Текст песни Crooked Lettaz f Pimp C - Get Crunk
Crooked Lettaz f Pimp C - Get Crunk слова песни
(Pimp C-talking)Hold up, Sweet Jones, 64 dollar cologne bitchSmellin good, leather and wood, feelin on somethinKnow what I`m talkin `bout, check it out(Pimp C)Sweet Jones, in a foreign car, shinin like a muthafuckin superstarI`m sippin the bar, grippin the grainI got 17 karats in my piece a chainI been a young pimp nigga since I was a kidMama would be `shamed of all the things I didLike cookin the stones and bustin caps out the `romeI keep a chip in my phone and put key domes in ya homeI`m the trillest of the trill, you the fakest of the fakePussy-ass niggas in the club tryna playa hateWhile I`m standin here draped in diamondsI ride with made niggas, some choppin on blade niggasSurvive enemies, Mississippi get paid niggasThey lay ya lup in ya lap, and let the pistol dome clapAnd it ain`t all about this rap shit bitch niggaHandle the business with the muthafuckin chrome trigga(Chorus-Pimp C)Now if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunkNow if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunkNow get buck, now get buckAnd pop ya pussy if you don`t give a fuckNow if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunkNow if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunkNow get buck, now get buckAnd pop ya pussy if you don`t give a fuck(Crump)Sweet done analyzed the game, now he taught me the shitI get some golds in my mouth, platinum game I spitPimp done told me `Vel, these niggas ain`t nothin but hoes``You make most of ya cheese off production and shows`See it`s all good, lift up ya seat, don`t piss on the woodIf these niggas feelin froggy, let `em come to the hoodIt`s all gravy daddy, get crunk, get crunkTalk shit bitch, and get stomped, get stompedBig Crump in Baton Rouge and ?? in P.A.I hit moms with 10 grand, now I got money to makeI watch it bubble and shake, choppin lyrical cakesNiner-Ross on my side, for these busters and fakes(Chorus)(Kamikaze)Don`t ever talk to police, don`t let `em know just where you sleepAnd watch them killas `cause they creepAnd won`t believe that thugs get deepIf I said it then I did it, if I speaks it then I live itAnd early Christmas we gon` gets it, `cause me and C we `bout to spit it???? partner, but I`m not, tryna cypher what I gotTo get this shit, it keeps it hotThen sell it back to make this knotYou sons a bitches ain`t gon` last, tryna pocket all that hashCan`t even launder all your cash, `cause you gon` swander on some assI`m like pimps say, it`s hatin goin on in P.A.But shit them same hatin niggas is on them streets where I stayWe go from Jackson back Texas, want some action come and check usGot that love then come and bless us, think we soft then come and test usJust us trill southern niggas, you brought you that bouncin jumpSo on your left is Mr. Franklin, on your right is Mr. CrumpDump them niggas in the trunk, UGK smokin on skunkCrooked Lettaz ain`t no punk, we hit yo city, get it crunkAnd ain`t not pimp without no hoe, ain`t no show without my doughYou try to floss but know you poor, `cause you`s a rapper with no flowSo I`m a tell you out the door, ladies don`t look if you`s a crowNigga`s don`t speak if you`s a hoe, you got the sweet, nigga let`s blow and get crunk(Chorus) 2x