Lil John and Da Eastside Boyz Get Crunk Lyrics

Once again up in that south from my motherf**king mouth
and creeping up on y'all n____s like a motherf**king mouse
Stepping on these tracks like f__s and drag queens
And s___ting on you busters like I ate some bake beans

Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits
We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
and keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk

[Chorus:]
What, What [in background]
Now drop dem bozs' on 'em [repeat 16X]

n____ bozs' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these n____s what they made us from dem' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating n____s try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
From a place called T-town be down in the south
Where dem' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we b__p b__p and pump pump
through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be d___ a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes
Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz

[Chorus]

I can't afford bigger, how ya' figga'
that you gone stop me from stacking six figures

Now you hating on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I f**ked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price n____ check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that s___, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' f**ked up, now what's up

Now ladies are you tired of trick b____es in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to lick on yo' s___
Critizing, everything that you do
and telling ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and s___
They go around sucking on every dope boys d___
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'

[Chorus]

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' n____s is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the back
with the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat a__ sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you n____s some love
and fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
the beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
for my thugs

[Chorus]

Now right now I want all my hard n____s to follow me, follow me

[Bridge:] what
[until fade]
That's how these motherf**kers die, they with the s___ talk
[repeat 7X]