilletos (Pumps)
Artist: Crime Mob
Composer(s): Aisha Wright, Brittany Carpentero, Venetia Lewis, Jonathan Lewis

Lyric:
Aight, play that shit
Stiletto pumps in the club
Stiletto pumps in the club, get crunk

Homegurl, bow down when you see me because I'm comin' up fresh
Ride wit' the realist ya feel me? So you should call me the best
I can look jazzy, act nasty wit' my stilleto heels on
But if a hoe say somethin', try me then her hair will get thrown

I'm turnin' heads left and right soon as he see one foot
Step out the car, strollin' through the club
Then I make my way right by the bar, yeah yo nigga eyein' me
I take 'em from ya, so watch out, I'm lookin' jazzy, actin' classy

But I got a sexy mouth, hair is done and nails are too
And I match from head to toe, then to top it off
I'm rockin' 6-inch black stilettos hoe
Different color everyday that's just to match the mood I'm in
Silver, red, gray, and black lookin' this good should be a sin

Stiletto pumps in the club
Whoeva thought that these girls will get crunk?
Whoeva thought that these girls will get crunk?

We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe

We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe

Stilettos on my feet, I'm sexy wit' a mug
I'm buckin' on ya'll hatas just to see if ya'll crunk
We swangin' throwin' bows, 'cause ya'll boys thought we soft
I'm knockin' heads off, I'm the baddest of 'em all

Makin' niggaz fall, mane they fightin' and tusslin'
Club owner scared that the gurls might start bussin'
We crunk and we thuggin', we takin' it public
This is for the gurls in the trap steady hustlin'

Stiletto pumps in the club
Whoeva thought that these girls will get crunk?
Whoeva thought that these girls will get crunk?

We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe

We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe

I know you want a second look, but pictures isn't necessary
Diamond be my name and by the looks gurl, you ain't even ready
Wit' my dickies two piece and my hair cocked to the other side
Pink and white interior inside my drop top Chevy ride

Killin' all these hatas 'cause they know I got stilettos on
Yo nigga tried to holla, but the pimpin' here is way too strong
I'm known for breakin' pockets, I can walk it like I talk it
Got some Prada in my closet, can't no hatin' heffa stop it

I'ma put this shit up on the map, 'cause ATL is where I be
I got my gurl Aisha and the Princess on a shoppin' spree
I get 'em for they goodies, and get richer ain't no pity
I'm the reason why they hurtin', I'm the baddest in the city
Yeah hoe

Stiletto pumps in the club
Whoeva thought that these girls will get crunk?
Whoeva thought that these girls will get crunk?

We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe

We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe
We rockin' stilettos hoe

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Family Affair - Lyrics - No More Drama - Mary J Blige

Title: Family Affair
Album: No More Drama
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Chynnah Lodge, Mike Elizondo, Bruce Allen Miller, Camara Kambon, Mary J Blige, Melvin Charles Bradford, Asiah Louis

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Lyric:
Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Come on everybody get on up
'Cause you know we gots to get it crunk
Mary J. is in the spot tonight
And I'ma make ya feel alright, make you feel alright

Come on baby just party with me
Let loose and set your body free
Leave your situations at the door
So when you step inside, jump on the floor

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

It's only gonna be about a matter of time
Before you get loose and start to lose your mind
Cop you a drink, go ahead and rock your ice
'Cause we're celebrating 'No More Drama' in our lives

With the Dre track pumpin' everybody's jumpin'
Go ahead and twist your back and get your bodies bumpin'
I told you, leave your situations at the door
So grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

We don't need no haters
We're just trying to love one another

We just want ya'll to have a good time
No more drama in your life
Work real hard to make a dime
If you got beef, you're problem not mine

Leave all that BS outside
We're gonna celebrate all night
Let's have fun tonight, no fights
Turn that Dre track way up high

Making you dance all night and I
Got some real heat for you this time
It doesn't matter if you're white or black
Let's get crunk 'cause Mary's back

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

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Family Affair (Remix) - Lyrics - Mary J Blige

Title: Family Affair (Remix)
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Andre Romell Young, Chynnah Lodge, Mike Elizondo, Bruce Allen Miller, Camara Kambon, Mary J Blige, Melvin Charles Bradford, Asiah Louis

Lyric:
Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Come on everybody get on up
'Cause you know we gots to get it crunk
Mary J. is in the spot tonight
And I'ma make ya feel alright, make you feel alright

Come on baby just party with me
Let loose and set your body free
Leave your situations at the door
So when you step inside, jump on the floor

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

It's only gonna be about a matter of time
Before you get loose and start to lose your mind
Cop you a drink, go ahead and rock your ice
'Cause we're celebrating 'No More Drama' in our lives

With the Dre track pumpin' everybody's jumpin'
Go ahead and twist your back and get your bodies bumpin'
I told you, leave your situations at the door
So grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

We don't need no haters
We're just trying to love one another

We just want ya'll to have a good time
No more drama in your life
Work real hard to make a dime
If you got beef, you're problem not mine

Leave all that BS outside
We're gonna celebrate all night
Let's have fun tonight, no fights
Turn that Dre track way up high

Making you dance all night and I
Got some real heat for you this time
It doesn't matter if you're white or black
Let's get crunk 'cause Mary's back

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

Let's get it crunk upon, have fun upon
Up in this dancery
We got ya'll open now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me

Don't need no hateration, holleration
In this dancery
Let's get it perculatin' while you're waitin'
So just dance for me

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Crunk Muzik - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: Crunk Muzik
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Cameron Giles, Gregory Omar Green, Joseph Jones, Seon Thomas, Lloyd Geneve, Laron James

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Lyric:
Yeah! Ay! Dip-set! Come on
Black-out, let's do it
Dip, dip-set
Dip, dip, dip, dips
Dip, dip, dip, dips
Dip, dip, dip, dip

Now this here is that bomb diggy
(Diggy)
Diggy dang, the dons with me
Killa, he'll kill a nigga you thinkin' 'bout harming me
Capo's corrupted, he's wrong vato to fuck wit
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, don't fool with the dips
You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit
When that gun with the clip in
(What)
Start dumpin' and rippin'
At y'all head, y'all some dead summamabitches
You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum
I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum
Like here, take that, shake that, break that
And have them 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
High like space 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
High like space 45 on waist

This is that bang, bang, bang to my hooligan, gang
While you movin' them thangs and ya toolies go bang
(Silence)
Call me ricochet rabbit 'cause I click and spray matics
And my niggaz straight savage
(Goonies)
Penelope pump let off six whole rounds
'Fore one shell hit the ground

In the hood he known as a capo to the goons and the heights its all tato
(Tato)
And okay I know me some vato in the life on movin on patos
(Demelo)
Okay muchacho, they told me that you got it paco
(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
(Killa, dip set, let's go)
High like space 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)

Lets style a bit, Italian shit, five thou-outfit
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
($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 Lucy
(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'll get 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
High like space 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
High like space 45 on waist

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