Lyrics Crunk Ain't Dead - Duke Deuce

Crunk Ain't Dead

Yeah, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Bitch I’m 'bout to kick the door
They been sleepin' on big foe
Nigga popped out for some Anna
So I robbed him for his camera
I’m a gangster mothafucka
And I’m standin' on that shit
We just stepped in with them tools
Let’s go hammer in this bitch
Yeah, trappin' from bag to bag
We can go mag for mag
These niggas false, they flag
How you goin' rag to rag?
Book bag got the big pump
Like high school, you can get jumped
Can’t play me like a weak punk, ayy
Bend it over, let me see somethin', ayy
Bitch, I’m a monster, dumpin' niggas like a Tonka
GD crazy like my uncle
This not a Honda
Hellcat loud like some thunder
Fuck 12, fuck you honor (Ugh)
All these lil' rappers think they tough
I swear to God, I don’t give two fucks
Our nuts hangin', we gang bangin'
We bet who first to fuck some up (What the fuck?)
Break the law
Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho
Break the law
Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, (Break the law), crunk ain’t dead, bitch
Break the law
Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead (Break the law), crunk ain’t dead, ho
Break the law
Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead (Break the law), crunk ain’t dead, bitch
Tennessee, get a key (Crunk ain’t dead)
GA, they don’t play (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho)
Out in Texas, shit get reckless (Crunk ain’t dead)
To California, place your order (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, bitch)
To the boot, them niggas shoot (Crunk ain’t dead)
Florida, free Yak, ho (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead)
Arkansas (Crunk ain’t dead)
Shout out to Freddie (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, bitch)
To the Carolinas (Crunk ain’t dead)
My nigga Vegas (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho)
Mississippi, keep it pimpin' (Crunk ain’t dead)
Alabama, bangin' hammers (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, bitch)
Illinois, Larry Hoover (Crunk ain’t dead)
Kentucky, they’ll do you (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho)
To Washington (Crunk ain’t dead)
To Missouri (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, bitch)