Get Crunk
Lil' Flip, Young Redd, Lil' Ron, David Banner
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This for them niggas, ho ass niggas
Look at the niggas right next to ya
Look at em, is he real?
Is that nigga real?
Is that girl real?
Is that girl real?
UH!
He a ho (he a ho) he a ho (he a ho)
If that nigga owe you money, he a ho (he a ho)
She a ho (she a ho) she a ho (she a ho)
If that ho won't let you fuck, she a ho (she a ho)
He a ho (he a ho) he a ho (he a ho)
If he don't wanna sell you weed, he a ho (he a ho)
She a ho (she a ho) she a ho (she a ho)
If she don't wanna give you head, she a ho (she a ho)
They call me Thundercat, 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 the Jag
Jumped out the Jag, then I hopped in the Hummer
Guess what I dropped, underground's this summer
But get ready for the shit about to hit the air
And bitch you ain't smokin indo, so I don't care
He a ho (he a ho) he a ho (he a ho)
If that nigga owe you money, he a ho (he a ho)
She a ho (she a ho) she a ho (she a ho)
If that ho won't let you fuck, she a ho (she a ho)
He a ho (he a ho) he a ho (he a ho)
If he don't wanna sell you weed, he a ho (he a ho)
She a ho (she a ho) she a ho (she a ho)
If she don't wanna give you head, she a ho (she a ho)
Say Flip, look at all these hoes
Some are girls, but is niggas also
I'm tired of feelin tension, when walkin in places
Niggas is hatin, I'm fin' to hurt they faces
Change the paces, winnin the races
Money I'm makin, cookies a nigga bakin
Feelin my status, above average
Lil' Ron be ready, for all that static
We got automatics, nigga we still thuggin
Nigga we still hustlin, all the hoes still lovin
The way that we flowin, the cars that we drivin
The way that we hustle, that's the way we survivin
Goin to shows, goin to clubs
Ridin on blades, ridin on dubs
We from the South, we country as hell
Y'all smokin brown weed, we got that funky smell
The dro and the do-do, the blueberry indo
Ridin on low-lows, Flip got on the po-po
Step out, let me see your license
And your insurance, shit, naw
Cause you a ho (you a ho) you a ho (you a ho)
If the laws pull you over, he a ho (he a ho)
She a ho (she a ho) she a ho (she a ho)
If she want child support, she a ho (she a ho)
He a ho (he a ho) he a ho (he a ho)
If he fucked up your car, he a ho (he a ho)
She a ho (she a ho) she a ho (she a ho)
If she tell all your business, she a ho (she a ho)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Now I ain't never been the type, to be in love with a ho
Instead I'm tryin to leave out the club, with a ho
A basket case, I spit in a bastards 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 shoulda seen it comin like a psychic
Then it's back to the Benz, that's sittin on chrome men
Wavin at the hoes, yellin aight then
He a ho (he a ho) he a ho (he a ho)
If that nigga owe you money, he a ho (he a ho)
She a ho (she a ho) she a ho (she a ho)
If that ho won't let you fuck, she a ho (she a ho)
He a ho (he a ho) he a ho (he a ho)
If he don't wanna sell you weed, he a ho (he a ho)
She a ho (she a ho) she a ho (she a ho)
If she don't wanna give you head, she a ho (she a ho)
Get some more proceeds for me, that's just some cain
30 G's from robbin 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-pimpin, mayne fa sho
Comin down, grippin grain up on the do'
On the flo', man you slow, I'm not knowin that she's a ho
You give her all yo' feelings, she givin me all yo' dough
I'm shoppin all day, for Polo and Hydro
Weed green man, her pussy is what you need
I fuck her in her purse, she's givin you the receipts
She a ho
Now all the down South niggas, get crunk (get crunk)
And all the East Coast niggas, get crunk (get crunk)
All the West Coast niggas, get crunk (get crunk)
All the up North niggas, get crunk (get crunk)
All the Mid-West 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)
Whenever you see a ho, point em out, point em out
Whenever you see a ho, point em out, point em out
Even if you know a ho, point em out, point em out
Whenever you see a ho, point em out, point em out
All my Mississippi niggas, get crunk (get crunk)
All my Mississippi niggas, get crunk (get crunk)
All my Mississippi niggas, get crunk (get crunk)
YEA YEA YEA YEA
Naw for real though, Baton Rouge you know I'm talkin bout
Oklahoma, comin down you know I'm talkin bout
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