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Three 6 Mafia - Gette'm Crunk lyrics
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 gettin' it crunk for the motherfuckin' '97' biiootch Y'all can't handle this motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' shit like thiis... [Koopsta Knicca] I ain't rollin' oxy fours, come and go I'm lookin' for Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...) boomerangs Burbon with that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, I ain't playin' I'm insane gone get you with that killin' Murder, death, kill now I'm flexin' in your lexus Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner Then I holler at your women, turn the fire (.....?.....) Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel me Three for my pump, in the destine in the meanin' Itchin' for a killin' nigga for I kill a man Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch kept playin' with mine As I tried to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low Killin' his ass before he got to the door Chorus 2x [Lord Infamous] Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till Lord Infamous kick in the door So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor So get ultra and buck in this hoe Bitches get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' straight from the rowdy ass south Crank up this bitch, 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 (...?...) 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 takin' care of my motherfuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch Nigga's claimin' killa all the time but ain't did shit Flodgin' round town, talkin' about what you gonna do Knowin' if you step up to this pimpin' it's a murder fool Never try to dodge a nigga cause I let my nuts hangs, 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 Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the early morn' Chorus 2x [Gangsta Boo] Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that Chris Style While my nigga Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown Baby come and get it crunk What's up, what you scared or somethin' Loddy, doddy party fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin' Fuck the fuckin police bitch, you 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 smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, Big Baby [DJ Paul] Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty more Aimin' 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 |
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