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Grime, f*cking grime
What? What?
Check this out, right?
Yeah
Lil' Jon and the motherf*ckin' East Side Boyz (What?)
The Kings of Crunk (What?)
Back at you with some new sh*t (What?, yeah)
Now just because we went platinum and sh*t (What?)
Don't mean we gone change (What?), n*gga (What?)
We're the motherf*cking Kings of Crunk (Yeah, what?)
And we're gonna always keep this motherf*cker crunk (What?)
Now let's talk about some more n*ggas (What? Yeah)

If you fall up in the club
And them n*ggas wanna mug
When you step up to they face
What they gon' do (sh*t!)
If you fall up in the club
And them hoes start acting up
When you step up to them hoes
What they gon' do (sh*t!)
What they gon' do (sh*t!)
What they gon' do (sh*t!)
What they gon' do (sh*t!)
What they gon' do (sh*t!)
What they gon' do (sh*t!)
What they gon' do (sh*t!)
What they gon' do (sh*t!)
What they gon' do (sh*t!)

f*ck n*gga, what's up?
Hell naw you ain't gon' buck
All that sh*ttin' out your mouth
Gon' get you f*cked up
f*ck n*gga, what's up?
Hell naw you ain't gon' buck
All that sh*ttin' out your mouth
Gon' get you f*cked up
You done came in the club
With your muthaf*ckin' click
We don't give a f*ck, ho
Y'all pus*y like b*tches
You done came in the club
With your muthaf*ckin' click
We don't give a f*ck, ho
Y'all pus*y like b*tches
It's some Eastside n*ggas (What?)
And they deep in this b*tch (Wassup?)
And they step to any n*gga (What?)
That be talkin' that sh*t (Wassup?)
It's some Westside n*ggas (What?)
And they deep in this b*tch (Wassup?)
And they step to any n*gga (What?)
That be talkin' that sh*t (Wassup?)
It's some Northside n*ggas (What?)
And they deep in this b*tch (Wassup?)
And they step to any n*gga (What?)
That be talkin' that sh*t (Wassup?)
It's some Southside n*ggas (What?)
And they deep in this b*tch (Wassup?)
And they step to any n*gga (What?)
That be talkin' that sh*t (Wassup?)

My brain is taking in too much pain
I'm bout to explode first, and then take names
But it's cool lil' shawty don't be so alarmed
I learned to buck n*gga when I jabbed in the arm
I don't play wit mutherf*ckers cause the sh*t be real
Make you hold your breath longer than the Navy Seal
And them bows gon' leave you ass dead in the past
Ain't no way you can differ your di*k from your ass
I drop bows wit my n*gga (What?)
f*ck hoes wit my n*gga (What?)
How the f*ck you think I feel about this arm in your figure?
It's a closed casket for them hatin' bast*rds
It's some G's that's real, it's a mess of faggots
Who you talkin' to b*tch? What you gon' do trick?
When it's obvious to see that you ain't gon' do sh*t
Lil Scrappy the prince and I ain't takin' no junk
I'm a quiet crunk n*gga and f*ck being a punk

Yeah, yeah
I'm lookin' round this muthaf*ckin' club (What?)
Them n*ggas still muthaf*ckin' lookin over here and sh*t (Lookin over here talkin and sh*t!)
Think we gon' have to get some muthaf*ckin' straightening going on in this muthaf*cka (Yeah!)
This what we gon' muthaf*ckin' do (Wassup?)
We gon' walk over to these muthaf*ckin' n*ggas
(Yeah!)
And talk to their ass like this (Like this)

Only b*tches talk sh*t
Only b*tches talk sh*t
Only b*tches talk sh*t
That's why we bustin' your sh*t
Only b*tches talk sh*t
Only b*tches talk sh*t
Only b*tches talk sh*t
That's why we bustin' your sh*t
We real n*ggas (What?) y'all hoes (Y'all hoes)
We real n*ggas (What?) y'all hoes (Y'all hoes)
We real n*ggas (What?) y'all hoes (Y'all hoes)
We real n*ggas (What?) y'all hoes (Y'all hoes)

If you fall up in the club
And them n*ggas wanna mug
When you step up to they face
What they gon' do (sh*t!)
Semtex
Hit 'em with that new Crunk sh*t n*gga
Grime, Crunking grime

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