Lil Jon - Crunk Juice Album Lyrics

A BME Clique (Yeah Yeahh)
We back motha f*ckers (We Back)
The Kings of Motha f*ckin crunk (Kings of Crunk)
Yeah Yeah
A Lil John (Lil john)
Lil Bo (Lil Bo)
Big Sam (Big Sam)
A BME clique (a mean)
It's time for some motha f*ckin crunk juice (Crunk Juice)
Get some crunk juice in your system (Yeah yeah)
Now this is about to be (What)
The most incredible (What)
Experience you eva felt in your f*ckin life (Yeah)
So sit back (Sit Back)
Smoke a blunt (Smoke a blunt)
And turn this shit up (Turn this shit up)
Yeah lets go hey lets go hey lets go
Stop that shit lets go right now

Once again up in that south from my motherf*cking mouth
And creeping up on y'all niggas like a motherf*cking mouse
Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens
And shitting on you busters like I ate some bake beans

Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits
We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
And keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk

[Chorus]
(What, What)
Now drop them bozs' on 'em [Repeats]

Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from them' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating niggas try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
From a place called T-town be down in the south
Where them' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
Through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes
Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz

[Chorus]

I can't afford bigger, how ya' figga'
That you gone stop me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I f*cked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' f*cked up, now what's up

Now ladies are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Criticizing, everything that you do
And telling ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and shit
They go around sucking on every dope boys dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'

[Chorus]

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the back
With the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some love
And fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
The beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
For my thugs

[Chorus]

Now right now I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me

What
That's how these motherf*ckers die, they with the shit talk [Repeats]

[Chorus:]
If you fall up in the club
And them niggas want to mug
When you step up to they face
What they gon' do (Shit!)

If you fall up in the club
And them hoes start acting up
When you step up to them hoes
What they gon' do (Shit!)

What they gon' do (Shit!) [Repeats]

[Repeat: x2]
Pussy nigga what's up
Hell naw you ani't gon' buck
All that poppin' at the mouth
Gon' get you f*cked up

[Repeat: x2]
You done came in the club
With your motherf*cking click
We don't give a f*ck hoe
Ya'll pussy like bitches

It's some Eastside niggas and they deep in this bitch
And they step to any nigga that be talkin' that shit
It's some Westside niggas and the deep in this bitch
And they step to any nigga that be talkin' that shit
It's some Northtside niggas and the deep in this bitch
And they step to any nigga that be talkin' that shit
It's some Southtside niggas and the deep in this bitch
And they step to any nigga that be talkin' that shit

[Chorus]

My brain is taking in too much pain
I'm bout to explode first, and then take names
But it's cool lil' shorty don't be so alarmed
I learned to buck nigga when I jabbed in the arm
I don't play wit motherf*ckers 'cause the shit 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 dick from your ass

I drop bows wit my nigga f*ck hoes wit my nigga
How the f*ck you think I feel about this arm in your figure
It's a closed casket for them hating bastards
It's some G's that's real, it's a mess of faggots
Who you talkin' to bitch, what you gon' do trick
When it's obvious to see that you ain' t do shit
Lil Scrappy the prince and I ain't takin' no junk
I'm a quiet crunk nigga and f*ck being a punk

[Chorus]

I'm walkin' round this motherf*cking club
(What!)
Them niggas still looking over here and shit
(Lookin over here talking and shit!)
Think we gon' have to get some motherf*cking straightening going on this motherf*cker (Yeah!)
This what we gon motherf*cking do
(What's up!)
We gon walk over to these motherf*cking niggas
(Yeah!)
Talk to their ass like this (Like this)

Only bitches talk shit
Only bitches talk shit
Only bitches talk shit
That's why we bustin' your shit [Repeat: x2]

[Chorus:]

(feat. Ice Cube)

[Lil' Jon talking:]
Yeah!
Right about now (whats up)
It's time for the real nigga roll call
Now when you hear your city or state being called
You put your motherf*ckin' middle finger up in this bitch
ATL, St. Louis, Alabama, Chicago, The Carolina's, Nep Town,
DC, The Bay Area, VA, Miami, New York niggas, Texas, you know!

