8ball & Mjg - Get it Crunk lyrics

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8ball & Mjg - Get it Crunk lyrics

[Hook x2] Down South we like to get it crunk, get it crunk Get drunk as a skunk and get it crunk, get it crunk Every man and woman get it crunk, get it crunk Big Ball and G we get it crunk, get it crunk [Verse 1: Eightball] Calling all pimps and players We need to unite and get with other player-fakers Hardcore and ain't nothing gone stop that When it hit the streets, real n***as cop that Down south pimp sh** n***a you know Who got flow in the c**aine Benzo Preimro yeah fat mack that's me Chunky with nuts and chocolate like hershey Punk tricks wanna flex but the truth is Spage age pimping pay the motherf**in bills You wanna ride with the Suave House don't ya You wann f** with them hoes who don't even want ya Check my cup everytime it's full of hen dog Check my chick everytime she a ten dog Take it how you wann take while I break it down Orange Mound n***a this is how we clown [Hook] [Verse 2: MJG] Alright you show you got some yak in back let me check it Anybody scared to get down gone get neglected Champagne drinking a** n***as gone try to check it Real n***as drink it or not just gone just respected Any b**h who make big money gone get selected But all hoes who got big mouths gone get ejected Take yo a** back to the spot you rested I don't a f** cause you fine and big breastsed Or your brother crazy they say cause he been tested Or way back when you was a child you got molested We still getting crunk you know it that's why I stress Don't you see theat ring in your face it time to bless it But b**hes wanna ride my wood and try to peck it Crash all into my game and try to wreck it My game to dame deep trick you can't expect it MJG from Memphis to Houston, Texas [Hook] [Verse 3: Thorough] It's time to come fresh on these n***as cause I'm a blessed n***a Suave House n***a who want the plex n***a Nobody, move parties for a hobby Then lobby with the hotties and kick the lottie dottie you got me I'm a hard rapping cat southern mack born and bread With lyrics that would leave most dead, I'm so close to the edge That I could jump pop the trunk Shoot the pump BOOM and give these n***as what they want Hits for hardcore and soft a**es Hoopties to e-cla**es cups and blunt ashes I'm mashsin Down the track doin all the high hats Bustin at the ba** line where the treble at? f** with that Live at the show I make em clap And say go Thorough when they see me rap in fact I got the knack to make the whole place bump Grab a drank and don't thank as we commence to get it crunk [Hook]

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