Crunk Muzik Lyrics

Crunk Muzik

(feat. Cam'Ron, Juelz Santana)



[Intro: Juelz Santana]

YEAH! EY! 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 a nigga you thinkin' bout harming me

Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck wit (yop)

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 (EY!)

Don't fool with the Dips (EY!)

You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (EY!)

When that gun with the clip in (what)

Start dumpin' and rippin' (yop)

At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (EY!)

You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (EY!)

I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (EY!)

Like here, take that, shake that, break that (ey..)

In half and please bring my cake back



[Chorus: (Juelz Santana) {Jim Jones} (repeat 2x)]

(You kow what the movements like)

(You know how movin', right)

(Move, cause we in the mood to fight)

{This is that get crunk move 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 (Gonnies!)

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 its all tato (TATO!)

Ok I know me some vato

Live the life movin' on patos (demelo)

Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it paco (meda)

I know one movin' someone usually know gone pop you (te matan)

This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m

If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets 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 movemets like)

(You know how me movin', right)

(Move, cause we in the mood to fight)

{This is that get crunk move bitch}

{Get drunk stupid (Killa)}

{High like (Dip-Set) space, .45 on waist}



[Verse 3: Cam'ron]

That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?)

This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who

Gats in the truck

Platt, platt, pass to a duck

I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the fuck (You owe me

money muthafucka!?)

Ya'll reppin' that 5 still

I'm reppin' that 5 mill

Neverland, Thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill (so what!)

Lets style a bit, Italian shit, 5 thou on fish

Show you how to get that powder shit

Filed the fifth, get out of it

I'm proud of it, its yo' turn, Jim so burned

Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm ($50,000)

And I keep heat, cause in these streets (what you hear?)

Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, 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 Lucccyy (what)

That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?)

I'm the 1 the rep the set

Left to left, death to death

You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched...

Killa



[Chorus: (Juelz Santana) {Jim Jones} (repeat 2x)]

(You kow what the movements like)

(You know how movin', right)

(Move, cause we in the mood to fight)

{This is that get crunk move bitch}

{Get drunk stupid}

{High like space, .45 on waist}