歌手:Lil Jon & the East Side Boyz
专辑:《Get Crunk, Who U Wit: Da Album》

作词 : LEONARD, CEDRICK/LEWIS, JONATHAN/NORRIS, SAMMIE/SMITH, JONATHAN H.
作曲 : Leonard, Lewis, Smith
Once again up in that south from my **********ing mouthand creeping up on y'all ****** like a **********ing mouse
Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens
And ****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 trunkand keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk[Chorus:]
What, What [in background]
Now drop dem bozs' on 'em [repeat 16X]
***** bozs' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming
GA hoeFlipping 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 ****** 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 seeThe mo' hating ****** 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 bump bump and pump pumpthrough yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like
BeakerAll the people out there hype as hell,
I guess it
Lil' Peter
From T-town to
Atlanta all the way to
Savannah to
AlabamaI be damn 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 ****ed ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price ***** check that hoe
I'm from the
ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that ****, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' ****ed up, now what's up
Now ladies are you tired of trick *****es in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to lick on yo' ****
Critizing, everything that you doand telling ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and ****
They go around sucking on every **** boys ****
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' ****** 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 backwith the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you ****** some loveand 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 droppingfor my thugs[Chorus]
Now right now
I want all my hard ****** to follow me, follow me[Bridge:] what[until fade]
That's how these ************s die, they with the shit talk[repeat 7X]