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• Get Crunk - Doobie Smoov
• Get Crunk - Lil' Jon
• Get Crunk - Baby D
• Get Crunk - Brokencyde
• Get Crunk - Lil' Jon & The East Side Boyz
• Get Crunk - Lil' Flip

[Doobie Smooth says "Get Crunk" in the background of the Hook]
[Hook: x2]
I'ma make my trunk pop,
I got 15's beatin down ya block
I'm smokin on killa green
blowin on green if you know what I mean
[Verse 1: Doobie Smooth]
who wanna Get Crunk,who wanna get high
who wanna drop 5 on the chocalate thai
hop in my ride tell me what you wanna spend
we can score a whole ounce and start off with
a ten,you can't forget the pineapple juice
and the jin back door that with the mothafuckin
hen,white cup purple drank and its filled to the brim
rollin with the H.A.W.K blowin twiny twin twin
lookin for a lil friend I can bang on the downlow
I wanna put my dick in ya mouth ya'll know
we blow up,roll up lean for real bout to hit the highway
in a clean Seville,I did a sweet in the bar
so its slow to burn I really ain't concerned
who or ya'll (??) I'ma make ya head turn everytime
I flip,keep a bald fat sweet
and some drank I sip now Get Crunk
[Hook x2]
[Verse 2: H.A.W.K]
Get Crunk,Get Crunk with the H.A.W.K
smoke a blunt pop trunk when you leave your
driveway,undela undela time to hit the highway
sippin syrup in Alexandria and listenin to (??)
by the way in my time of lyrical
blowed in Louisiana and my ice will freeze ya
I love to please ya if you a yella bone
we can smoke a whole zone get high and get gone
I'm ridin on Chrome
keepin on totin,keep my eyes open steadily
drinkin and smokin killa weed got me chokin
it must be hyrdo
regular weed I dont blow now thats a no no
in my six tahoe wide body hard top
twenty inches chop chop
and my paint flip flop
Doobie Smooth in the drop and we hoppin the scene
if you real Get Crunk,If you know what I mean,Get Crunk
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Doobie Smooth]
who wanna Get Crunk,who wanna get loaded
got purple pills and I'm bout to over dose e'm
side to side motion cloud nine floatin
fifteen dollars now moesha got me open
I be on the alchohol or pill
blingin the green Screens be fallin
cell phone callin
Southside ballin my shit never stailin
its screwed up click and Suicide records
now we all up in yo grill blowin big kill Louisiana,
Texas whats the damn deal a mac in my hand
drank in my cup R.I.P P-A-T and my cousin Peanut
and all my real souljas the game aint over
tryna come through in the candy range rover
I'm just keep smokin I'ma just keep blingin until
the whole mothafuckin world get there lean in
[Hook x2]
If you wanna Get Crunk with me
come ride with me
I'll po' up the lean you roll
the green Get Crunk with me

What, hey hey, it the kings of crunk
Bitch (bitch), Lil Jon (Lil Jon), Lil Bo (Lil Bo), Big Sam (Big Sam), hey (hey),
This shit right here for everybody that's proud of the motherfuckin city (yeah)
you proud of your mothafuckin' neighborhood (yeah) shit! (shit!)
Let's go,
Ohh what's this shit that you throwin' up, East side nigga,
Ohh What's the click that you represent, West side nigga,
Ohh what's this shit that you throwin' up, North side nigga,
Ohh what's the click that you represent, South side nigga.
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk
Wonderin' who am I, I'm bo hagon BME representer heaven sent a nigga who enter this cold as the winter,
step away from the top, step away from the block, step away from shootin' or gettin shot, bitch nigga
fuck that you buck we buck back, what you think we cut slack for some kind of tough cat,
just cause some nigga was dead, with the head leakin out, pink and red leakin out, now them feds sneakin out, nigga fuck it, we'll hop in the bucket and haul ass, you was mad cous I seen you was
we'll hop in the bucket and haul ass, you a snake cause I seen you was creepin' in tall grass,
I bust em all fast repeatedly, and heatedly tryed to make that
mothafucker leave imediately ima pimp I'm a gansta all the above and I'm worldwide
babygirl show me some love, we gon drank real good and decent bud bo hagon you don't give a damn
we don't give a fuck.
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk
You from the south side nigga represent that shit
You from the mid-west nigga represent that shit
You from that east coast nigga represent that shit
You from the west coast nigga represent that shit
Now throw your motherfuckin' click up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' boys up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' squad up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' sets up high in the sky
Get crunk in this bitch, shake your dreads in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, throw some bows in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, niggas start that shit
Get crunk in this bitch, niggas start that shit
Get crunk in this bitch, start pushing and shit
Get crunk in this bitch, run around in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, run around in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, start a mosh pit
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk
Now bitch niggas straight crunk
Its beena long time for a nigga to act the way
we actin'
I tell you what, its been a long time for a nigga
to act like the way we livin'
Well fuck us, shiat
(Straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk,
straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk,
straight crunk)
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck hoe
If your ass act up, we'll stomp that ass to the floor
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck hoe
If your ass act up, we'll stomp that ass to the floor
Pussy nigga, what what, pussy nigga, what what
Bitch nigga, what what, bitch nigga, what what
Pussy nigga, what what, pussy nigga, what what
Bitch nigga, what what, bitch nigga, what what
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,

