Who the Crunkest (feat. Project Pat) (Explicit) 歌詞
Who the Crunkest(feat. Project Pat) (Explicit) - Project Pat/Tear Da Club Up Thugs
Written by：Juicy J/DJ Paul
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You know the time is ticking short now I'm reaching for the vault
Grab them clothes that match the night and them things they call they aunt
Yes a niggle know I'm quiet if you don't talk they think your soft
But I be quick to pull and blast and leave your body full of chalk
Never talk cause when you talk these h*es be all up in your biz
Bring the word up where you living all the s**t a niggle did
H** I ain't dentin a f**king dinner roll your bodies in the trunk
Cause s**t some keys over seas may the flour mix with funk
I call the police 911 theirs been a murder on my set
And when they pull up on my set we pop them things and then we
On the low is how I keep it if you want your blood to spill
Run your mouth off in the street and pull your gun to shoot to kill
If you real if you realer than a motherf**king gang
On the block is where you hang throw them motherf**king thangs
Niggle driving up the k slagging rocks or pushing weight
Ghetto Niggle from the south ain't no law that we can't break
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What you know about going out heading out riding out down south
Finding DJ Paul with the gold and diamonds in his mouth
Riding in the rover with the boys and the broads in the cars behind me
Could you tell me how's you find me
Rolex hanging up out the window shiny as hell
I must have gave myself away with my diamond buzz le bling
Slang the rover in the garage cranking up the Capri
Time to check up on my tramps in the b a z busy week
Zone us hanging on corners slagging that m*******a
H** we been known since we been gone good since this early morn
Biggity bust em dust em make em put plugs in donuts
In my hood I'm like was sup with something that's on us
Grooving with the hypnotized camp posse boys
Took my credit card the Lexus bought ten of them toys ha ha
I got you thinking wishing you was thru with the hypnotizes
But facing failure you can get the club crunk like us
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Knicky knack patty wack automatic ghetto bust
Some say they down but they shady so in glock I trust
I shall bust if you in it man represent it man
If its all about that yah that green then I'm wit it man
Understand where I'm coming from out the ghetto slum
Project pat tear da club up thugs out here slapping d**gs
Making lame thugs bite the dust if they step to us
Ain't no need to cuss even fuss let that ruder bust
If you real you can keep it real never fake the deal
If you gotta kill for your meal than you handle that
In the street the gat is a tool used for regulating
Popping off lead at your hat when you violating
Incriminating eyes when you see me passing in my lex
Haters in disguise don't you boot this kill do what it takes
Laid to rest must have been your time for you to clock out
Had a vest but you should have had your f**king glock out
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