Текст песни
Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
(folks on the right.)
Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
(people on the left.)
Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
(folks on the right.)
Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
(people on the left.)
Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
(folks on the right.)
Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
(people on the left.)
Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
(folks on the right.)
Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
(people on the left.)
You know the time is tickin short, now I'm reachin for the vault
Grab them clothes that match the night, and them things they call they aunt
Yes a nigga know I'm quiet, if you don't talk they think your soft
But I be quick to pull and blast and leave your body full of chalk
Never talk cause when you talk these hoes be all up in your biz
Bring the word up where you livin, all the shit a nigga did
Ho, I ain't did no fucking dirt or rolled no bodies in the trunk
I shipped some keys over seas, Medal flour mixed with funk
I call the police 911 "Their's been a murder on my set."
And when they pull up on my set, we pop them things and then we jet
On the low is how I keep it, if you want your blood to spill
Run your mouth off in the street, and pull your gun to shoot to kill
If you real, if you realer than a motherfucking gang
On the block is where you hang, throw them motherfucking thangs
Nigga, chopping up the cake. slinging rocks or pushing weight
Ghetto nigga's from the south, ain't no law that we can't break
Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
(folks on the right.)
Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
(people on the left.)
Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
(folks on the right.)
Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
(people on the left.)
Who the crunkest in this motherfucker?
(folks on the right.)