| Ah yeah, y’all know what time it is Tear the club up boys back up in this motherfucker
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| Y’all know what time it is, we gettin’it crunk for the motherfuckin''97'
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| biiootch
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| Y’all can’t handle this motherfuckin’shit
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| It’s on for the '97 motherfucker
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| Nine nickel in two pennies
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| Ain’t no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch
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| We finna do this motherfuckin’shit like thiis…
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| I ain’t rollin’oxy fours, come and go I’m lookin’for
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| Bustin’through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes
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| Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin'(…) boomerangs
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| Burbon with that (…) mane, with the gear mane, I ain’t playin'
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| I’m insane gone get you with that killin'
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| Murder, death, kill now I’m flexin’in your lexus
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| Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner
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| Then I holler at your women, turn the fire (…)
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| Foolish ass punk, makin’noise in my trunk
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| Tryin’to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps
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| Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel me Three for my pump, in the destine in the meanin'
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| Itchin’for a killin’nigga for I kill a man
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| Didn’t want to hit’em, but that bitch kept playin’with mine
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| As I tried to stop’em, but he kept on runnin’low
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| Killin’his ass before he got to the door
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| Nigga’s up in the (…) wait till Lord Infamous kick in the door
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| So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor
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| So get ultra and buck in this hoe
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| Bitches get (…)cause it’s going down right about now
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| Tearin’and riot (?) cause we comin’straight from the rowdy ass south
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| Crank up this bitch, shake like a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the
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| scale
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| Name was the Triple 6, end of the world we can enter this bitch (…)
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| Next time we gonna fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out
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| So people (…) like the war started and ended now
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| I’m takin’care of my motherfuckin’business, I ain’t goin’bitch
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| Nigga’s claimin’killa all the time but ain’t did shit
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| Flodgin’round town, talkin’about what you gonna do Knowin’if you step up to this pimpin’it’s a murder fool
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| Never try to dodge a nigga cause I let my nuts hangs, strapped
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| With the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the pain
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| Bring the game, nigga we gone get it on Smokin’motherfuckers in the night until the early morn'
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| Now it’s time to get buck wild, nigga’s on that Chris Style
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| While my nigga Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown
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| Baby come and get it crunk
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| What’s up, what you scared or somethin'
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| Loddy, doddy party fuckin’hardy till you fuck up somethin'
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| Fuck the fuckin police bitch, you can’t fade the Triple Six
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| Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this shit
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| We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real
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| Always smokin’scopin’motherfuckers tryin’to keep a meal, Big Baby
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| Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe
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| Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty more
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| Aimin’at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies
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| My words clearly, tom’s in so you can hear me You know the loco break the law but that was '95
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| Mystic Styles worldwide hoes realize
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| Chris got the mossberg but they ain’t dead yet
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| The Three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gettem' Crunk, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song Prophet's Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп