Crunk Inc. Lyrics

The song Crunk Inc. is performed by Crime Mob in the album named Crime Mob in the year 2004 .

Ay, Crunk Incorporated, we ain't takin' nothin' this year
We comin' straight for you, we talkin' 'bout gettin' crunk, nigga
f**k that shit you talkin nigga
When I see yo a*s nigga, this how shit gon pop off
This how shit gon go down from here on out nigga
So we gotta tell ya'll niggas, to wake the f**k up
Cy co Black, let 'em know

f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'

f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'

f**k that nonsense, nigga I'm outside
You got a problem wit my click, I'm outside
I got my gun and my motherf**kin' ride
We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide

Crunk to the mothaf**kin' I.N.C.
Mike, Gray, Black and Killa behind me
Park in the street wit Crunk and A.D
So I dare that nigga to come and try me
Dare that nigga to walk my street
Watch me cock it back and let go
Comin' up popular, he's a f**k nigga
I'ma let his a*s know, he ain't nuttin' but a ho

f**k yo words, yo words don't mean shit, all that talkin' get yo a*s hit
Beat yo bitch wit a baseball bat a-rata-tat-tat on yo a*s real quick
This real shit and I don't play games, ATL be my domain
Creep yo cast and beat yo a*s, so f**k that shit you talkin' mayne

f**k that nonsense, nigga I'm outside
You got a problem wit my click, I'm outside
I got my gun and my motherf**kin' ride
We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide

f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'

f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'

Yeah, bitch f**k that shit that you talkin'
Go get yo clique and start walkin'
My crew too thick so get off me to f**k wit you I got whodi
Peepin' the scene, so don't test me, ho don't try me, I stay ready
Yo shirt gon' be, so damn heavy, I snipe yo a*s like I'm Wesley
Got a problem, I solve, so ho let's take it outside
Revolver tucked in my pocket, I'm feelin' what in my ride
Bussin' heads is my specialty, one like me, you will never see
Ho you know I'm wit M.O.B, wanna buck? It's whatever G

Keep on poppin', I'ma show you just how deep we are
Ya'll niggas thank yall buck? We'll have ya'll seein' stars
You'll think you're touchin' Mars 'cause we some must a*ses
A second blastin' anywhere where there be shit talkin'
So do not get smart bitch 'cause here we runnin' thangs
Ain't got no time for lames, just 'bout that money, mayne
Just watch me spray some flames, get up, release some anger
I keep sixteen in the clip and one off in the chamber

f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'

f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'
f**k that shit that you talkin'

f**k that nonsense, nigga I'm outside
You got a problem wit my click, I'm outside
I got my gun and my motherf**kin' ride
We bussin' heads, so you bitches betta hide

What's up Aight
Aight, Aight
Aight, Aight
Aight, Aight
Aight, Aight

Crime Mob - Crime Mob

Aug 2004

Crunk Inc.