f/ Lil C
* send corrections to the typist
C'mon- Get crunk, get crunk
You aint crunk yet (x 11)
So get crunk! Now get crunk, get crunk my nigga get crunk (repeat)
(Baby D)
I bet you thought we wasn't comin' but yes, I'm back
with some dubs on a chevy painted midnight black
Crankin this thang bringin that pain
That eastside bitch
Got em off tha chain bouncin, throwin bows -n- shit
Call me Eastside shawty, lil chopper toy if ya naughty
Get them fuck ass niggaz off me
Because they like?
Still down with Decatur, Motrail and Macafee
? Caliroll, Glenwood we too deep
Like Troy we been ready? On them thangs
Throwin Eastside on the brain on them puss ass lames
See that E-A-S-T-S-I-D-E, we be droppin them niggaz
Westside we choppin them niggaz
In the club, eastside be the crunkest throw yo mothafuckin "E"s up
If they aint jumpin with you then crank they ass up
So I told them bitches bout fuckin with us
Cuz them Eastside niggaz don't give a fuck
So get crunk, get crunk, now get crunk my nigga get crunk(x5)
(Lil C)
We them niggas that run through houses that hit you for some?
Got connections pushin keys
Shit way for oversea (?)
Westside niggaz poppin slugs
We dem niggaz ride dubs
We dem niggaz keep it crunk
Bustin eads off in tha clubs
See my niggaz carry choppas
Lookin? we gon' drop em
We gon cock it, lock it, pop it, lookin back tryin to stop it
? Benthill, check out that we been real, bankhood crunk
to highway roll, we carry hoe niggaz kill
Huh so what you really know bout my side
We act a fool in every club waitin for a nigga to shine
Rolled up, jumpin out dem benzo's, 20 inchlarenzo's(?)
Who it be, Lil C.Hoe im from the westside that best side
you know they all know me
From Zone 1 to Zone 3
Eastside they can't hold me
Get Crunk
C'mon- Get crunk, get crunk
You aint crunk yet (x 11)

Lets Go!
Chorus
[If yous down motha fucka then throw your hands up
Get loose in the club were gonna tear the party up
Get Crunk! Get Crunk! x4] x2
Ahh!
Get Crunk! Get Crunk!
Act a fool up in the club gonna you goin get fucked up
Throw your fist up! What! x4
Right now!
Get fucked! Get fucked!
Start a fight up in the club represent where you're from
put your clicks up! What! x4
[Everybody's in the club right now!
With the Cristal bottles up right like ohhh!
Get crunk in the party right now
Lets break the rules yeah] x2
[chorus]
If you ain't a down motha fucka then go back home
Get crunk up in the club
Poppin bottles of patron
Get drunk! x6
Sippin bottles of patron
Get loose get laid fuckin bitches' everyday bc13 and you know where here to stay
These hoes x2 are always blowing up my phone
When I walk up in the club they goin now I'm in the zone
[Everybody's in the club right now!
With the Cristal bottles up right like ohhh!
Get crunk in the party right now
Let's break the rules yeah] x2
[chorus]
Yeah!!
All you motha fuckin brizzles to get off the flizzle and to start fuckin dizzles
Fishizzle my nizzle got these fuckin brizzles all up in my mizzle like a fuckin grizzle
Get off my grizzle girl
You got all these fuckin hoes all up in my face
Shut the fuck up with that shit
Lets put your motha fuckin crowns up
Fishizzle like this
put your motha fuckin crowns up! What!
Put your crowns up x6 what! x6
Now put your motha fuckin crowns up! What!
Put your crowns up! What! x6
Put your mother crowns up!
[chorus]
Get your drunk on
Get your drunk on girl!
Get your drunk on!
Go get your drunk on girl!
Get your drunk on!
Get your drunk on!
Get crunk now!
Now get your crunk on!
Go get your crunk on girl!
Get your crunk on!
Go get your crunk on girl!
Go! Get crunk now!
Get! Your! Crunk! On!
With your crunk juice
Get! Your! Crunk! On!
With your motha fuckin crunk juice
Get your crunk on let's go!
Get your crunk on let's go!
Get your crunk on let's go!
Get your crunk on!

