[talking:] Uh uh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Get crunk (get crunk), get crunk (get crunk) Get crunk (get crunk), get crunk (get crunk) what
[Hook: Geto] Drinking, on that Hennessey Yeah you know, it's got to be me Get crunk lil' buddy, get crunk Get crunk lil' buddy, get crunk See we smoking on that doja, and we feeling so fine That we just, might lose our minds Get crunk lil' buddy, get crunk Get crunk lil' buddy, get crunk
[Daz:] I got a cup of mud, it don't have no seeds and no bud Yeah that's what I need, to get a nigga buzzed I does the damn thang, y'all can't hang I'm falling asleep off this drank, that me and my homie drank Give me two pints of that syrup, two pints of the swisha And mix it together, and assort the conditions Sprite me up po' me up, po' me up (po' up) All my motherfucking niggaz, throwing up (po' up) She's a girl that I love the most, Mary Jane Fuck it I'm hooked, so we just spark the flame Light the candle blaze it up, because we doing it right She got the kush she got the bomb, she got me high as a kite I roll it tight, inhale it with all my might Look at my eyes hypnotized, and done blind my sight Yeah I keep getting blunted, that's what I really wanted Bitch I ain't fronting, you got what I want
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[D-Red:] Yo I'm dipping, in my low-low Top down, on a spin going real slow Fuse box in the back, full of endo On a cloud in the town, that's how we play yo That's how we ball bro, yeah it's them boys and we back in the lane Aiming for your fitted cap, yeah slashing your fame For playing games, you got us fucked up and tucked up Now with this AK, make em raise up But on some playa shit, we keep it bossy homie Big Shots stay looking good, never phony Botany is the block, the block that stay crunk mayn We keep it cracking, cause we love stacking hell-a-change And sip Henn, by the cases Hit a few places, drop a few stacks in the hood to my aces And keep it gutter keep it real, cause I'm a team player And stay crunk at all times, full of Henn yeah
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[C-Note:] I'm from the spot, of the 4200 block Got the keys to my city, nigga check me out We be sipping sip syrup, but we call it lean When we say po' it up, you know what I mean And we got the finest girls, that you wanna see While they on my spot, live on TV Dancing like she on the video, C-Note and Daz Said she wanna get with us, stick it up the ass Got do' got dro, know we got flow Yeah we popped a few bottles, gotta pop some mo' You know us thugs, get crunk in the club You know you niggaz falling off, like you slipping in mud Don't want you niggaz round me, sniffing them drugs You playing with yourself, you'll be slipping in blood I'm still that boy, that put diamonds in your face I'm still that motherfucker, that ain't catch a murder case nigga
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[talking:] Yeah, the block that stay crunk at all times nigga uh C-Note, D-Red and Daz we up in here you know I'm tal'n bout Big Shots, 3rd Coast mayn we riding get crunk
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