Crunk Inc. lyrics

Artist  : Crime Mob 
Song : Crunk Inc.



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Crunk Inc. lyric



[Intro} Ay.Crunk Incorporated.We ain't takin
nothin this year. We comin straight for you. We
talkin bout getting crunk nigga.

**** that **** you talkin nigga. When I see yo
ass nigga that's how **** gone pop off. This how
**** gone go down from here on out nigga.So we
gotta tell yall niggaz what the **** up. Cyco
Black let em' know.



[Hook}**** that **** that you talkin[8xs] 

**** that nosense nigga I'm outside,you got a
problem wit my click I'm outside.I got my gun and
my motherfuckin ride.We bussin heads so you
bitches betta hide.



[lLil Jay]Man Crunk the motherfuckin I-N-C

??? and killer behind me.

Walk in the street wit Crunk and AD

So I tell that nigga to come and try me

Tell that nigga to walk my street

Watch me cock the back and let go

Comin up poppin easily **** nigga I'm a let his
ass know he ain't nothin but a hoe

**** yo words ya words don't mean ****

All that talk will get ya ass sent

Beat yo bitch wit a baseball bat

I'm a ratta-tat-tat I'm a ask real quick

This real **** and I ain't playin games

ATL we mondo mang

Creep yo cats and beat yo ass

So **** that **** you talkin mang



[Hook]**** that nonsense nigga I'm outside

You got a problem wit my click I'm outside

I got my gun and my motherfuckin ride

We bussin heads so you bitches betta hide

**** that **** that you talkin[8xs]



[Princess]Yeah,bitch **** that **** that you
talkin 

go get yo click and start walkin

My crew thick so get off me

??? I got 40

Keepin its sease so don't test me

Hoe don't try me I stay ready

Yo shirt gone be something heavy

I snike yo ass like I'm Wesley

Got a fraul up my sofice so hoe lets take it
outside

Rip off a tuck in my pocket I'm feeling wuk in my
ride

Bussin heads is my specialty one like me you will
ever see

Hoe you know I'm wit M.O.B. wanna buck its
whatever G



[M.I.G.} Keep on poppin I'm a show you just how
deep we are

Yall niggaz think yall tough we'll have you
seeing stars

You thank you touchin Mars cause wee some
assassist

Attackin blastin everywhere but that be ****
talkin

So do not get smart bitch cause we runnin
thangs

Ain't got no time for lames just bout that money
mang

Just watch me spray some flames before we leave
some ankle

I keeps it steamin the club and run off in the
chamber



[Hook]**** that **** that you talkin[8xs}

**** that nonsense nigga I'm outside

You got a problem wit mt click I'm outside

I got my gun and my motherfuckin ride

We Bussin heads so you bitches betta hide



[Outro]Aight' continously until music goes off