[Hook]
[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll niggas can't f*ck wit my niggas ho! [x4]

[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon and Ice Cube:]
Mothaf*ck that nigga! [x4]
Mothaf*ck that bitch! [x4]

[Lil' Jon:]
Ya'll bitches!
Come on flexin' ass flauntin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some real ass treal ass niggas!
Your niggas!
Be some ho ass pussy ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some head-bustin' gangsta ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some runnin' and scared ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some Roy Jone beat ya ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some cake and handcuffin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some "Send them hoes out!" ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some tricking "Don't pay them hoes!" ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some Don Juan piumpin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some 22 havin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some chopper street sweepin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Them ol' half ounce sellin' ass niggas!
My Niggas!
Be some dirty bird movin' ass niggas!
Your Niggas!
Be some kissin' security ass ass niggas!
My Niggas!
F*ck them hoes and let 'em know ass niggas!

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Ice Cube:]
See I'ma mean nigga
Youse a friend nigga
Ol' pretend nigga
Smile and grin nigga
I hate a false niggas
Diana Ross nigga
So if ya lost nigga
Meet tha boss nigga
He's a super nigga
Grin and groupa nigga
Act stupid nigga
I'll f*ckin' nuke tha nigga
Cuz youse a happy nigga
And ima nappy nigga
F*ckin' scrappy nigga
Meet ya pappy nigga
Its Ice Cube nigga
And Lil Jon nigga
So if ya drunk nigga
Keep it crunk nigga
Til' you punk nigga
Feel tha bump nigga
Get yo testifying ass in tha trunk nigga
You wanna tell nigga
I'll dump a shell nigga
Send a frail nigga
Str8 ta hell nigga
Thats ya shelter nigga
Helt-a-skelta nigga
And when I belt a nigga
Y'all help a nigga!

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Lil Jon Talking:]
Yeah!
I see you and your lil click up in tha club nigga
I see ya'll niggas over there talkin' that shit
But you know what nigga
Bitch niggas get dealt wit motherf*ckin' real quick!

[Ice Cube:]
Here we come boy
Real niggas shoot ta kill betta run boy
Or you can tell me how I feel as a
Real nigga
Which nigga
Go get a bitch nigga
No better
Hoes better do what I say
Cuz I'm insane in tha brain
Bitch I got Rick James in my veins
Real niggas never change
We just let it bang
Roll thru tha gutter lane
Daddy said let 'em hang
And cut 'em like its butter mayne
Skeet skeet skeet
Naw thats tha other mayne
Cuz my skeet never leak out this rubber man
TNA ain't workin' niggas DNA
That crazy bitch'll have ya ass off E&J
Fake niggas got these real bitches bein' gay
'Til my peoples come around its like night and day
Now she wanna change her god and the way she pray
Authentic niggas all know thats tha playa way

[Hook]

[Chorus]

[Lil Jon:]
We running this bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't shit
We running this bitch
Ya'll niggas ain't shit
We in tha club gettin' crunk
You in tha club gettin' stomped
We in tha club gettin' crunk
You in tha club gettin' stomped
We in tha hood on tha block
You in tha hood gettin' shot
We in tha hood on tha block
You in tha hood gettin' shot
We quick ta show you what we bout
You quick to run ya f*ckin' mouth
We quick ta show you what we bout
You quick to run ya f*ckin' mouth
Real niggas from tha east
And we got a f*ckin' piece
Real niggas from tha east
And we got a f*ckin' piece
We against tha niggas from tha west
Puttin' holes in ya vest
We against tha niggas from tha west
Puttin' holes in ya vest
My Midwest niggas hard
Quick ta pull ya f*ckin' card
My Midwest niggas hard
Quick ta pull ya f*ckin' card
And down South we set if off
Blow ya f*ckin' face off
And down South we set if off
Blow ya f*ckin' face off (real nigga roll call!)

[Caller]
Man, like everything fina workout like this shit fina jump
'Cuz this shit fina jump like a trapolena, I promise
You feel me?

[Bo Hagon]
I already know Boi
I'm talkin' 'bout this fina go down dough
But shit, yea my dog, I'ma holla at ya man, you be cool out there though

[Caller]
Shit gotta be cool, gotta be cool, gotta stay down
Like you know what I'ma sayin'? Like you my nigga
I love you, you feel me, I know you feel me

[Bo Hagon]
I feel you dog, you know I love you nigga
I been yea nigga scince day one
I'm talkin' from day one
Nigga, I been right there beside ya
But hell yea, but uh you be cool dog and I'ma f*ck wit you in 1 min

[Caller]
Yea in 1 min 'cuz like you holla at me in 1 minute
Any time you want to holla at me
1 minute is 1 minute, my minute is yo 1 minute
We gotta stay down in this shit man
We gotta stay strong in this shit man
F*ck these niggas haten on us man

