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Get Bucked Get Crunked

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Жанры : rap hip-hop gangsta rap dirty south hip hop

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[hook]2x
Uh Ohhhh, there them TRU Boys go
Uh Ohhhh, hit the muthafuckin flo`

[T-Bo]
Aaaaaaaah!!
Came in this bitch to shut this muthafucka down
Baton Rouge and Louisiana so you know I`m bout to clown
When the thugs get to bussin, duck down hit the ground
Stay out my water boy if you don`t want to drown
You keep fuckin wit me, they gone find yo ass dead
When my song come on, they gon act a pussy on yo head
This for them thugs in the club, who straight, don`t mind dying
And them ballers in the parking lot, straight sitting on shine
C-Murder called me up, and said "T-Bo it`s time
to represent the dirty south and make `em respect yo mind"
Trunk loads of soldiers always starting some shit
So stay the fuck from `round us if you aint down with my click
Be on the lookout for them boys with them rags `round they fo`head, (Uh Ohh)
Group of muthafuckas that got security hollerin `Code Red`
Get Crunk, Get Buck, ya`ll pussy bitches get stuck
When we come to yo town, tear the fuckin club up
Only white boy with the click, so you know I must be sick
You don`t like me rollin wit TRU?, suck my fuckin dick
I`m from that 504, minus 279
Come and get you somethin`, see me thuggin in that 225

[chorus] 8x
Back `em up, Get Crunk
Back `em up, Get Buck

[Master P]
Big Time baller, shot caller, hustler
CP3, whodi they`ll bust ya
Rolce, with 4 doors, Bentleys with mo-mo`s
I aint Ludacris but I can throw dem bo`s
Concerts stay packed, pockets gone stay fat
T-R-U hot, tell the dj`s to play that
Now give it to me, I want the jewels and the money
And ectasy for the thugs and the bunnies

[chorus] 4x

[Silkk the Shocker]
We the type of niggas, ya`ll don`t ever wanna have beef wit
We`ll pull some sneak shit, and get off with some creep shit
Do anything for the look, for the stash and the cash
My face to recognizable dog, so I`ma need the mask
See they didn`t want to feel us until we had to empty the cannon
Tryna hold us, but they just comin up, empty handed
I know some love us, and I know that some can`t stand us
Me, P, and C we all thugs, seem like that shit just runs in the family

[hook]

[C-Murder]
You know we thugged out, from the cradle to the grave
Them TRU Boys, The Miller Boys with T-Bo and some chrome toys
Dome checkin, disrespectin haters is a hobby, for life
No Limit to the fullest, with a bullet, so think twice
Lil Daddy, Limo tints on the Caddy, Truck
Them Cutt Boys gone bust, you better duck, cause we don`t give a fuck
I`m real with it, XL bring the Deadly Soundz beat
And Watch a nigga like C bring the heat

[chorus] fade until end

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