Crunk Muzik

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Yeah! ay! dip-set! come on
 Black-out, lets do it
 Dip, dip-set!
 Dip, dip, dip, dip-s
 Dip, dip, dip, dip-s
 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' harming me
 Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck wit (yop)
 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 (what), spectacular, YES!
 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 (Ay!)
 Don't fool with the Dips (Ay!)
 You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (Ay!)
 When that gun with the clip in (what)
 Start dumpin' and rippin', (yop)
 At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (Ay!)
 You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (Ay!)
 I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (Ay!)
 Like here, take that, shake that, break that (Ay!)
 In half and please bring me cake back
 You kow 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, forty five 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, forty five on waist
 This is that bang, bang, bang
 To my hooligan, gang
 While you movin' them thangs
 And ya toolies go blast (silence)
 Call me Richochet Rabbit
 Cause I click and spray matics
 And my niggaz straight savage (Goonies!)
 Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (boom!)
 'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) ground
 In the hood he known as a Capo
 To the goons and the heights its all tato (TATO!)
 Ain't gotta know me some vato
 In the heights to move on some pato (demelo)
 Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it tato (meda)
 I know movin' someone know we usually gone pop you (te matan)
 This that nine double one, with a nine double m
 If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun
 This that o trizzy one, triple oh, whoa, whoa
 If you scared get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)
 This that uptop crunk
 When the truck stop, dump
 This where the bucks stop chump (dump, dump, dump)
 You know what the movemets 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
 High like space, forty five 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
 Ya'll reppin' that five still
 I'm reppin' that five mill
 Neverland, thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson five bill (so what!)
 Lets style a bit, Italian shit, five thou spent
 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 (fifty thousand)
 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 Lucccaay (what)
 That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?)
 I'm the one the rep the set
 Left to left, death to death
 You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched.
 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, .forty five on waist

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Duration
04:16
Tempo
78 BPM

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