Gettem Crunk Lyrics by Three 6 Mafia

Gettem Crunk Lyrics

    Ah yeah, y'all know what time it is
    Tear the club up boys back up in this motherfucker
    Y'all know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the motherfuckin' '97'
    Biiootch
    Y'all can't handle this motherfuckin' shit
    It's on for the '97 motherfucker
    Nine nickel in two pennies
    Ain't no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch
    We finna do this motherfuckin' shit like thiis...

    [koopsta knicca]
    I ain't rollin' oxy fours, come and go i'm lookin' for
    Bustin' through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes
    Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin' (...?...) boomerangs
    Burbon with that (..?..) mane, with the gear mane, i ain't playin'
    I'm insane gone get you with that killin'
    Murder, death, kill now i'm flexin' in your lexus
    Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner
    Then i holler at your women, turn the fire (.....?.....)
    Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk
    Tryin' to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps
    Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel me
    Three for my pump, in the destine in the meanin'
    Itchin' for a killin' nigga for i kill a man
    Didn't want to hit'em, but that bitch kept playin' with mine
    As i tried to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low
    Killin' his ass before he got to the door

    Chorus 2x

    [lord infamous]
    Nigga's up in the (..?..) wait till lord infamous kick in the door
    So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor
    So get ultra and buck in this hoe
    Bitches get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now
    Tearin' and riot (?) cause we comin' straight from the rowdy ass south
    Crank up this bitch, shake like a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the
    Scale
    Name was the triple 6, end of the world we can enter this bitch (...?...)
    Next time we gonna fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out
    So people (...?...) like the war started and ended now

    [juicy j]
    I'm takin' care of my motherfuckin' business, i ain't goin' bitch
    Nigga's claimin' killa all the time but ain't did shit
    Flodgin' round town, talkin' about what you gonna do
    Knowin' if you step up to this pimpin' it's a murder fool
    Never try to dodge a nigga cause i let my nuts hangs, strapped
    With the smith and wesson if i have to bring the pain, bring the pain
    Bring the game, nigga we gone get it on
    Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the early morn'

    Chorus 2x

    [gangsta boo]
    Now it's time to get buck wild, nigga's on that chris style
    While my nigga paul and rowdy chris head to funkytown
    Baby come and get it crunk
    What's up, what you scared or somethin'
    Loddy, doddy party fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin'
    Fuck the fuckin police bitch, you can't fade the triple six
    Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this shit
    We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real
    Always smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, big baby

    [dj paul]
    Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe
    Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty more
    Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies
    My words clearly, tom's in so you can hear me
    You know the loco break the law but that was '95
    Mystic styles worldwide hoes realize
    Chris got the mossberg but they ain't dead yet
    The three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk

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