Three 6 Mafia - Gette'm Crunk Lyrics
Ah yeah, yall know what time it isTear the club up boys back up in this mother*****erYall know what time it is, we gettin it crunk for the mother*****in 97BiiootchYall cant handle this mother*****in shitIts on for the 97 mother*****erNine nickel in two penniesAint no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootchWe finna do this mother*****in shit like thiis...[koopsta knicca]I aint rollin oxy fours, come and go Im lookin forBustin through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoesWood grain chevy thangs, hearin (...? ...) boomerangsBurbon with that (..? ..) mane, with the gear mane, I aint playinIm insane gone get you with that killinMurder, death, kill now Im flexin in your lexusStretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the cornerThen I holler at your women, turn the fire (.....? .....)Foolish ass punk, makin noise in my trunkTryin to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumpsThump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel meThree for my pump, in the destine in the meaninItchin for a killin nigga for I kill a manDidnt want to hitem, but that ***** kept playin with mineAs I tried to stopem, but he kept on runnin lowKillin his ass before he got to the doorChorus 2x[lord infamous]Niggas up in the (..? ..) wait till lord infamous kick in the doorSo just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floorSo get ultra and buck in this hoe*****es get (...? ...)cause its going down right about nowTearin and riot (? ) cause we comin straight from the rowdy ass southCrank up this *****, shake like a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up theScaleName was the triple 6, end of the world we can enter this ***** (...? ...)Next time we gonna ***** up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break outSo people (...? ...) like the war started and ended now[juicy j]Im takin care of my mother*****in business, I aint goin *****Niggas claimin killa all the time but aint did shitFlodgin round town, talkin about what you gonna doKnowin if you step up to this pimpin its a murder foolNever try to dodge a nigga cause I let my nuts hangs, strappedWith the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the painBring the game, nigga we gone get it onSmokin mother*****ers in the night until the early mornChorus 2x[gangsta boo]Now its time to get buck wild, niggas on that chris styleWhile my nigga paul and rowdy chris head to funkytownBaby come and get it crunkWhats up, what you scared or somethinLoddy, doddy party *****in hardy till you ***** up somethin***** the *****in police *****, you cant fade the triple sixOnce they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this shitWe gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin realAlways smokin scopin mother*****ers tryin to keep a meal, big baby[dj paul]Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoeNigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty moreAimin at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of penniesMy words clearly, toms in so you can hear meYou know the loco break the law but that was 95Mystic styles worldwide hoes realizeChris got the mossberg but they aint dead yetThe three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk
