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Crunk Ain't Dead

Crunk Ain't Dead

Duke Deuce

Lyrics

Deuce Duke

Project Pat

Juicy J, let me tell you, man

Lil Jon

We too crunk, ho, we got you niggas scared, yo (yeah)

We too crunk, ho, we got you niggas scared, yo (yeah)

We too crunk, ho, we got you niggas scared, yo (yeah)

We too crunk, ho, we got you niggas scared, yo (let's go)

'Bout to kick the door, they been sleepin' on big foe

Nigga popped out with some Anna, so I robbed him for his camera

I'm a gangster motherfucker and I'm standin' on that shit

We just stepped in with them tools, let's go hammer in this bitch

Yeah, trappin' from bag to bag, we can go mag for mag

These niggas false, they flag, how you goin' rag to rag?

Book bag got the big pump

Like high school, you can get jumped

Can't play me like a weak punk, ayy

Bend it over, let me see somethin', ayy

Bitch, I'm a monster, dumpin' niggas like a Tonka

GD crazy like my uncle, this not a Honda

Hellcat loud like some thunder, fuck 12, fuck you honor (ugh)

All these lil' rappers think they tough

I swear to God, I don't give two fucks

Our nuts hangin', we gang bangin'

We bet who first to fuck some' up (okay)

Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho (break the law)

Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, (Break the law), crunk ain't dead, bitch (break the law)

Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead (break the law), crunk ain't dead, ho (break the law)

Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead (break the law), crunk ain't dead, ho

Tennessee, get a key (crunk ain't dead)

GA, they don't play (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho)

Out in Texas, shit get reckless (crunk ain't dead)

To California, place your order (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, bitch)

To the boot, them niggas shoot (crunk ain't dead)

Florida, free Yak, ho (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead)

Arkansas (crunk ain't dead)

Shout out to Freddie (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, bitch)

The Carolinas (crunk ain't dead)

My nigga, Vegas (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho)

Mississippi, keep it pimpin' (crunk ain't dead)

Alabama, bangin' hammers (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, bitch)

Illinois, Larry Hoover (crunk ain't dead)

Kentucky, they'll do you (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho)

To Washington (crunk ain't dead)

To Missouri (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, bitch)

Juicy J don't fuck with niggas, got my section full of women

I'm gon' have to watch my step, I got all they pussies drippin'

Niggas dissin' on the low, you know I can't let it go

We got choppers like balloons, it's a party, let it blow

I treat my lungs with gas (Yeah), 'Rari got paper tags (Ho)

I've been on top for twenty-some summers, no wonder why niggas is mad (they mad)

Big face don't tick-tock (tick-tock)

All this ice, but I'm makin' shit hot (shit hot)

2K in a ziplock (ziplock)

Blue money make a Crip walk (Okay)

I'm an OG, young niggas ball for free, who they gon' come for, me? (crunk ain't dead, ho)

You call it beef, it's just a crumb to me, I get it done in my sleep (crunk ain't dead, ho)

They pretendin' to be gangster, but we know they scared as fuck (crunk ain't dead, ho)

Let us in there with them pistols, we gon' tear the club up (crunk ain't dead, ho)

Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho (yeah)

Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, bitch (shut the fuck up)

Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho (shit ain't dead)

Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho (these niggas just scared)

Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho (we shoot 'em dead)

Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, bitch

Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho

Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, bitch

Jewelry, 'tillery, nah, you ain't cool with me

You niggas snitches and rats, you ain't foolin' me

I want the mula-ry, fuck all the foolery

Havin' these bands and these bitches ain't new to me

Squeeze on this Drac', it smoke you like hookah-ry

My drip the shit, the runs, the dook-ary

Guaranteed shine in the dark so you can see

Barrel, your man revolver cocked

You can be quiet, lil' dude

Your pockets look like on a diet, lil' dude

Your bitch ate my dick at the Hyatt, lil' dude

Now you wanna feud about the way that I got my rocks off

We in the club and this shit 'bout to pop off

Three of my niggas strapped, safety is on, off

Fool didn't know, 'bout to get his shit blown off

This shit ain't sweet, this shit ain't candy

Memphis niggas savage with no Randy

We use violence, AK's handy

Money piled up, they can't stand me

Sippin' on brown, this ain't brandy

Beat a bitch down, understand me

City full of gas, hustle dandy

Jack with no mask, rob your mammy

Swipin' credit cards, we so scammy

Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho

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