[Bo Hagon]
F*ck these niggas man, I'm tellin' you Boi
A nigga, a nigga gotta stay strong dog
But hell yea, you be cool
I'ma probably hit you like tomorrow or sometime man

[Caller]
But hell yea man 'cause
Like I was tellin' my god damn wife like
Nigga, gotta make this bread
'Cuz like niggas think we playin' out here
Like you know what I'm sayin'
I don't know what tha f*ck the rest of these niggas doin'
But I'm tryin' to make this money my nigga
You know what I'm sayin', you feel me I know you feel me

[Bo Hagon]
Nigga, if any nigga feel ya in the world, nigga I feel ya
But nigga I'll holla at ya in a minute, alright
I'ma holla at ya probley... tomorrow or some shit
So you be cool, nigga
Expect a phone call from me tomorrow, man
You hold it down

[Caller]
Knee high from the tree house, my nigga
I'm trying to tell ya like that how it go down
Knee high from the tree house 'cuz, you my nigga
We gon' stay down my nigga, I'm holla at cha
You gon' holla at me and we gon' just stay

[Bo Hagon screaming]
Damn, nigga, get off the mutherf*ckin' phone nigga, bye!

(feat. Gangsta Boo)

[Chorus - Gangsta Boo (9x)]
Da blow ...
DA pills...
Da yak...
Da herb...
DA blow..DA blow..DA blow..DA blow..DA blow

[Lil' Jon]
DA dro,Da percs,Da ounce,Get Pushed!
Get back,No halfs,No edge will give ya hash!,ill join ya 2,but do ya niggas smoke a blunt of
this,you wanna smoke wit me dont bring no bullshit,da blue,thumpin,white spinners,tha green
nickles,that red superman,that peach butter fire,that white rolex,you'll have those hoes hotter
than a box of stolen chex,the snow,the white, yeah miami get crunk,when i see em in tha club they
be sniffin up that skunk,homie 1 gee ya right, homie 2 gee ya right, hoimie 3 gee ya right,i aint
ballin though tonight,if you wanna get cha lean,there aint nuttin but that yella,i done heard
that in texas them niggas got whateva,gally gally of that henna (hennessy) mix it wit that crunk
juice,we'll have a nigga spinnin

[Chorus 5x]

[Gangsta Boo]
yeah i got that weed for the low
those pills for tha low
that blow for tha low
young nigga you aint know,
when i ride i roll high
man an i aint tellin no lie,
when this shit get in my brain,
i drip the grain and fly by,
say dawg you got that good up in tha hood we callin mint, right anoter thing we do is blow call
it blew,we blow callin cocain, f*ck head nah nigga,iv'e been on that bang bang hard bouncin front
to back,watch me change the lane lane,cuz dont be talkin that shit,the shit that i get, you
bitches cant get,the measure the A the north and the south,is on the ground,the under under
ground ground smoked out,fulla green,f*ck what cha heard bitch yeah im back up on tha scene,if
you wanna get high,you should f*ck wit gangsta boo,i be turnnin niggas out,watch how fast i turn
you into a smoked out, loaked out,freaky motherf*cker,on that exed out passed out,while i pout
another on da...

[Chorus 5x]

[Lil' Bo]
i been gettin in that work
i got punds on this perc
im a pimp bitch f*ck you pull up your own skirt,skirt we dont give a f*ck, 26's on the
truck,f*ck around till you show up,we gon tear this bitch up,i got x i got weed i got anything you
need,when you see me in tha street,just holla at me, throw a dolla at me, bitch smile at me, this
ya nigga lil bo from tha E.S.B.

[Big Sam]
See nigga i smoke everyday,im bout to light up sum hay,i got that shit that will put your mind
up in the day,but i dont f*ck wit tha blow,but i f*ck wit sum hoes,that be freaky, x outta
control,i remember back in tha day,wit aches in bones,when nigga was ridin in the city truck just
to get to the dough,but we the best in this town,we'll settle ya down,nigga was slangnin bitches
down,20 kilos a pound!

