Jim Jones - Crunk Muzik lyrics

(feat. Cam'Ron, Juelz Santana) [Intro: Juelz Santana] YEAH! AY! Dip-Set b**h! 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 k**a, he'll a n***a you thinkin' bout harming me Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to f** 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 sh** (AY!) When that gun with the clip in (what) Start dumpin' and rippin' (yop) At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamab**hes (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: (Juelz Santana) {Jim Jones} (repeat 2x)] (You kow what the movements like) (You know how movin', right) (Move, cause we in the mood to fight) {This is that get crunk move b**h} {Get drunk stupid} {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 n***as 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) {Jim Jones}] (You know what the movemets like) (You know how me movin', right) (Move, cause we in the mood to fight) {This is that get crunk move b**h} {Get drunk stupid (k**a)} {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, pa** to a duck I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the f** (You owe me money muthaf**a!?) Ya'll reppin' that 5 still I'm reppin' that 5 mill Neverland, Thriller, k**a Cam, Jackson 5 bill (so what!) Lets style a bit, Italian sh**, 5 thou on fish Show you how to get that powder sh** Filed the fifth, get out of it I'm proud of it, its yo' turn, Jim so burned Live b**h, 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 b**bi's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?) I'm the 1 the rep the set Left to left, d**h to d**h You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched... k**a [Chorus: (Juelz Santana) {Jim Jones} (repeat 2x)] (You kow what the movements like) (You know how movin', right) (Move, cause we in the mood to fight) {This is that get crunk move b**h} {Get drunk stupid} {High like space, .45 on waist}