| Song | Get Crunk |
| Artist | Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz |
| Album | Get Crunk, Who U Wit: Da Album |
| 作曲 : Leonard, Lewis, Smith | |
| 作词 : LEONARD, CEDRICK/LEWIS, JONATHAN/NORRIS, SAMMIE/SMITH, JONATHAN H. | |
| Once again up in that south from my motherfucking mouthand creeping up on y'all niggas like a motherfucking mouse | |
| Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens | |
| And shitting on you busters like | |
| I ate some bake beans | |
| Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits | |
| We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks | |
| Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunkand keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk[Chorus:] | |
| What, What [in background] | |
| Now drop dem bozs' on 'em [repeat 16X] | |
| Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the show | |
| Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming | |
| GA hoeFlipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round | |
| It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line | |
| Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes | |
| All these niggas what they made us from dem' boz and craters | |
| While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop | |
| Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop | |
| Southside just reckless, from | |
| GA to Texas | |
| And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus | |
| But it seem like the bigger | |
| I be, mo' figures | |
| I seeThe mo' hating niggas try me | |
| Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me | |
| Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me | |
| From a place called | |
| T-town be down in the south | |
| Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth | |
| And dump dump if ya' jump jump | |
| The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pumpthrough yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like | |
| BeakerAll the people out there hype as hell, | |
| I guess it | |
| Lil' Peter | |
| From T-town to | |
| Atlanta all the way to | |
| Savannah to | |
| AlabamaI be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner | |
| I can't stand a weak buster | |
| For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes | |
| Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz[Chorus] | |
| I can't afford bigger, how ya' figga'that you gone stop me from stacking six figures | |
| Now you hating on me, because my game so tight | |
| And could you be mad because | |
| I fucked ya' wife | |
| Well it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe | |
| I'm from the | |
| ATL player, wear that reckland ro' | |
| So stop talking all that shit, and trying to buck | |
| I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what's up | |
| Now ladies are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix | |
| Acting like they want, to lick on yo' shit | |
| Critizing, everything that you doand telling ya' who, and who not to screw | |
| Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and shit | |
| They go around sucking on every dope boys dick | |
| Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes | |
| You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'[Chorus] | |
| Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall | |
| And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all | |
| Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking | |
| Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking | |
| You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk | |
| Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from | |
| I'm from the | |
| GA baby, where freaks is shady | |
| Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily | |
| When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes | |
| And proceed to rock, from the front to the backwith the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack | |
| Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some loveand fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs | |
| Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'the beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on droppingfor my thugs[Chorus] | |
| Now right now | |
| I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me[Bridge:] what[until fade] | |
| That's how these motherfuckers die, they with the shit talk[repeat 7X] |
| zuò qǔ : Leonard, Lewis, Smith | |
| zuò cí : LEONARD, CEDRICK LEWIS, JONATHAN NORRIS, SAMMIE SMITH, JONATHAN H. | |
| Once again up in that south from my motherfucking mouthand creeping up on y' all niggas like a motherfucking mouse | |
| Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens | |
| And shitting on you busters like | |
| I ate some bake beans | |
| Buster me and me' s clicks, always making those hits | |
| We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks | |
| Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunkand keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk Chorus: | |
| What, What in background | |
| Now drop dem bozs' on ' em repeat 16X | |
| Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the show | |
| Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming | |
| GA hoeFlipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round | |
| It' s time lay it down putting it all up on the line | |
| Ain' t no love for haters, smoking doug' s potatoes | |
| All these niggas what they made us from dem' boz and craters | |
| While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop | |
| Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop | |
| Southside just reckless, from | |
| GA to Texas | |
| And next it' s gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus | |
| But it seem like the bigger | |
| I be, mo' figures | |
| I seeThe mo' hating niggas try me | |
| Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me | |
| Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me | |
| From a place called | |
| Ttown be down in the south | |
| Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth | |
| And dump dump if ya' jump jump | |
| The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pumpthrough yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like | |
| BeakerAll the people out there hype as hell, | |
| I guess it | |
| Lil' Peter | |
| From Ttown to | |
| Atlanta all the way to | |
| Savannah to | |
| AlabamaI be damn a club ain' t crunk in this manner | |
| I can' t stand a weak buster | |
| For all the freaks, hustla' s, to the clothes | |
| Y' all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz Chorus | |
| I can' t afford bigger, how ya' figga' that you gone stop me from stacking six figures | |
| Now you hating on me, because my game so tight | |
| And could you be mad because | |
| I fucked ya' wife | |
| Well it' s true, that' s the price nigga check that hoe | |
| I' m from the | |
| ATL player, wear that reckland ro' | |
| So stop talking all that shit, and trying to buck | |
| I' m popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what' s up | |
| Now ladies are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix | |
| Acting like they want, to lick on yo' shit | |
| Critizing, everything that you doand telling ya' who, and who not to screw | |
| Nasty hoes, that ain' t clean and shit | |
| They go around sucking on every dope boys dick | |
| Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes | |
| You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs' Chorus | |
| Now if the club packed y' all from wall to wall | |
| And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all | |
| Ain' t nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking | |
| Some haters off in there, but at least they ain' t macking | |
| You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk | |
| Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from | |
| I' m from the | |
| GA baby, where freaks is shady | |
| Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily | |
| When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes | |
| And proceed to rock, from the front to the backwith the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack | |
| Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some loveand fill a swishe up with bud for my g' s and thugs | |
| Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin' the beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on droppingfor my thugs Chorus | |
| Now right now | |
| I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me Bridge: what until fade | |
| That' s how these motherfuckers die, they with the shit talk repeat 7X |