Who The Crunkest Lyrics

Who The Crunkest lyrics

featuring  Project Pat

{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
who the crunkest in this motherf**ker?
[folks on the right.]
who the crunkest in this motherf**ker?
[people on the left.](x4)

{Juicy J}
you know the time is tickin short, now im reachin for the vault 
grab them clothes that match the night, and them things they call they aunt 
yes a nigga know im quiet, if you don't talk they think your soft 
but I be quick to pull and blast and leave your body full of chalk
never talk cause when you talk these hoes be all up in your biz 
bring the word up where you livin, all the sh*t a nigga did 
hoe I ain't dentin a f**kin dinner roll, your bodies in the trunk 
cause sh*t some keys over seas, may the flour mix with funk 
I call the police 911 'Their's been a murder on my set.' 
and when they pull up on my set, we pop them things and then we jet 
on the low is how I keep it, if you want your blood to spill, 
run your mouth off in the street, and pull your gun to shoot to kill 
if you real if you realer than a motherf**kin gang 
on the block is where you hang, throw them motherf**kin thangs 
nigga drivin up the K. slangin rocks or pushin weight 
ghetto nigga from the south, ain't no law that we cant break

{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
who the crunkest in this motherf**ker?
[folks on the right.]
who the crunkest in this motherf**ker?
[people on the left.](x4)
who the crunkest(x7) in this motherf**ker?

{DJ Paul}
what you know about goin out, headin out, ridin out, down south 
findin DJ Paul with the gold and diamonds in his mouth 
ridin in the Rover with the boys and the broads in the cars behind me 
could you tell me how'd you find me 
Rolex hangin up out the window shiny as hell 
I must have gave myself away with my diamond bezz-le{bling} 
slang the Rover in the garage crankin up the Capris
time to check up on my tramps in the b-a-z(<-busy) week 
 
zone us hangin on corners slangin that marijuana 
hoe we been known since we been gone good since this early morn 
biggity-bust em dust em make em put plugs in donuts 
in my hood im like wassup with somethin that's on us 
groovin with the Hypnotized Camp Posse boys 
took my credit card, the Lexus, bought ten of them toys (ha, ha) 
I got you thinkin wishin you was thru with the Hypnotizers 
but facin failure you can get the club crunk like us

{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
who the crunkest in this motherf**ker?
[folks on the right.]
who the crunkest in this motherf**ker?
[people on the left.] (x4)
who the crunkest(x7) in this motherf**ker

{Project Pat}
knicky knack patty wack automatic ghetto bust 
some say they down but they shady so in glock I trust 
I shall bust if you in it man represent it man 
if its all about that yah that green then im wit it man 
understand where im comin from, out the ghetto slum 
Project Pat, Tear da Club up Thugs out here slangin drugs 
makin lame thugs bite the dust if they step to us 
ain't no need to cuss even fuss let that Ruger bust 
if you real you can keep it real never fake the deal 
if you gotta kill for your meal than you handle that 
in the street the gat is a tool used for regulatin 
poppin off lead at your hat when you violating 
incriminating eyes when you see me passin in my Lex 
haters in diguise don't you boot this killa do what it takes 
laid to rest must have been your time for you to clock out 
had a vest but you should have had your f**kin glock out

{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}
who the crunkest in this motherf**ker?
[folks on the right.]
who the crunkest in this motherf**ker?
[people on the left.] (x4)
who the crunkest in this motherf**ker?(x8)
who the crunkest(x7) in this mother-(x3)
who the crunkest(x7) in this motherf**ker?