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Crunk Music - текст песни



Crunk Music


[Intro: (Juelz Santana): ]





YEAH! AY! Dip-Set bitch! Come on...





Black-out, lets do it...





Dip, dip-set!





Dip, dip, dip, dip-s





Dip, dip, dip, dip-s





Dip, dip, dip, dip


[Verse 1: (Juelz Santana): ]





Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy)





Diggy dang, the dons with me





Killa, he'll a nigga you thinkin' bout harming me





Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck wit (yop)





Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public





And me, Human Crack in the flesh (flesh)





I'm the last of the best (best)





One word to describe me (what!), spectacular, YES!





So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40 (.40?)





I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi





So don't fool with the click (AY!)





Don't fool with the Dips (AY!)





You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (AY!)





When that gun with the clip in (what)





Start dumpin' and rippin' (yop)





At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (AY!)





You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (AY!)





I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (AY!)





Like here, take that, shake that, break that (ay!)





In half and please bring my cake back


[Chorus:] (repeat 2x)





(Juelz Santana): You kow what the movements like





(Juelz Santana): You know how movin', right





(Juelz Santana): Move, cause we in the mood to fight





(Jim Jones): This is that get crunk move bitch





(Jim Jones): Get drunk stupid





(Jim Jones): High like space, .45 on waist


[Verse 2: (Jim Jones):]





This is that bang, bang, bang





To my hooligan, gang





While you movin' them thangs





And ya toolies go bang (silence)





Call me Richochet Rabbit





Cause I click and spray matics





And my niggas straight savage (Gonnies!)





Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (boom!)





'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) ground





In the hood he known as a Capo





To the goons and the heights its all tato (TATO!)





Ok I know me some vato





Live the life movin' on patos (demelo)





Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it paco (meda)





I know one movin' someone usually know gone pop you (te matan)





This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m





If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun





This that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoa





If you scared get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun)





This that uptop crunk





When the truck stop, dump





This where the bucks stop chump (dump, dump, dump)


[Chorus:]





(Juelz Santana): You know what the movemets like





(Juelz Santana): You know how me movin', right





(Juelz Santana): Move, cause we in the mood to fight





(Jim Jones): This is that get crunk move bitch





(Jim Jones): Get drunk stupid (Killa)





(Jim Jones): High like (Dip-Set) space, .45 on waist


[Verse 3: Cam'ron]





That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?)





This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who





Gats in the truck





Platt, platt, pass to a duck





I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the fuck (You owe me





money muthafucka!?)





Ya'll reppin' that 5 still





I'm reppin' that 5 mill





Neverland, Thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill (so what!)





Lets style a bit, Italian shit, 5 thou on fish





Show you how to get that powder shit





Filed the fifth, get out of it





I'm proud of it, its yo' turn, Jim so burned





Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm ($50,000)





And I keep heat, cause in these streets (what you hear?)





Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep (that's the cops)





And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva (a few of 'em)





And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever (nose candy)





So tell Lucccaay (what)





That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?)





I'm the 1 the rep the set





Left to left, death to death





You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched...





Killa


[Chorus:] (repeat 2x)





(Juelz Santana): You know what the movements like





(Juelz Santana): You know how we movin', right





(Juelz Santana): Move, cause we in the mood to fight





(Jim Jones): This is that get crunk move bitch





(Jim Jones): Get drunk stupid





(Jim Jones): High like space, .45 on waist






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