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Crunk Inc. Lyrics

Artist: Crime Mob
Album: Crime Mob

Crime Mob
Crunk Inc. lyric

[Intro} Ay.Crunk Incorporated.We ain't takin nothin this year. We comin straight for you. We talkin bout getting crunk nigga.
**** that **** you talkin nigga. When I see yo ass nigga that's how **** gone pop off. This how **** gone go down from here on out nigga.So we gotta tell yall niggaz what the **** up. Cyco Black let em' know.

[Hook}**** that **** that you talkin[8xs]
**** that nosense nigga I'm outside,you got a problem wit my click I'm outside.I got my gun and my motherfuckin ride.We bussin heads so you bitches betta hide.

[lLil Jay]Man Crunk the motherfuckin I-N-C
??? and killer behind me.
Walk in the street wit Crunk and AD
So I tell that nigga to come and try me
Tell that nigga to walk my street
Watch me cock the back and let go
Comin up poppin easily **** nigga I'm a let his ass know he ain't nothin but a hoe
**** yo words ya words don't mean ****
All that talk will get ya ass sent
Beat yo bitch wit a baseball bat
I'm a ratta-tat-tat I'm a ask real quick
This real **** and I ain't playin games
ATL we mondo mang
Creep yo cats and beat yo ass
So **** that **** you talkin mang

[Hook]**** that nonsense nigga I'm outside
You got a problem wit my click I'm outside
I got my gun and my motherfuckin ride
We bussin heads so you bitches betta hide
**** that **** that you talkin[8xs]

[Princess]Yeah,bitch **** that **** that you talkin
go get yo click and start walkin
My crew thick so get off me
??? I got 40
Keepin its sease so don't test me
Hoe don't try me I stay ready
Yo shirt gone be something heavy
I snike yo ass like I'm Wesley
Got a fraul up my sofice so hoe lets take it outside
Rip off a tuck in my pocket I'm feeling wuk in my ride
Bussin heads is my specialty one like me you will ever see
Hoe you know I'm wit M.O.B. wanna buck its whatever G

[M.I.G.} Keep on poppin I'm a show you just how deep we are
Yall niggaz think yall tough we'll have you seeing stars
You thank you touchin Mars cause wee some assassist
Attackin blastin everywhere but that be **** talkin
So do not get smart bitch cause we runnin thangs
Ain't got no time for lames just bout that money mang
Just watch me spray some flames before we leave some ankle
I keeps it steamin the club and run off in the chamber

[Hook]**** that **** that you talkin[8xs}
**** that nonsense nigga I'm outside
You got a problem wit mt click I'm outside
I got my gun and my motherfuckin ride
We Bussin heads so you bitches betta hide

[Outro]Aight' continously until music goes off

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