[Chorus (till end of song)]

[Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, like I said this is your boy Pimpin' Ken dot net
Sell the bitch pussy till it's drip drop wet
You know what I'm saying, the vet, not the pet
Dig this here man
Like my nigga Cashball, you know what I'm saying, me and DeAnte say
Man, it's "stacks, tracks and contracts," you know what I'm taking about
Only time a bitch get off is when a bitch run off, you know what I'm talking about
Hey man, you understand me
Master constitution for the prostitution
And let prostitution be the only solution
Please believe it, you understand it, bitch, you know my choosing fee bitch
It's a lifetime, bitch of ho crime, believe that ho you know what I'm talking about
Yeah, bitch you know what I'm talking about
Don coochie hole bitch, better known as pimp coochie hole
Pimpin' Ken the Don in this shit ho
You know what I'm talking about, yeah
Milwaukee, Wisconsin you f*ck-ass bitch

[Dirty Mouth]
As I pull up to the club
Jumping out of the Jag
24's still spinning with a dealership tag
Brand New
Bright leather guts and pearl blue
These hoes they choosing like a lucky horseshoe
But that's alright cause I don't pay these hoes no mind
As I stroll to the front of the VIP line
Straight in I go, headed straight to the bar
I got a superstar status, so I guess I'm a star
Haters checking me out
Now tell me what's that about?
I'ma chill to the point haters checking me out
Sipping on the Crystal
Bitches want to get wild
Popping X and smoking dro' on the verge of my style
These bitches calling, asking where the after party
The Embassy Suites downtown, room 112, my darling
Bring your friends so we can let this party begin
And bring a box of Magnum rubbers so we can f*ck till the end

[Jazze Pha]
Hey bitch, sign your name on the dotted line (well)
Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (well)
Cause now you're mine

[LA]
Just pulled up at the club
I'm flyer than a motherf*cker
Damn, why they staring? ho, shit I'm the motherf*cker
Not the front door
We better go through the back
See, that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go through 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G and said "what's up for later?"
I said "I'm 20 East, I'm headed to Decatur"
And motherf*ck the hater
It's about this making paper
And while she choosing hard, guaranteed I'ma take her
So shake the saltshaker, the dro' is the vapor
I ain't got love for niggaz cause all they try to do is cake her
I ain't sippin on no chaser, that's what we tell the waiter
You goddamn right, I'm a motherf*cker player
So tell me how you want it
You riding? Get up on it
I ain't f*cking with the ho if she don't know how to donut, for real

[Jazze Pha + Lil Jon]
Hey bitch (hey bitch), sign your name on the dotted line (well)
Cause you belong to me (you belong to me, yeah)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (well)
Cause now you're mine

[Lil Jon]
Hey, hey bitch
Hey bitch get up it's time to go to work
Time to go to work bitch, it's your boy Lil Jon
Never will I love a bitch
Why would I trust a bitch?
Always gonna dog a bitch
They only good for sucking dick
Or riding on a nigga cock
Trying to get a nigga stock
I'm never gonna break bread
Not even for a little head
I'm a player, not a cake-a-ho
Always gotta break ho, down to the f*cking floor
You step up, I'll let you know
It's MOB, BME
P to the I to the M P
No, I'm Southside
Sorry, bitch, you better pay me

[Big Sam]
Old school white Lac pimpin like I'm Don Juan
When I pull up on the track, I toot-a-loo my horn
Make these hoes come running like Mike for travs
Ain't got my money ho, you bound to get slap
Cause I don't love a bitch and won't save a bitch
If it ain't about money, then it don't make sense
I'll mack a bitch and I'll pimp a bitch
As long as she making me filthy rich

[Don P]
Just up off the pill, drinking on my beer
Sitting on a mill, but I'm pimpin still
Riding round the track, like Goldie in the Mack
Still I'm Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank accounts
After that I bounce
To another ho, in a totally different city
For a whole other show
They say, "why you don't call?" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
"You always out of town" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
"You probably in the club" I say, "bitch, where my dividends?"
You bout to make me break your neck, I have to ask your ass again
I'm Don a.k.a "stay pimpin hard"
That mean hoes gonna march winter, summer, spring and fall
Cause I have to ball, there's no other way
Even if the bitch's pregnant, there's no Happy Mother's Day

[Jazze Pha + Lil Jon]
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (sign right here)
Cause you belong to me (you my bitch now)
Hey bitch (hey bitch) sign your name on the dotted line (right here)
Cause now you're mine (you mine, ho)

[Lil Jon] Get your ass up
[Jazze Pha (+ Lil Jon)]
If you get out line, I'm a slap you out
I'm a slap you out
I'm a slap you out
Better have my money (you better have my money, bitch)
Cause you signed your name on the dotted line
So get off your ass and get on the grind
(Get up, get out there and make my motherf*cking money, right now)
Forgot what I am, bitch? What am I?
I'm a pimp in every inch of the word
Every inch of the verb
Every inch of the curb
I'm a hit it, like the lottery baby
Better believe it (please believe it)
Hey, yeah
If it's pimping you wanting (what), pimping you needing (what)
Everyday from me (from a real motherf*cking pimp)
But bitch that's all I can see
Any day of the week, when you f*cking with me

[Lil Jon]
If you f*cking with me, you better get your ass out there
And make that motherf*cking money
Rain, sleet or snow
Rob, steal and kill for a motherf*cking pimp like me, ho

[K. Sanchez]
"Say, I'm comin at you with lines, think they lies
Just because I don't match your compatible sign
I'ma let the world see, other boos can't relate
Let you walk in front, make the other dudes hate..."

