Webbie - Crank It Up lyrics

Young savage i gotta give it to em Come on Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up Say hello to tha n***a dat came from nuttin Now i got boo koo whips boo koo chips boo koo clips im thuggin Everywhere i go i get hoes my girl be buggin And i f** wit nuttin but k**as n***a i ain't bluffin The block hot like dat got damn oven my team got weight we steaks yall chicken McNuggets d**h right around tha corna comin for me it ain't nuttin. im out chea wit a machine somethin dats green somethin But i be clean as a whistle dou come on playa get ya hoe she tryin to kiss me like we standin unda the missletoe Bogaurdin dat p**ywhole. man we had dat same b**h at da six s**in dick doin tootsie roll Mane yall lil b**hes ain't sh** couldn't make 10 Gs if one of deez n***as gave yall a brick Yall fakin yall sh**, imitatin my hits, im takin ova what a n***a got to say about da sh** (Chorus) Stop playin man i hope you lil n***as ready i heard da streets out hea yellin for webbie im tellin you n***a stop playin Yall n***a betta get on ya sh** or get you some bricks or get you a hit get serious cuz im sayin the savage work to hard for dis imma get to da top of Tha list regaurdless p**y b**h hold up Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up n***a Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up I'll leave one of yall lil rap n***as stankin before this rap i was hangin What da f** yall lil rap n***as thankin While you was gettin ya grades up I was gettin my change up a gangsta armed and dangerous Dey tellin me commercial my flow but Bun B said no Keep it gutta lil n***a dont change it up Yall p**y n***as hang it up hollin trill yall ain't us Boo gave me a light and a mike told me crank it up Partna i got ya you just chill and watch me take over dat streets and have dees n***as freaks jockin We been distributers so lets distrubt hits and profits Im all real so ain't no way in hell dey can stop us Leave my n***as da blocks and get dis legal money poppin And ride and smoke doja dat potion da top droppin Da heat unda the seat rims spinnin all chrome TVs fliippin Cell phone and i ain't lyin dat n***a on (Chorus) Im in da streets like dem yellow lines or a new SUV, Im in da hood all da time like a burned CD SOME g NIKEs or some Jays or some fresh a** rees Hard, soft, pills, weed, rain, snow, hail, sleet And i ain't goin home until everythang gone it dont neva take long I keep orders on my phone Wit a sick click wit me wit a big clip wit me Wit dat good white pretty big zip 650 Im da eat on da streets a beast on da beats Da puzzle to the peice dey need to make dis industry complete Ill run it so neat, so fresh, so clean I can go on any street no vest wearin bling Im trill young savage i do my thing straight no king no prince no queen And imma leave it right dea Wish a n***a get crunk I ain't shootin no curves no slurs straight pumps (Chorus)