Juicy J - Gette'm Crunk lyrics

[Intro] Ah yeah, y'all know what time it is Tear the club up boys back up in this motherf**er Y'all know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the motherf**in' '97' Biiootch Y'all can't handle this motherf**in' sh** It's on for the '97 motherf**er Nine nickel in two pennies Ain't no toms was a n***a words clearly biiootch We finna do this motherf**in' sh** like thiis... [Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca] I ain't rollin' Ox and Vogues Chrome and gold I'm lookin' for Bustin' through them club doors With the skimask on you funky hoes Woodgrain chevy thangs B-i-ricks with them boomerangs 'Burban with that fresh paint gleemin' with that (?) mane I ain't playin' I'm insane gone get you with that k**in' Murder, d**h, k** 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 way up on ya Foolish a** punk, makin' noise in my trunk Tryin' to get his a** hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel me Three for my pump, I'mma blast him in the meanin' Itchin' for a k**in' n***a for I k** a man Didn't want to hit'em, but that b**h kept playin' with mine As I tried to stop'em, but he kept on runnin' low k**in' his a** before he got to the door [Hook (x2)] We gon' get it crunk motherf**er, we gonna get it crunk If you ain't crunk or buck why you gotta get the f** One fool got off the floor But I smoked his a** before he got to the door [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] n***a'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 ho b**hes get (...?...)cause it's going down right about now Tearin' and riot (?) cause chaos Cause we comin' straight from the rowdy a** south Crank up this b**h, shake like a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the scale Name was the Triple 6, end of the world we can enter this b**h (?) raise plenty hell Next time we gonna f** up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out So people (...?...) like the war started and ended now [Verse 3: Juicy J] I'm takin' care of my motherf**in' business, I ain't goin' b**h n***a's claimin' k**a all the time but ain't did sh** 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 n***a 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, n***a we gone get it on Smokin' motherf**ers in the night until the early morn' Chorus 2x [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] Now it's time to get buck wild, n***a's on that crystal While my n***a Paul and rowdy Chris head to funkytown Baby come and get it crunk What's up, what you scared or somethin' Loddy, doddy party f**in' hardy till you f** up somethin' f** the f**in police b**h, they can't fade the Triple Six Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this sh** We gone get it crunk, n***a keep it crunk, stayin real Always smokin' scopin' motherf**ers tryin' to keep a meal, Big Baby [Verse 5: DJ Paul] Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this ho n***a thought we was washed up but we got plenty more Aimin' at your a**, 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