Gette'm Crunk

(albüm: The End - 1997)

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 getting it crunk for the motherfucking '97'
Biiootch
Y'all can't handle this motherfucking 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 motherfucking shit like thiis

[Koopsta Knicca:]
I ain't rolling Ox and Vogues, chrome and gold I'm looking for
Busting through them club doors
With the ski mask on you funky hoes
Woodgrain Chevy thangs
Buicks with them boomerangs
'Burban with that fresh paint gleeming with that clear mane
I ain't playing, I'm insane, gon' get you with that killing
Murder, death, kill now I'm flexing in your Lexus
Stress me if you wanna, gonna follow around the corner
Then I holler at ya woman, turn the volume way up on ya
Foolish ass punk, making noise in my trunk
Trying to get his ass hurt, I'm in them curbs and them speed bumps
Thump, thump, thump, finna get him, can you feel me
Three from my pump, finna blast him and I mean it
Itching for a killing nigga for I kill a man
Didn't want to hit 'em but that bitch kept playing with mine
As I tried to stop'em, but he kept on running low
So I kicked him in my trunk before he got to the door

We gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk
If you ain't crunk or buck, what you gotta get the fuck
One fool got himself hot and got the fuck off the floor
But I smoked his ass before he got to the door

We gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk
If you ain't crunk or buck, what you gotta get the fuck
One fool got himself hot and got the fuck off the floor
But I smoked his ass before he got to the door

[Lord Infamous:]
Nigga's up in the [?] wait till Lord Infamous kick in the door
So just elbow your way through the crowd
Stomp your feet on the floor, just get ultra like buck in this ho
Bitches get [?] weak asses out
Cause it's going down right about now
Tearing and riot [?] cause chaos
Cause we coming straight outta the rowdy ass south
Crank up this bitch till it 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 [?] raise plenty hell
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 taking care of my motherfucking business, I ain't going bitch
Nigga's claiming killa all the time but ain't did shit
Flodging round town, talking about what they gonna do
Knowing if they step up to this pimping it's a murder fool
Never try to dodge a nigga cause I let my nuts hang
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
Smoking motherfuckers in the night until the early morn'

We gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk
If you ain't crunk or buck, what you gotta get the fuck
One fool got himself hot and got the fuck off the floor
But I smoked his ass before he got to the door

We gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk
If you ain't crunk or buck, what you gotta get the fuck
One fool got himself hot and got the fuck off the floor
But I smoked his ass before he got to the door

[Gangsta Boo:]
Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that crystal
While my nigga Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown
Baby come and get it crunk
What's up, what you scared or something
Loddy, doddy party fucking hardy till you fuck up something
Fuck the fuckin police bitch, they 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 smoking scoping motherfuckers trying to keep a meal, Big Baby

[DJ Paul:]
Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this ho
Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty more
Aiming 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