Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crunk Inc. , by - Crime Mob. Song from the album Crime Mob, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.07.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Crunk Inc. |
| Ay, Crunk Incorporated. |
| We ain’t taking nuttin this year, We comin straight for |
| ya. |
| Talkin bout gettin crunk nigga. |
| Fuck |
| that shit you talkin nigga. |
| When I see yo ass nigga, this how shit gon pop off. |
| This how shit gon go down from here on out |
| nigga. |
| So we gotta tell yall niggas to wake the fuck up. |
| Cyco Black let em know. |
| Fuck that shit that you talkin' |
| Fuck that nonsense nigga I’m outside (What's up). |
| You gotta problem wit my clique I’m outside (What's up). |
| I got my gun in my mothafuckin ride (What's up). |
| We bussin heads so you bitches betta hide |
| (What's up Aight). |
| Crunk to the mothafuckin I.N.C. |
| Mike, Gray, Black, and Killa behind me. |
| Park in the street wit Crunk and A.D. So I dare |
| that nigga to come and try me. |
| Dare that nigga to walk my street. |
| Watch me cock it back and let go. |
| Comin up popular, he’s |
| a fuck nigga I’ma let his ass know he ain’t nuttin but a ho. |
| Fuck yo words, |
| yo words don’t mean shit. |
| All that talkin get |
| yo ass hit. |
| Beat yo bitch wit a baseball bat a-rata-tat-tat on yo ass real |
| quick. |
| This real shit and I don’t play games. |
| ATL be my domain. |
| Creep yo cast, and beat yo ass so fuck that shit you talkin |
| mayne. |
| Yeah, bitch fuck that shit that you talkin. |
| Go get yo clique and start walkin. |
| My crew too thick so get off me to fuck |
| wit you I got whodi. |
| Peepin the scene so don’t test me, ho don’t try me I stay |
| ready, yo shirt gon be so damn heavy, I Snipe yo ass like I’m Wesley. |
| Got a problem I solve so ho let’s take it outside. |
| Revolver tucked in my pocket I’m feelin |
| what in my ride. |
| Bussin heads is my specialty, One like me, you will never see, |
| Ho you know I’m wit M.O.B. |
| Wanna buck? |
| It’s whatever G. |
| Keep on poppin I’ma show you just how deep we are. |
| Yall niggas thank yall buck? |
| We’ll have yall seein stars. |
| You’ll think |
| you’re touchin Mars, cause we some must asses. |
| A second blastin anywhere where |
| there be shit talkin. |
| So do not get smart |
| bitch, cause here we runnin thangs, ain’t got no time for lames, |
| just bout that money mayne. |
| Just watch me spray some |
| flames. |
| Get up, release some anger. |
| I keep sixteen in the clip, and one off in the chamber. |
| (Aight) |