Crank It Up lyrics

Artist  : Webbie 
Song : Crank It Up



 Send "Crank It Up" Ringtone to your Cell 

 Young savage i gotta give it to em 

Come on 

Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up 



Say hello to tha nigga 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 fuck wit nuttin but killas nigga i aint
bluffin 

The block hot like dat got damn oven my team got
weight we steaks yall chicken McNuggets 

Death right around tha corna comin for me it aint
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 pussywhole. man we had dat same
bitch at da six suckin dick doin tootsie roll


Mane yall lil bitches aint shit couldnt make 10
Gs if one of deez niggas gave yall a brick 

Yall fakin yall shit, imitatin my hits, im takin
ova what a nigga got to say about da shit 



[Chorus]

Stop playin man i hope you lil niggas ready i
heard da streets out hea yellin for webbie im
tellin you nigga stop playin 

Yall nigga betta get on ya shit 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 pussy bitch hold up 

Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up nigga 

Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up 



I'll leave one of yall lil rap niggas stankin
before this rap i was hangin 

What da fuck yall lil rap niggas 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 nigga dont change it up 

Yall pussy niggas hang it up hollin trill yall
aint 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 niggas freaks
jockin 

We been distributers so lets distrubt hits and
profits 

Im all real so aint no way in hell dey can stop
us 

Leave my niggas 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 aint lyin dat nigga
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 ass rees


Hard, soft, pills, weed, rain, snow, hail, sleet.


And i aint 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 nigga get crunk 

I aint shootin no curves no slurs straight pumps




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