Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Crunk, artist - Crooked LettazDate of issue: 19.04.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Crunk |
| Hold up, Sweet Jones, 64 dollar cologne bitch |
| Smellin good, leather and wood, feelin on somethin |
| Know what I’m talkin 'bout, check it out |
| (Pimp C) |
| Sweet Jones, in a foreign car, shinin like a muthafuckin superstar |
| I’m sippin the bar, grippin the grain |
| I got 17 karats in my piece a chain |
| I been a young pimp nigga since I was a kid |
| Mama would be 'shamed of all the things I did |
| Like cookin the stones and bustin caps out the 'rome |
| I keep a chip in my phone and put key domes in ya home |
| I’m the trillest of the trill, you the fakest of the fake |
| Pussy-ass niggas in the club tryna playa hate |
| While I’m standin here draped in diamonds |
| I ride with made niggas, some choppin on blade niggas |
| Survive enemies, Mississippi get paid niggas |
| They lay ya lup in ya lap, and let the pistol dome clap |
| And it ain’t all about this rap shit bitch nigga |
| Handle the business with the muthafuckin chrome trigga |
| (Chorus-Pimp C) |
| Now if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunk |
| Now if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunk |
| Now get buck, now get buck |
| And pop ya pussy if you don’t give a fuck |
| Now if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunk |
| Now if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunk |
| Now get buck, now get buck |
| And pop ya pussy if you don’t give a fuck |
| (Crump) |
| Sweet done analyzed the game, now he taught me the shit |
| I get some golds in my mouth, platinum game I spit |
| Pimp done told me 'Vel, these niggas ain’t nothin but hoes' |
| 'You make most of ya cheese off production and shows' |
| See it’s all good, lift up ya seat, don’t piss on the wood |
| If these niggas feelin froggy, let 'em come to the hood |
| It’s all gravy daddy, get crunk, get crunk |
| Talk shit bitch, and get stomped, get stomped |
| Big Crump in Baton Rouge and ?? |
| in P.A. |
| I hit moms with 10 grand, now I got money to make |
| I watch it bubble and shake, choppin lyrical cakes |
| Niner-Ross on my side, for these busters and fakes |
| (Kamikaze) |
| Don’t ever talk to police, don’t let 'em know just where you sleep |
| And watch them killas 'cause they creep |
| And won’t believe that thugs get deep |
| If I said it then I did it, if I speaks it then I live it And early Christmas we gon’gets it, |
| 'cause me and C we 'bout to spit it |
| ??? |
| partner, but I’m not, tryna cypher what I got |
| To get this shit, it keeps it hot |
| Then sell it back to make this knot |
| You sons a bitches ain’t gon’last, tryna pocket all that hash |
| Can’t even launder all your cash, 'cause you gon’swander on some ass |
| I’m like pimps say, it’s hatin goin on in P.A. |
| But shit them same hatin niggas is on them streets where I stay |
| We go from Jackson back Texas, want some action come and check us Got that love then come and bless us, |
| think we soft then come and test us Just us trill southern niggas, you brought you that bouncin jump |
| So on your left is Mr. Franklin, on your right is Mr. Crump |
| Dump them niggas in the trunk, UGK smokin on skunk |
| Crooked Lettaz ain’t no punk, we hit yo city, get it crunk |
| And ain’t not pimp without no hoe, ain’t no show without my dough |
| You try to floss but know you poor, 'cause you’s a rapper with no flow |
| So I’m a tell you out the door, ladies don’t look if you’s a crow |
| Nigga’s don’t speak if you’s a hoe, |
| you got the sweet, nigga let’s blow and get crunk |