Crank It Up Lyrics

Crank It Up lyrics

Young savage i gotta give it to em 

Come on 

Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up 



Say hello to tha nigga dat came from nuttin 

Now i got boo koo whips boo koo chips boo koo clips im thuggin 

Everywhere i go i get hoes my girl be buggin 

And i fuck wit nuttin but killas nigga i aint bluffin 

The block hot like dat got damn oven my team got weight we steaks yall chicken
McNuggets 

Death right around tha corna comin for me it aint nuttin. im out chea wit a
machine somethin dats green somethin. 

But i be clean as a whistle dou come on playa get ya hoe she tryin to kiss me
like we standin unda the missletoe. 

Bogaurdin dat pussywhole. man we had dat same bitch at da six suckin dick doin
tootsie roll 

Mane yall lil bitches aint shit couldnt make 10 Gs if one of deez niggas gave
yall a brick 

Yall fakin yall shit, imitatin my hits, im takin ova what a nigga got to say
about da shit 



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Stop playin man i hope you lil niggas ready i heard da streets out hea yellin
for webbie im tellin you nigga stop playin 

Yall nigga betta get on ya shit or get you some bricks or get you a hit get
serious cuz im sayin the savage work to hard for dis imma get to da top of

Tha list regaurdless pussy bitch hold up 

Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up nigga 

Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up 



I'll leave one of yall lil rap niggas stankin before this rap i was hangin 

What da fuck yall lil rap niggas thankin 

While you was gettin ya grades up 

I was gettin my change up a gangsta armed and dangerous 

Dey tellin me commercial my flow but Bun B said no 

Keep it gutta lil nigga dont change it up 

Yall pussy niggas hang it up hollin trill yall aint us 

Boo gave me a light and a mike told me crank it up 

Partna i got ya you just chill and watch me take over dat streets and have dees
niggas freaks jockin 

We been distributers so lets distrubt hits and profits 

Im all real so aint no way in hell dey can stop us 

Leave my niggas da blocks and get dis legal money poppin 

And ride and smoke doja dat potion da top droppin 

Da heat unda the seat rims spinnin all chrome 

TVs fliippin Cell phone and i aint lyin dat nigga on 



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Im in da streets like dem yellow lines or a new SUV, Im in da hood all da time
like a burned CD 

SOME g NIKEs or some Jays or some fresh ass rees 

Hard, soft, pills, weed, rain, snow, hail, sleet. 

And i aint goin home until everythang gone it dont neva take long 

I keep orders on my phone 

Wit a sick click wit me wit a big clip wit me 

Wit dat good white pretty big zip 650 

Im da eat on da streets a beast on da beats 

Da puzzle to the peice dey need to make dis industry complete 

Ill run it so neat, so fresh, so clean. 

I can go on any street no vest wearin bling 

Im trill young savage i do my thing straight no king no prince no queen 

And imma leave it right dea 

Wish a nigga get crunk 

I aint shootin no curves no slurs straight pumps 



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