Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crank it Up , by - Webbie. Release date: 04.07.2005
Song language: English
Crank it Up |
| Young savage i gotta give it to em |
| Come on |
| Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up |
| Say hello to tha nigga dat came from nuttin |
| Now i got boo koo whips boo koo chips boo koo clips im thuggin |
| Everywhere i go i get hoes my girl be buggin |
| And i fuck wit nuttin but killas nigga i ain’t bluffin |
| The block hot like dat got damn oven my team got weight we steaks yall chicken |
| McNuggets |
| Death right around tha corna comin for me it ain’t nuttin. |
| im out chea wit a |
| machine somethin dats green somethin |
| But i be clean as a whistle dou come on playa get ya hoe she tryin to kiss me |
| like we standin unda the missletoe |
| Bogaurdin dat pussywhole. |
| man we had dat same bitch at da six suckin dick doin |
| tootsie roll |
| Mane yall lil bitches ain’t shit couldn’t make 10 Gs if one of deez niggas gave |
| yall a brick |
| Yall fakin yall shit, imitatin my hits, im takin ova what a nigga got to say |
| about da shit |
| Stop playin man i hope you lil niggas ready i heard da streets out hea yellin |
| for webbie im tellin you nigga stop playin |
| Yall nigga betta get on ya shit or get you some bricks or get you a hit get |
| serious cuz im sayin the savage work to hard for dis imma get to da top of |
| Tha list regaurdless pussy bitch hold up |
| Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up nigga |
| Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up |
| I’ll leave one of yall lil rap niggas stankin before this rap i was hangin |
| What da fuck yall lil rap niggas thankin |
| While you was gettin ya grades up |
| I was gettin my change up a gangsta armed and dangerous |
| Dey tellin me commercial my flow but Bun B said no |
| Keep it gutta lil nigga dont change it up |
| Yall pussy niggas hang it up hollin trill yall ain’t us |
| Boo gave me a light and a mike told me crank it up |
| Partna i got ya you just chill and watch me take over dat streets and have dees |
| niggas freaks jockin |
| We been distributers so lets distrubt hits and profits |
| Im all real so ain’t no way in hell dey can stop us |
| Leave my niggas da blocks and get dis legal money poppin |
| And ride and smoke doja dat potion da top droppin |
| Da heat unda the seat rims spinnin all chrome |
| TVs fliippin Cell phone and i ain’t lyin dat nigga on |
| Im in da streets like dem yellow lines or a new SUV, Im in da hood all da time |
| like a burned CD |
| SOME g NIKEs or some Jays or some fresh ass rees |
| Hard, soft, pills, weed, rain, snow, hail, sleet |
| And i ain’t goin home until everythang gone it dont neva take long |
| I keep orders on my phone |
| Wit a sick click wit me wit a big clip wit me |
| Wit dat good white pretty big zip 650 |
| Im da eat on da streets a beast on da beats |
| Da puzzle to the peice dey need to make dis industry complete |
| Ill run it so neat, so fresh, so clean |
| I can go on any street no vest wearin bling |
| Im trill young savage i do my thing straight no king no prince no queen |
| And imma leave it right dea |
| Wish a nigga get crunk |
| I ain’t shootin no curves no slurs straight pumps |