get it crunk Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk Bitch you know,I get-you know I get,you know I get it crunk [Verse 4-Z Ro]
(*talking*) Oh (oh), oh (oh) this what the streets been asking fa The real Kings, Lil' Flip and Z-Ro ha-ha-ha Clover G'z and Rap-A-Lot, different labels
me sit sideways, cause I'm steady comin'. Big poke throwin' that ball, And it's comin, I'm a gonna catch it. I'm a gonna wretch it. Fuck it tonight [
get it crunk for me, no so don't waste Yo mothafuckin crime tryna plot on mine I got my cash in my stash locked down, so now... [Chorus] [Z-RO:] It'
going to do it for the screw And do it for the side and I'm a do it for you And you going to do it for me it's S.U.C. Screwed Up Click until I D I E
me gangstas Smoking that sticky you get pissy, riding spinners Tires glimmer the prize in our eyes, nigga ride with us Nom and Z-Ro like when Tino and
the rabbit and turtle, see it's a long race You get to shaking and moving, working and hurting You slapping it up and you bruising, and girl it's curtains
your mind Southside I bring it to you live, so please don't underestimate me Or my niggaz Trae, Dougie D and Z-Ro sing the hook for me [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] Who could it
crunk at all times Al-D and Z-Ro, and the S.U.C. is still in effect Screw you resting in peace, and they still on yo motherfucking dick [Z-Ro] Candy
by the roof, yelling out what it do for you my nigga Wrecking the microphone till ten and, keeping it crunk for you already And the plan to get the lab
you Fuck around and touch your brain I ball with a mug Z-Ro gone shine for you I call the shot, cause I cop the clock everytime it get hot I drop the
feet to the dip, dropping tops Till the playa get a hit, to the drink to the brain get me crunk Get a boost can't tougher shit, city of killas and it get
sit sideways, cause I'm steady comin'. Big poke throwin' that ball, And it's comin, I'm a gonna catch it. I'm a gonna wretch it. Fuck it tonight [Chorus
I know she gon grind, pumping it punking until she crying But it ain't no commitment I'm out the do', Z-Ro the Crooked out Ridgemont 4 Not no punk and
, I'm chilling with thugs Sipping on mud, trying to keep my head long from slugs Guerilla Maab on the rise, and we keeping it crunk [Trae] It was all
the way it's suppose to be Then faking the fame, and trying to be somebody else Of royalty, because it ain't my name [Hook: Peaches & Z-Ro (Z-Ro)] Too
Fucking with deadly can mash, it's Guerilla Maab we ain't had How a playa does it I is, I put that up on my kids Z-Ro and Trae in the mix, with G.I.N.