| Lyrics: | Hook
And thats how we keep it crunk, from the club to the streets
To the two door capri,
crunk out with the beat
We shakin hoes off, cut em up like a slab
Then hit the studio and
take it back to the lab
If 5 on 2, shit its all good, we ride through the hood
In the
delta 88, with that georgia license plate
These niggas dont know
They dont even wanna show
no love to a a nigga like me
So I just stay on the grind, stay down for mine
Trying to get
mine in daily
Holla at me like you know your fo, chiefing on that green green
Never snort a
lot of coke, stayed down with the home team
Know what I mean? some shit have a nigga stressed
out
Make him small fast
Bout 175 will quit to open that cannon and woop your ass
But ya
wait, get a bat face on the one-time while these hoes
Choose on the attic crew, my girl already
been chose
These stankin bitches get your boy caught up in that fuck shit
I know they suckin
dick, but they thanking the game I spit
I put they ass in a rap and ride out on them
hoes
Get wit my slick partna then hit the studio
Now see I jumps up, without a
doubt
Not a question being asked as you dash, with no way out
Through the whirl-wind I spin,
intruders, we break em in.
Atlanta georgia, we comin for ya with 50 men
In sets of 10, no
sippin gin, we steppin in
Its the attic crew, no flaw within
We them youngbloodz wit plenty
kin
No ifs, no ands, no buts, no grins
We after you, so what you do is count to three, then
click your shoes
Then out the door, back to your hoe, down on the low, straight toe to
toe
Cause j-bo is who I be, wont fuck with you, dont fuck with me
So cant you see through
the enemies
Youd besta be all you can fucking be
Stay sucker free, but first get some
nuts
Before you |
