Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Crank it Up, artist - Webbie.
Date of issue: 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 |