Man what's wrong with these willie fufu rifraf ass niggas uh...

Always tring to go to war over a motherf*ckin bitch,man niggas don't be procrastinatin,niggas be procrastafakin...

Yeah pimp I ain't no motherf*ckin hater I'm a motherf*ckin money motivater man...

You know what I'm talkin about, yeah big scrill playing the field tryin to money mack up on a motherf*cking meal.....

Like my O.G. partna stomp down a say,"I ain't gon give it to ya lata, I'ma give it to ya all the way motherf*ckin straight"....

It is what it is man it is I say is me...E motherf*ckin 40 wata bellafantae man, the best thing since the triple bend pimp...

Pop com pimps split dem l.i.p's it's confirmed like a Don King perm, and whatevea it is I'm sellin it, rather it's pills to a dope fein or peanuts to an elephant...BITCH

(feat. 8Ball & MJG)

[8Ball]
Ya, Full of all kinda drugs high as a giraffe pussy nigga
betta not get too close nigga betta not try to push me
we got them thangs i mean them thangs that go bang bang
dont give a f*ck who you is dont give a f*ck if you got some change
take yo niggas, take yo watch, and take yo diamond ring
way back in the game when the niggas used to have to sell rock cocaine
right now today, ima grab the mic and bring the pain
go f*ckin insane, eveything i say goes straight to yo brain
lil jon on the beat bout to tear this bitch up out the frame
you betta leave if you think you just a little lame
chuck yo chain dont get caught when this song here come on
look at my face thats gon' tell yall niggas somethin wrong

[Chorus]
I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat

I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat

[MJG]
Real killas jump niggas loud mouth
rough niggas cant stay outta handcuff
niggas aint enough niggas toughen up
niggas some are artillary specialist
never the f*ckin less i get pimpin naturally
everly's commin up out of regions
where muhf*ckas is needin MJG
to speak for 'em prentendin to see for 'em
ive ran the street with 'em concrete to feet with 'em
i made them hoes pick up i made them go
stick them pimp tight MJ f*ckin G em
luckliy married to this .45 under my f*ckin seat
talkin bullet pistol solid shootin never shook me
you boys cant hook me, listen to what the hook be

[Chorus]
I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat

I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat

[Lil Jon]
We aint scared of buck niggas, we aint scared of whole clicks
F*ck them niggas take they hoes and they motha f*ckin shit
We aint scared of buck niggas, we aint scared of whole clicks
F*ck them niggas take they hoes and they motha f*ckin shit

You think you bad nigga, You thing your hard nigga
Uh, yo click aint shit we'll pull yo card nigga
You think you bad nigga, You thing your hard nigga
Uh, yo click aint shit we'll pull yo card nigga

We shoot a bird at a pussy nigga, We roll on a pussy nigga
I dont give a f*ck, Nigga stoll on that pussy nigga
We shoot a bird at a pussy nigga, We roll on a pussy nigga
I dont give a f*ck, Nigga stoll on that pussy nigga

[Chorus]
I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat

I heard you niggas dont like me, like me
I know you boys wanna fight me, fight me
I know where yo kids and yo wife be, wife be
Bust a nigga head to the white meat, white meat

[Lil Jon]
Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we'll crack a niggas skull we some headbussas
Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we'll crack a niggas skull we some headbussas
Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we'll crack a niggas skull we some headbussas
Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we some headbussas, Uh, we'll crack a niggas skull we some headbussas

Ladies an' f*ckin' gentlemen, whassup?
It's the 'Kings of f*ckin' crunk', you know it
Me, your boy, Lil Jon, Lil' Bo, Big Sam
On the motherf*ckin' track, Rick Rubin, yeah

I don't think y'all ready for this shit
Y'all ain't ready, nigga
Nothin' but some real gangsta shit, gangsta shit
For them niggaz an' bitches out there, yeah
Now I'm havin' a hard f*ckin' life right now
An' I'm gonna give y'all some of my f*ckin' pain

Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me
Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me

You know, it seems like no matter
No matter how hard I f*ckin' try
I can't do the right motherf*ckin' shit
Like I be tryin' an' shit
An' shit always be turnin' out f*cked up

Like my bitch always on my f*ckin' back
Talkin' 'bout I need to get a f*ckin' job
Talkin' 'bout how I need to pay
My f*ckin' child support an' shit

Bitch, I'm out here tryin' to do all that shit
An' that shit don't go my f*ckin' way
Sometimes you need to get the f*ck up off my back
An' let me learn how to get this shit right on
I want you to stop f*ckin wit me
Why don't you stop f*ckin wit me?

Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me
Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me

Bitch, I'm tryin' to get a job but it just don't work
Bitch, I'm tryin' to get a job but that shit don't work
Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk
Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk

Can't hire no nigga like me in that bitch
Can't hire no nigga like me in that bitch
Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads an' shit
Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads an' shit

Man, f*ck these niggaz, I'll go back to sellin' dope
Man, f*ck these niggaz, I'll go back to sellin' dope
Now my baby mama callin' 'bout that child support
Now my baby mama's callin' 'bout that child support

Bitch, back the f*ck up an' let me smoke my weed
Bitch, back the f*ck up, let me smoke my weed
Motherf*ck you bitch, stop screamin' at me
Motherf*ck you bitch, stop screamin' at me

Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me
Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me

Seem like no matter what the f*ck I do
My bitch, she always on f*ckin' top of me
I'm out here tryin' to make f*ckin' money an' shit
An' every time, I motherf*ckin' come home
This bitch always got somethin' to say
I'm cheatin' on her an' shit, I ain't doin' nothin'

I'm tryin' hard as I can, bitch, leave me alone
I'm tryin' hard as I can, bitch, leave me alone
You better back your ass up before you catch it to your dome
You better back your ass up before you catch it to your dome

I've been out all day, all I want is a beer
I've been out all day, all I want is a beer
Now here yo' ass come with bullshit in my ear
Now here yo' ass come with bullshit in my ear

I ain't been with no bitch, been tryin' to make this money
I ain't been with no bitch, been tryin' to make this money
Keep pushin' a nigga an' shit gon' get funny
Keep pushin' a nigga an' shit gon' get funny

You mad 'cause you heard that your girl like me
You mad 'cause you heard that your girl like me
You better check that bitch before you come an' check me
You better check that bitch before you come an' check me

Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me
Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me

Know what? I'm just gonna leave the motherf*ckin' house
'Cause if I stay in this motherf*cker
I'm gonna end up f*ckin' yo' ass up
An' I ain't tryin' to motherf*ckin' go to jail

I'm goin' to just jump in my motherf*ckin' shit
Get on the highway, find me some 'dro
An' get the f*ck away from your motherf*ckin' ass
'Cause I'm about to lose my f*ckin' mind
Bye, bitch, oh, shit, what the f*ck?
The motherf*ckin' police behind me, shit

Had to get out the house far away from my bitch
I had to get out the house far away from my bitch
'Cause if I stayed any longer it might be some shit
If I stayed any longer it might be some shit

An' now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the floor
An' now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the floor
An' a nigga just fired up a blunt of that 'dro
An' a nigga just fired up a blunt of that 'dro

The police pulled me over on some seatbelt shit
The police pulled me over on some seatbelt shit
That's when he finds out my license an' my tag ain't legit
That's when he finds out my license an' my tag ain't legit

Hope he don't pop my truck 'cause in there is some shit
Hope he don't pop my truck 'cause in there is some shit
'Cause I got 'bout three or four bricks in that bitch
'Cause I got 'bout three or four bricks in that bitch

Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me
Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me

Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me
Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me

Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me
Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me

Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me
Why you f*ckin' wit me? Stop f*ckin wit me
Don't be f*ckin' wit me, stop f*ckin wit me

Ya know, I hate when some crazy bitch says "lets be friends".
Yea, I wanna be the friend that's FUCKING YOU IN THE ASS BITCH!
That's the friend I wanna be

[Usher & Lil Jon]
Usher, Usher
Lil Jon, Ludacris
Yeah, man
Once again, it's on
It's on
You know we had to do it again, right?
We had to do it again, boy (Uh-huh, uh, yeah)
I want you to sing to these ladies, man
Oh, oh, oh (I guess I'm up first, let me at 'em)
Oh, oh, oh (Check it, let's get it)

