Get It Crunk

(альбом: I Need Mine $$ - 2007)

[Hook]
We came here to get it crunk like (jump!)
In the club with our middle fingers up like (jump!)
Now, we gonna make 'em stomp like (jump!)
Niggas get out of line we hit 'em up like

[Verse 1]
Well I'm flipping and gripping my woodgrain steering wheel (steering wheel)
I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel (Ha ha!)
It feel good to cash checks every other day (yes!)
If you ain't talking bout money, go the other way
Miss me with that bullshit dawg I'm on the grind (grind)
You disrespect me while I'm on stage, it's going down
Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on
You can bet your bottom dollar they get some
If you think you strong enough to take a shot (jump!)
I bet you changing your mind when you looking now (jump!)
These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize (I'm sorry, I'm sorry)
You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride

[Hook (2x)]

[Verse 2]
Look I'm a pimp
Mine is the 3-piece suit
My grill the same color as my GT Coupe
Gators snapping on my feet like they fresh out the jungle
There's a nine in my vest, but it's a tec' in my Hummer
I know I make y'all niggas wonder how I'm getting that cash (cash)
Cause when we gotta drop, I ain't spending my last (my last)
The prices (jump!)
If you out of town and you need a bird (jump!)
I could ban him and blow his brains on the fucking curve (jump!)
You don't want beef wit my squad nigga (jump!)
Come out the club off note, you getting rob nigga (jump!)
Stupid if you wanted dawg
These hollow tips gon' put you in a coma dawg. ya dig?

[Hook (2x)]

[Verse 3]
Hey!
Niggas claim they got guns but they ain't shot nobody
Or you a stick-up kid why you ain't got nobody? (stop lyin!)
Niggas at the bar buying shit they can't afford
You think he balling until you see his Honda Accord (Ha Ha!)
And tell valet not to scratch my wheeeel
Or he gon' leave here wit a busted liiiip
Me and Crime Boss rolling in my Coupe Deviiiille
I ain't trying leave you in but I shoot to kiiiiiill
Hey! I'm like Jeezy I trap or die (trap or die)
And I don't pop, pop, I rather fire
I'm a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it
Twenty two's on my lotus just in case you haven't noticed

[Hook (2x)]

Hey I bet he won't (jump!)
Keep talking all that shit but I bet he won't (jump!)
Keep talking all that shit but I bet he won't (jump!)
She talking all that shit but I bet she won't (jump!)
She acting like a bitch 'cause I know she won't (jump!)
Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump!)
Oh, Oh, Oh, you better not (jump!)
Oh, Oh, Oh, y'all better not (jump!)
You fuck around and get (jump!)
Ha-ha! Whoo!
Shout to my nigga Zab Judah
Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I'm saying
What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins
Yeah, holla at yo boy!