Git Buck Git Crunk

from by Incoqnekro

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GIT BUCK GIT CRUNK FEEL DEM LADIES GETTIN DRUNK
GIT HIGH SAY FLY KILLIN FLOWS WHERE THEY LIE
GIT DOWN GIT LOW FEEL DEM BODIES HIT DA FLOOR
DO YO THANG LET IT RANG TOSSIN HATERS OUT DA DOOR

I'm a full bred, god damn, motherfuckin master
if you try to step up we put your body in plaster
bweigh don't fail to comprehend the powers at hand
why don't you drink some robotussin and start to understand
don't be scared of things less known to you
why don't you buck up on a nigga, give em the ol one two
and if he still tryin to fight well theres one last thing to do
that is to pull out da heat and let loose on his crew
feel one hundred bodies fall to the ground
they be takin and shakin and makin dat beautiful sound
and if you still standing tall well that's all dat matters
we gonna leave that sorry excuse for a crew in blood and tatters
once we done wit that we gonna git buck
get some free TVs right off the back of the truck
we gonna keep on ridin dirty and there aint no end in sight
just keep on livin for dat crunk and be dying for the fight
our women be yellin, rockets propellin, make a million cold hard from the drugs we be sellin
that's alright with me when i be down wit the crew
bring dat crunk down to the floor, represent what it do
we got these truths, that are made from surmising
and when they start takin from us it shouldn't be surprisin
our world is risin, sounds appetizing
time for all ya niggas here to start recognizin

the pussy, we ram it, the beer we slam it
pushin motherfuckas gettin crunk god damn it
the planes, demanded, radical islamic, when is yo punk ass gonna understand it
the punches, we landed, the game, we ran it, if you talkin shit then you gonna have to can it
because texas got dat screw, miami's got dat bass, memphis gettin buck, new orleans bounce in your face
ATL gettin crunk in this god damn place, so get dat archie bunker shit up out of my face
she got a big ol butt, bigger than jabba the hut, and it makes any god damn fuckin bitch look like a slut
I said damn!, give me thanks for who I am, the son of sam, you'll eat your balls outta ya hand
drinkin dat syzurp, makin everything slow, speed dat shit back up when we snortin some blow
get my nutsack rolled by some god damn ho, we'll do anything to make these niggas rock and roll
if you sell your soul, cause you lost control, make the devil let it burn, stop, drop, nigga roll!

I wake up, get outta bed, brush my teeth and GET IT CRUNK
While Im ridin down tha street yall thank its freaknik in my trunk
See this crunkness comes from within and it burns and it grows
until I get out on dat flo, and I start throwin bows
and I aint care I get it crunk, any time of da day
I wipe my booty wit yo money den I throw it away
and dont you pretend dat U buck, cuz U know U cant fake it
Da crunk'll run up on your soul, kick da door down and take it
And it dont git much more crunkified dan me and da crew
we gits it crunker dan Willie B. at de Atlanta zoo
and get high, get low, get L and get BOW
Make da bass hit so hard, dat da whole place break dey nose
ride the rythm taste the beat and catch da flow of da words
and grab yo ho and twist yo blunt and den get high like da birds
and when U see me on da street, call me his royal crunkness
and any disrespect Ill jack yo crunk and den leave you buckless
and you walk up da club wit a gold grill and leave tothless
its cuz deez ATL niggaz be dirty and ruthless
so if U don't think that U crunk enough stay out of the south
cuz incoqnekro keep it crazy represent SLAUGHTERHAUS

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from Incoqnekronomicon, released June 6, 2006

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