[Usher]
Baby, how you doing? Hope that you're fine
Wanna know what you got in mind tonight
Got me fiendin' like Jodeci, girl, I can't leave you alone (Got me fiending)
Take a shot of this here Patrón and it's gon' be on
VIP done got way too crowded, I'm about to end up calling it a night
You should holler at your girl, tell her you're shaking the scene
Pull off, beep, beep, shotgun in the GT with me
She said, "Oh, I'm ready to ride"
I was like, "Yeah, 'cause once you get inside, you can't change your mind
Don't mean to sound impatient, but you gotta promise, baby"
Oh

[Usher & Ludacris]
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby)
That we'll be lovers and friends (Oh, I gotta know baby, oh, yeah)
Tell me again (Make sure you're right, oh, before we begin)
That we'll be lovers and friends (Oh, oh, it's a good look baby)
It's a really good look, baby, look here

[Ludacris]
Sometime wanna be your lover, sometime wanna be your friend
Sometime wanna hug you, hold hands, slow dance while the record spins
Opened up your heart 'cause you said I made you feel so comfortable
Used to play back then, now you all grown up like Rudy Huxtable
I could be your Bud, you could beat me up
Play fight in the dark, then we both make up
I'd do anything just to feel your butt
Why you got me so messed up?
I don't know, but you gotta stop tripping
Be a good girl, now turn around and get these whippings
You know you like it like that
You don't have to fight back
Here's a pillow, bite that
And I'll be setting separate plays
So on all these separate days
Your legs can go they separate ways

[Usher]
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby)
That we'll be lovers and friends (Oh, it's a good look, baby)
Tell me again (Tell me over and over and over again)
That we'll be lovers and friends (Make sure you're right before you choose)

[Lil' Jon]
I've been knowing you for a long time (Shorty)
But f*cking never crossed my mind (Shorty)
But tonight, I seen something in you (Shorty)
That made me wanna get with you (Shorty)
You ain't been nothing but a friend to me (Shorty)
And a nigga never, ever dreamed we'd be (Shorty)
Up in here kissing, hugging, squeezing, touching (Shorty)
Up in the bathtub rub-a-dubbing (Shorty)
Are you sure you wanna go this route? (Shorty)
Let a nigga know before I pull it out (Shorty)
I would never, ever cross the line (Shorty)
Shorty, let me hear you tell me one more time
One more time

[Usher]
Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby)
That we'll be lovers and friends (Oh, it's a good look, baby)
Tell me again (Make sure you're right, oh, before we leave)
That we'll be lovers and friends (Tell me over and over and over again)

[Usher, Ludacris & Lil Jon]
Ah, ah-hooh
Ah, ah-hooh
Ah, ah-hooh, oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Please tell your lovers and friends
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again (Hey)
Uh, please tell your lovers and friends
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again (Hey)
That's right, yeah, please tell your lovers and friends
That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again (Hey)

(feat. Oobie)

[Oobie:]
I'm sliding me on top of you
Doing things that lovers do
But I don't belong to you
Whats a girl suppose to do
I only need one night with you
To make all our dreams come true
You could never be my man,
You can be my one night stand

[Oobie/Chorus]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

Well it's about a quarter to three
No ones lookin',
Its just you and me
You know I'm down for whatever
And I aim to please
But its only for this one night

Boy I hope that you'll come well prepared
Cause I want you to know that
I ain't ever scared
You just got to RSVP
And I'll be there
But its only for this one night

[Chorus]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

[Lil Jon:]
Shawty,let me know whats up wit it (wit it)
Won't you let a real thug hit it (hit it)
Stop playin' with these lames
Ain't got no shame
The liquor is to blame (you know it)
I just go to tell you this (whats up)
Those lips I wanna kiss
That ass I gotta grab
Yo' shit I gotta stab
I got my baby mama,
You got your baby daddy
We ain't got all night
Lil mama, get it right
Yo' shit is good and tight
I ain't 'bout them games shawty (nah)
You know my name shawty (yea)
Just use yo' brains,
If you know what I'm sayin'
Its a one night stand shawty

[Chorus:]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

[Oobie/Two Times:]
If you know how to keep a secret,
You can get it fo' sure
Just make sure you get enough
Cause you can get it no more

[Big Sam:]
Come and ride out wit cha boy (Big Sam) then fill with almond joy
Like I told you,
I'm something just like a freak
So keep the games fo the middle of the week
Damn you look so pretty (pretty)
With yo' big ol' ass
And your tig ol' bittys
red bone, fine self, 5'9
For one night, I gotta make you mine
Yea I know you gotta a man shawty
And you know I got a wife shawty
So lets strap it up,
I hope the pussys tight
Cuz we got one night shawty

