Текст песни Color Changin` Click f Rasaq, Yung-Ro, 5 - If Ya Crunk
Color Changin` Click f Rasaq, Yung-Ro, 5 - If Ya Crunk слова песни
[Chorus - Yung-Ro] (50/50 Lil` Twin)If you crunk (Put ya hands up)You got cash (Put some grands up)You got plex (Nigga stand up)Huh? (Bitch, and what?)--repeat 4x--[Rasaq]Mic, check testin`, testedspeakin` through the mic like firin` a wessonNever mind the violence I`m stressin`I`m killin` the beat in a dying secondIs it koopa?, try the secondTime, nah it`s ya hyness the secondTwin, get the nine and eject itNever mind, they might get infectedRather spit a rhyme in a secondGet ya goddamn mind correctedWe shootin` slugs, niggaz need hard hats to get they mind protectedNigga, my mind is hectidRo, rewind and editWas listening, but I didn`t get itSo throw`d, when I just said itNiggaz is extra phonyI dare you to test my homieRight hand missin` ya left is lonelywhen you lift it at testimonyTalk bread, not bolognaHot head, got the chromieWaist is gaining so much weight my legs is gettin` bonyMy bread `ll never dis-own meMy homies `ll never piss on meMy head `ll never go slowlyso them feds `ll never d-bo me, ya know me-G`Yeah, Uh, Rasaq on the block[50/50 Lil` Twin]-It`s 50Diamond piece hang beyond my scrotumAunt Jemimah mixed in my sodaTrigger happy pistol that stay lowthat perfect the fast flow, this is for HoganWill fast buck 60 or more manTop is gone, the car need rogaineKoopa, Rasaq, Twin and Ro` mayneTrickin` no cash, the waitress a hoe mayneWalkin` out, but not to the lotMy helicopter land on the roof I`m hotIf you think you hot, I make you think you notuntuck my chain freeze the whole damn blockGotta jackin` plot, better hold them glocksI throw bombs like war in IraqKe-Ke my ass think I`m lying I`m notMatter fact move around dude shake the spotI know that dough, cuz I know that flowI don`t mean to pulverize ya soulBut I know that hoe, gotta slide me lowTouch the paint and drown in the doorLemme find my flowI`m talkin` to fast, rewind me slowMy Aqua-Swiss blindin` yoThat`s Jacob watch kinda oldWhen I`m all alone, kickin` back on my rhymin` throneI`m not to be fucked holmesG`Yeah![Chorus - Yung-Ro] (50/50 Lil` Twin)If you crunk (Put ya hands up)You got cash (Put some grands up)You got plex (Nigga stand up)Huh? (Bitch, and what?)--repeat 4x--[Yung-Ro]Said it before, yall go on beef with usCuz we the only niggaz that`s beatin` usNew studio, now we leadin` upGettin` high, white-rugs my feet is upMy heat is tuck, my seats are buckI`m speedin` up, cuz they creepin` upGot police so them jackers maynetell em` competition we eat em` upI beat em` up, ball weave and duckStay on my game with a sleeper upGot bang that`ll wake them people upAnd I swang tryna make my speakers bustIn a range, better put that regal upYou ain`t keepin` up, you better move mayneI don`t mean to be rude maynebut stay away from my mood-swangYou claim you runnin` itwhat you think you run, we done with itOn a whole `nother level, mayne relax lay back have fun with itI`m one with it, in simple terms that means I`am the flowRasaq, Lil` Twin, plus Cham` and Rowe gon` make it so you don`t scan no moreSlam the door, pop the trunkraise ya hand if you got some crunkWho wanna be first, just hop in frontGotta glock and a pump, and alot of skunkI drop a punk, but he ain`t gotta be like thatSo chill relax and put ya hands upFor I pull out make ya put ya hands upNOBODY!, and what?-G`Yeah