Once again up in that south from my motherfucking mouth
and creeping up on y'all niggas like a motherfucking mouse
Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens
And shitting on you busters like I ate some bake beans
Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits
We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk
[Chorus:]
What, What [in background]
Now drop dem bozs' on 'em [repeat 16X]
Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating niggas try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
From a place called T-town be down in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes
Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz
[Chorus]
I can't afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what's up
Now ladies are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Critizing, everything that you do
and telling ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and shit
They go around sucking on every dope boys dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'
[Chorus]
Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some love
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
for my thugs
[Chorus]
Now right now I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me
[Bridge:] what
[until fade]
That's how these motherfuckers die, they with the shit talk
[repeat 7X]

ft./ Lil' Ron, Redd, David Banner
[Lil' Flip talking]
For the hoe ass niggas
This for the niggas, hoe ass niggas
Look at the nigga right next to you, look at him
Is he real, is that nigga real, is that girl real
Is that girl real, huh
[Chorus 1]
He a hoe, he a hoe, He a hoe, he a hoe
If that nigga owe you money, He a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, She a hoe, she a hoe
If that hoe won't let you fuck, She a hoe, she a hoe
He a hoe, he a hoe, He a hoe, he a hoe
If he don't wanna sell you weed, He a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, She a hoe, she a hoe
If she don't wanna give you head, She a hoe, she a hoe
[Lil' Flip]
They call me Thunder Cat, cause I got so many hoes
They call me cookie man, cause I sold so many o's
Did a lot of shows, made a lot of cash
Slid out the Benz, jumped in a jag
Jumped out the Jag, then I hopped in a Hummer
Guess what I drop, underground this summer
But get ready, for the shit about to hit the air
And bitch you ain't smoking endo, so I don't care
[Chorus 1]
[Lil Ron]
Say Flip, look at all these hoes
Some are girls, but its niggas also
I'm tired of fellin tention, when walking in places
Niggas is hating, I'm fin to hurt they faces
Change the paces, winning the races
Money I'm making, cookies a nigga baking
Feeling my status, above average
Lil Ron be ready for all that static
[Lil' Flip]
We got automatics, nigga we still thuggin'
Nigga we still hustlin', all the hoes still loving
The way that we flowing, the cars that we driving
The way that we hustle, that's the way we surviving
Going to shows, going to clubs
Riding on Blaze, riding on Dubs
We from the south, we country as hell
Y'all smoking that brown weed, we got that funky smell
The dro and the do-do, the blueberry endo
Riding on low-lows (Flip there go the po-pos)
Step out, let me see your license
And your insurance (nah, cause)
[Chorus 2]
You a hoe, you a hoe, You a hoe, you a hoe
If the laws pull you over, He a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, She a hoe, she a hoe
If she want child support, She a hoe, she a hoe
He a hoe, he a hoe, He a hoe, he a hoe
If he fucked up your car, He a hoe, he a hoe
She a hoe, she a hoe, She a hoe, she a hoe
If she tear up your Bentley She a hoe, she a hoe
[Redd]
I ain't never been the type, to be in love with a hoe
Instead I'm trying to leave, out the club with a hoe
A basket case, I spit in a bastard's face
Walk in, crash the party, and trash the place
Fuck it I tried to tell em, some niggas wouldn't like it
Too bad, you should of seen it coming like a psychic
Then its, back to the Benz that's sitting on chrome men
Waving at the hoes, yelling aiight then
[Chorus 1]
[David Banner]
Ki's from over seas, for me that's just some cain
30 g's and robbing lanes, that's just some change
Bows from them hoes, you know, that's just them thangs
Listen to my pimp game, listen to my pimp game
Yeah fuck em, my nuts let em suck em and let em go
Mississippi, p-p-p-pimping, mayne fa sho
Coming down, gripping grain up on the do'
On the flo man you slow, and not knowing that she's a hoe
You give her all your feelings, she giving me all your do'
I'm shopping all day, for Polo and hydro
Weed greed man, her pussy is what you need
I'll fuck her in the puss, she giving you all them seeds
[Lil' Flip]
All my down south niggas get crunk (get crunk)
And all my eastcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All the westcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All the up North niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All the midwest niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All the K.C. niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All the H-Town niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All the Pensacola niggas get crunk (get crunk)
[Redd]
Whenever you see a hoe, point em out (point em out)
Whenever you see a hoe, point em out (point em out)
Even if you know a hoe, point em out (point em out)
Whenever you see a hoe, point em out (point em out)
[David Banner]
All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk)
All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk)
[David Banner talking]
That's all I know my nigga, nah for real though
Baton Rouge, you know I'm talkin bout
Oklahoma coming down and L.A.