Gette'm Crunk

[Intro: DJ Paul, Juicy J]

Ah yeah, y'all know what time it is

Tear the club up, boys back up in this motherfucker

Y'all know what time it is, we gettin' it crunk for the motherfuckin' '97'

Biiootch

Y'all can't handle this motherfuckin' shit

It's on for the '97 motherfucker

Nine nickel in two pennies

Ain't no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch

We finna do this motherfuckin' shit like thiis...

[Verse 1: Koopsta Knicca]

I ain't rollin' Ox and Vogues, chrome and gold I'm lookin' for

Bustin' through them club doors with the skimask on you funky hoes

Woodgrain Chevy thangs, Buicks with them boomerangs

'Burban with that fresh paint gleamin' with that clear mane

I ain't playin', I'm insane, gon' get you with that killin'

Murder, death, kill, now I'm flexin' in your Lexus

Stress me if you wanna, gonna follow around the corner

Then I holler at ya woman, turn the volume way up on ya

Foolish ass punk, makin' noise in my trunk

Tryin' to get his ass hurt, I'm in them curbs and them speed bumps

Thump, thump, thump, finna get him, can you feel me?

Three from my pump, finna blast him, and I mean it

Itchin' for a killin' nigga for a killin' mon

Didn't want to hit 'em, but that bitch kept playin' with mine

As I tried to stop 'em, but he kept on runnin' low

So I kicked him in my trunk before he got to the door

[Hook: DJ Paul]

Now if we gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk

If you ain't crunk or buck, what you gotta get the fuck

One fool caught himself hot and got the fuck off the floor

But I smoked his ass before he got to the door

We gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk

If you ain't crunk or buck, what you gotta get the fuck

One fool caught himself hot and got the fuck off the floor

But I smoked his ass before he got to the door

[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

Niggas up in the affinity can't wait till Lord Infamous kick in the door

So just elbow your way through the crowd

Stomp your feet on the floor, just get ultra like buck in this ho

Bitches get their wussy weak asses out

'Cause it's going rowdy right about now

Tearin' and riot and more cause the chaos

Cause we comin' straight outta the rowdy ass south

Crank up this bitch till it'll shake like a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the scale

Name was the Triple 6, end of the world, we can enter this bitch, so please raise plenty hell

Next time we gonna fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out

So people are afraid, like the war has started, the world's gonna end fuckin' now

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

I'm takin' care of my motherfuckin' business, I ain't goin' bitch

Nigga's claimin' killa all the time but ain't did shit

Flodgin' round town, talkin' about what they gonna do

Knowin' if they step up to this pimpin' it's a murder fool

Never try to dodge a nigga, 'cause I let my nuts hang

Strapped with the Smith and Wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the pain

Bring the game, nigga we gone get it on

Smokin' motherfuckers in the night until the early morn'

[Hook: DJ Paul]

Now if we gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk

If you ain't crunk or buck, what you gotta get the fuck

One fool caught himself hot and got the fuck off the floor

But I smoked his ass before he got to the door

We gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk

If you ain't crunk or buck, what you gotta get the fuck

One fool caught himself hot and got the fuck off the floor

But I smoked his ass before he got to the door

[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]

Now it's time to get buck wild, niggas on that crystal

While my nigga Paul and rowdy Chris head to Funkytown

Baby, come and get it crunk

What's up, what you scared or somethin'

Loddy, doddy party fuckin' hardy till you fuck up somethin'

Fuck the fuckin police bitch, they can't fade the Triple Six

Once they see how crunk we get it, they gone want to join this shit

We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real

Always smokin' scopin' motherfuckers tryin' to keep a meal, Big Baby

[Verse 5: DJ Paul]

Time to tear the club up, thugs back up in this ho

Nigga thought we was washed up, but we got plenty more

Aimin' at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies

My words are clearly for punks, so they can hear it

You know the loco "Break Da Law", but that was '95

Mystic Styles worldwide, hoes realize

Chris got the Mossberg, but they ain't dead yet

The Three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk

You bitch ass!

[Hook: DJ Paul]

Now if we gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk

If you ain't crunk or buck, what you gotta get the fuck

One fool caught himself hot and got the fuck off the floor

But I smoked his ass before he got to the door

Now if we gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk

If you ain't crunk or buck, what you gotta get the fuck

One fool caught himself hot and got the fuck off the floor

But I smoked his ass before he got to the door

Now if we gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk

Now if we gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk

Now if we gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk

Now if we gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk

Now if we gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk

Now if we gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk

Now if we gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk

Now if we gon' get it crunk motherfucker, we gonna get it crunk