Crank Up Da Dunk

[Intro:] Ay, mil, crank up da dunk! [Hook: Money Mark] Nigga crank up da dank Turn up the funk Nigga lift up the trunk Pull out the chomp Nigga roll up the funk Nigga blow out this skunk When you pull out da dunk Nigga lift up the trunk Nigga turn up the funk Nigga pull up the blunt Nigga blow out the skunk Then back to the bar [Verse 1:] Deep in seven duce-dos dogs Going to the club, coolin' with the thugs We gon rock, get high, hope to fly When we in the 305, we get live (Nigga What!) I'm looking for some ho to fuck I'm with my dawgs And we looking for some hole to fuck That's right, gon cop something We hit the studio with y'all something Them niggas can hate Before we clip the Glocks on em So stop fronting, you know what we all about We from the same, so you know what we all about It's like who the hell Get your money, get your hoes We gon put it down for our city You know how it is Nigga we loose and we all about I's Deep in the club, nigga all of us stars Get your beef, get your coke, get trees Get your tokens, get your keys [Hook] Nigga crank up da dank Turn up the funk Nigga lift up the trunk Pull out the chomp Nigga roll up the funk Nigga blow out this skunk When you pull out da dunk Nigga lift up the trunk Nigga turn up the funk Nigga pull up the blunt Nigga blow out the skunk Then back to the bar [Verse 2: Kase One] My attitude must be the justice Fuck you nigga, I'm quick to clown And we coming back from the {?} and shit Hoe nigga, Imma get you now When I come through, we in a circle I mean, whoever who in ya circle Money I do wanna dirty slime And these many times I got to alert All your homeboys about to bezerk And you're the reason nigga shout Miami Tours is taking a route for Miami We keep the hoe niggas out of Miami So bitches 'bout Miami [Bridge: Money Mark] Nigga crank up da dunk [Verse 3: Pitbull] I say kindness is for weakness These palm trees and blue skies Is to keep you outta town, nigga speechless Cause the last thing we need is leeches You leech ass niggas better stick to those beaches I'm from the city where the sun's hot Fuck sunblock, when them guns cock Fingers inch, trigger click, guns pop Oh and problem when them guns blaze They'll burn your ass a little more than sideways [Hook: Money Mark] Nigga crank up da dank Turn up the funk Nigga lift up the trunk Pull out the chomp Nigga roll up the funk Nigga blow out this skunk When you pull out da dunk Nigga lift up the trunk Nigga turn up the funk Nigga pull up the blunt Nigga blow out the skunk Then back to the bar [Verse 4: Money Mark] Let's take it to the streets, where young niggas like me Come through 7-3 lord draw in the breeze With a pocket full of cheese, trying get me a beat Pull up to the club on duces Only way you get in the front bitch, you best be elusive No more truce, and all those hoes Tryna get a nigga dough with some rabbit ass hands Do me favor, climb in the back of da dunk Let me pump up da funk, and hit your chin with my jaw Keep a tech in the trunk Lay back bitch, but the beat keep me crunk Come to your spot, two Glocks in the pump Nigga fuck what you need Imma give you what you want, how it gotta be Me in the dub late night by the robbery (by the robbery) [Hook: Money Mark] Nigga crank up da dank Turn up the funk Nigga lift up the trunk Pull out the chomp Nigga roll up the funk Nigga blow out this skunk When you pull out da dunk Nigga lift up the trunk Nigga turn up the funk Nigga pull up the blunt Nigga blow out the skunk Then back to the bar