Crunk Muzik

[Intro: Juelz Santana] Yeah! Ay! Dip-Set! Come on Black-out, lets do it Dip, dip-set! Dip, dip, dip, dip-s Dip, dip, dip, dip-s Dip, dip, dip, dip [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Now this here is that bomb diggy (Diggy) Diggy dang, the dons with me Killa, he'll kill a nigga you thinkin' bout harming me Capo's corrupted (Yup), he's the wrong vato to fuck with (Yup) Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public And me, Human Crack in the flesh (Flesh) I'm the last of the best (Best) One word to describe me (What?) – spectacular, yes So stay calm, shorty, when you see that palmed .40 (.40?) I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi So don't fool with the click (Ayy) Don't fool with the Dips (Ayy) You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (Ayy) When that gun with the clip in (What) Start dumpin' and rippin' (Yup) At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (Ayy) You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (Ayy) I give a chick a hard brick and Bubble-Yum (Ayy) Like "Here, take that, shake that, break that" (Ayy) "In half, and please bring my cake back" [Chorus: Juelz Santana & Jim Jones] You know what the movement's like You know how we movin', right Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk music, bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, .45 on waist You know what the movement's like You know how we movin', right Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk music, bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, .45 on waist [Verse 2: Jim Jones] This is that bang, bang, bang To my hooligan, gang While you movin' them thangs And ya toolies go bang (Silence) Call me Richochet Rabbit 'Cause I click and spray 'matics And my niggas straight savage (Goonies) Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (Boom) 'Fore (Boom!) one (Boom!) shell (Boom!) hit (Boom!) the (Boom!) ground In the hood, he known as a Capo To the goons and the Heights, it's all tato (TATO!) And okay, I know me some vato In the life on movin' on patos (Dimelo) Okay, muchacho, they told me that you got it, Paco (Mira) "I no movin'," someone know we usually gone pop you (Te matan) This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m If its crime, let's have fun, let's have fun, let's have fun This that O-trizzy-1, triple O, whoa, whoa If you scared, get ya gun (Get ya gun, get ya gun) This that uptop crunk When the truck stop, dump This where the bucks stop, chump (Dump, dump, dump) [Chorus: Juelz Santana & Jim Jones] You know what the movement's like You know how we movin', right Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk music, bitch Get drunk stupid (Killa, Dipset, let's go) High like space, .45 on waist [Verse 3: Cam' Ron] Yo, that rooty tooty fruity Louie, what I usually do (What's this?) This that jump, stop, breathe, hootie-hoo Gats in the truck Platt, platt, pass to a duck I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat – what the fuck? Ya'll reppin' that 5 still I'm reppin' that 5 mill Neverland, Thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill (So what!) Let's style a bit, Italian shit, five thou' outfit Show you how to get that powder shit Filed the fifth, jet out of it I'm proud of what is yo' turn, Jim so burned Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glow worm ($50,000) And I keep heat, 'cause in these streets (What you hear?) Just hear "woop, woop, wamp, wamp, beep, beep" (That's the cops) And you rumble – never. Me? Hit a humble diva (A few of 'em) And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever (Nose candy) So tell Lucccy (what) That her boobi's, loco; Cookie Monster, who he (Who am I?) I'm the one the rep the Set Left to left, death to death You'll get yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched Killa [Chorus: Juelz Santana & Jim Jones] You know what the movement's like You know how we movin', right Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk music, bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, .45 on waist You know what the movement's like You know how we movin', right Move, 'cause we in the mood to fight This is that get crunk music, bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, .45 on waist