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Tear Da Club Up Thugs - Who the Crunkest lyrics
featuring Project Pat {Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]} who the crunkest in this motherfucker? [folks on the right.] who the crunkest in this motherfucker? [people on the left.](x4) {Juicy J} you know the time is tickin short, now im reachin for the vault grab them clothes that match the night, and them things they call they aunt yes a nigga know im 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 hoes be all up in your biz bring the word up where you livin, all the shit a nigga did hoe I ain't dentin a fuckin dinner roll, your bodies in the trunk cause shit some keys over seas, may the flour mix with funk I call the police 911 "Their's been a murder on my set." and when they pull up on my set, we pop them things and then we jet 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 motherfuckin gang on the block is where you hang, throw them motherfuckin thangs nigga drivin up the K. slangin rocks or pushin weight ghetto nigga from the south, ain't no law that we cant break {Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]} who the crunkest in this motherfucker? [folks on the right.] who the crunkest in this motherfucker? [people on the left.](x4) who the crunkest(x7) in this motherfucker? {DJ Paul} what you know about goin out, headin out, ridin out, down south findin DJ Paul with the gold and diamonds in his mouth ridin in the Rover with the boys and the broads in the cars behind me could you tell me how'd you find me Rolex hangin up out the window shiny as hell I must have gave myself away with my diamond bezz-le{bling} slang the Rover in the garage crankin up the Capris time to check up on my tramps in the b-a-z(<-busy) week zone us hangin on corners slangin that marijuana hoe 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 im like wassup with somethin that's on us groovin with the Hypnotized Camp Posse boys took my credit card, the Lexus, bought ten of them toys (ha, ha) I got you thinkin wishin you was thru with the Hypnotizers but facin failure you can get the club crunk like us {Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]} who the crunkest in this motherfucker? [folks on the right.] who the crunkest in this motherfucker? [people on the left.] (x4) who the crunkest(x7) in this motherfucker {Project Pat} 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 im wit it man understand where im comin from, out the ghetto slum Project Pat, Tear da Club up Thugs out here slangin drugs makin lame thugs bite the dust if they step to us ain't no need to cuss even fuss let that Ruger 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 regulatin poppin off lead at your hat when you violating incriminating eyes when you see me passin in my Lex haters in diguise don't you boot this killa 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 fuckin glock out {Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]} who the crunkest in this motherfucker? [folks on the right.] who the crunkest in this motherfucker? [people on the left.] (x4) who the crunkest in this motherfucker?(x8) who the crunkest(x7) in this mother-(x3) who the crunkest(x7) in this motherfucker |
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