Who The Crunkest Lyrics by Tear Da Club Up Thugs

Who The Crunkest Lyrics

    {lord infamous [dj paul]}
    Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
    [folks on the right.]
    Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
    [people on the left.](x4)

    {juicy j}
    You know the time is tickin short, now im reachin for the vault
    Grab them clothes that match the night, and them things they call they aunt
    Yes a nigga know im quiet, if you don't talk they think your soft
    But i be quick to pull and blast and leave your body full of chalk
    Never talk cause when you talk these hoes be all up in your biz
    Bring the word up where you livin, all the shit a nigga did
    Hoe i ain't dentin a fuckin dinner roll, your bodies in the trunk
    Cause shit some keys over seas, may the flour mix with funk
    I call the police 911 "their's been a murder on my set."
    And when they pull up on my set, we pop them things and then we jet
    On the low is how i keep it, if you want your blood to spill,
    Run your mouth off in the street, and pull your gun to shoot to kill
    If you real if you realer than a motherfuckin gang
    On the block is where you hang, throw them motherfuckin thangs
    Nigga drivin up the k. slangin rocks or pushin weight
    Ghetto nigga from the south, ain't no law that we cant break

    {lord infamous [dj paul]}
    Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
    [folks on the right.]
    Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
    [people on the left.](x4)
    Who the crunkest(x7) in this motherfucker?

    {dj paul}
    What you know about goin out, headin out, ridin out, down south
    Findin dj paul with the gold and diamonds in his mouth
    Ridin in the rover with the boys and the broads in the cars behind me
    Could you tell me how'd you find me
    Rolex hangin up out the window shiny as hell
    I must have gave myself away with my diamond bezz-le{bling}
    Slang the rover in the garage crankin up the capris
    Time to check up on my tramps in the b-a-z(<-busy) week
    Zone us hangin on corners slangin that marijuana
    Hoe we been known since we been gone good since this early morn
    Biggity-bust em dust em make em put plugs in donuts
    In my hood im like wassup with somethin that's on us
    Groovin with the hypnotized camp posse boys
    Took my credit card, the lexus, bought ten of them toys (ha, ha)
    I got you thinkin wishin you was thru with the hypnotizers
    But facin failure you can get the club crunk like us

    {lord infamous [dj paul]}
    Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
    [folks on the right.]
    Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
    [people on the left.] (x4)
    Who the crunkest(x7) in this motherfucker

    {project pat}
    Knicky knack patty wack automatic ghetto bust
    Some say they down but they shady so in glock i trust
    I shall bust if you in it man represent it man
    If its all about that yah that green then im wit it man
    Understand where im comin from, out the ghetto slum
    Project pat, tear da club up thugs out here slangin drugs
    Makin lame thugs bite the dust if they step to us
    Ain't no need to cuss even fuss let that ruger bust
    If you real you can keep it real never fake the deal
    If you gotta kill for your meal than you handle that
    In the street the gat is a tool used for regulatin
    Poppin off lead at your hat when you violating
    Incriminating eyes when you see me passin in my lex
    Haters in diguise don't you boot this killa do what it takes
    Laid to rest must have been your time for you to clock out
    Had a vest but you should have had your fuckin glock out

    {lord infamous [dj paul]}
    Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
    [folks on the right.]
    Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
    [people on the left.] (x4)
    Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?(x8)
    Who the crunkest(x7) in this mother-(x3)
    Who the crunkest(x7) in this motherfucker?

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