Crunk Muzik Songtext

von The Diplomats

Yeah! Ay! Dip set! Come on
Blackout, lets do it
Dip, dip set
Dip, dip, dip, dips
Dip, dip, dip, dips
Dip, dip, dip

Now this here is that bomb diggy
Diggy dang, the dons with me
Killa, he'll kill a nigga you thinkin' 'bout harming me
Capo's corrupted he's wrong vato to fuck wit

Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public
And me, Human Crack in the flesh
I'm the last of the best
One word to describe me, spectacular yes

So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40
I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi
So don't fool with the click
Don't fool with the Dips

You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit
When that gun with the clip in
Start dumpin' and rippin'
At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summama bitches

You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum
I give a chick a hard brick and bubble yum
Like here, take that, shake that, break that
And have them please bring my cake back

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

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

This is that bang, bang, bang
To my hooligan, gang
While you movin' them thangs
And ya toolies go bang

Call me Richochet Rabbit
Cause I click and spray matics
And my nigga's straight savage
Penelope pump let off six whole rounds
'Fore one shell hit the ground

In the hood he known as a Capo
To the goons and the heights its all tato
And okay I know me some vato in the life on movin' on patos
Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it paco
I know movin' someone know we usually gone pop you

This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m
If it's 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

This that uptop crunk
When the truck stop, dump
This where the bucks stop chump

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

That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do
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

Ya'll reppin' that 5 still
I'm reppin' that 5 mill
Neverland, thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill

Lets style a bit, Italian shit, five thou-outfit
Show you how to get that powder shit
Filed the fifth, jet out of it
My proud of what is yo' turn, Jim so burned

Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm $50000
And I keep heat, 'cause in these streets
Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep
And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva
And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever

So tell Lucy
That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he
I'm the one that rep the set
Left to left, death to death
You'll get yellow-taped, outlined, etch a sketched

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

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