[Oobie:]
I'm not tryin' to be your girlfriend
Just for a one night stand
And you can't never be my boyfriend
Just for a one night stand

[Chorus:]
Boy I know you got a girl
And you know I got a man
So lets both respect the game
And have a one night stand
Everybody wanna know
But they wouldn't understand
So lets keep it on the low
And have a one night stand

[x2]
You'll be my man (only for one night)
And I'll be your girl (only for one night)

A skeet skeet skeet skeet, makes love to his wife and gets that skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet,sorry bout that da skeet skeet skeet (what)skeet skeet skeet can't say, you can't say skeet on the radio, da skeet skeet skeet skeet skeet, my man you can't say skeet on the radio, ima just start sayin that on the show come on lets take, man shit if you can say skeet on the radio, you know what's so dope about skeet, white people don't know what it means yet, when they figure it out they're gonna be like "my god what have we done"
(music starts)
Good evening ladies and gentlemen my name is dj flex ahhhh I represent washington d.c. tonight we goin from d.c. to a-town (yeah) and we be comin (yeah) lil jon and the east side boyz aww skeet skeet skeet (background music starts "aww skeet skeet")come on y'all, lets get it goin,skeet skeet skeet skeet I say what, that ain't crunk enough, hey hey that ain't crunk enough, hey man you ready ahh lets go right now, (lil jon) a break it down now, let me see you do the, ah break it down now, let me see you do the, wah break it down now, let me see you do the, wah break it down now, (here we gooo) come on skeet skeet, mother f*ckin ass hoe, do dat come on, skeet skeet more now, now yeah come on, skeet more mother f*cker, like that, come on skeet skeet, mother f*ckin ass hoe, drop that ass hoe, come on crunk that mother f*ckin back, drop that ass come on, crunk that mother f*ckin back, like that what, come on crunk that mother f*ckin back, like that, come on, crunk that mother f*ckin back, bout now shorty, to the mother f*ckin back now, bounce around shorty,crunk that mother f*ckin back, bend over shorty, to the mother f*ckin back, bounce around shorty, to da mother f*ckin back now, bend over shorty, make you mother f*ckin breathe now, bend over da mother f*ckin back now, da bounce around shorty,to the mother f*ckin back now, da bounce around shorty,to da mother f*ckin breathe now, bend over shorty, make you mother f*ckin breathe now, that's right shorty I got damn, da skeet skeet, drop that thang shorty, I got damn ah skeet skeet, got quick shorty, make it mother f*ckin drop now, twist shorty, shake your mother f*ckin back shorty, ah skeet skeet skeet, a say what, skeet skeet skeet skeet, lets get it goin, skeet skeet skeet, come on aww skeet skeet, skeet skeet skeet, ahh ahh that ain't crunk enough, come on jon, alright check this out ladies, what the, its time to skeet, I mean y'all came to really party tonight, we on that we on that, how many of y'all ladies came to really dance tonight, we all that, where y'all at, we gon take this thing over the top, now whatever I say y'all gotta do, whatever I say y'all gotta do, drop that ass shake that mother f*cker up, now drop that ass shake that mother f*cker up, lean back some mo',shake that mother f*cker up, lean back some mo, shake that mother f*cker up, shake that ass real hard, to the left make it right, shake that ass real hard, to the left and the right, now what you mother f*ckin need you needs to say, you all need to say, we about to do this skeet, lil jon, east side boyz, we real striaght up in here tonight y'all, hay hey if you with me ah get them hands up, if y'all with me ah get them hands up, hey if you with me ah get them hands up, if y'all with me ah get them hands up, we about to get skeet skeet come on clap your hands, clap your hands, clap your hands,clap your hands,clap your hands, I said clap your hands,clap your hands, I say clap your hands, say we gon break it down now, yeahhh, thank you ladies and gentlemen thank you for lettin' us get our.. skeet on, come on come on, eh were gonna take this thing around the country and skeet on the whole united states, come on come on, dj flex lil jon and the east side boyz, come on come on here we go, ungh....

Yo what's up, dis is Chris Rock
And I'm wit my man Lil Jon
And we stay in da club,
We live in da club,
We die in da club,
We get our car washed in da club,
We go to school in da club
We go to da cleaners in da club,
We never leave da motherf*ckin club!
We go to church in da club!
We do everything in the motherf*ckin club!
We pay our taxes in da club!
We go to the library in da club!

[x2]
What are we doing tonight baby?
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club

[x2]
'Bout to roll up to this club
'Bout to step up in this club
'Bout to get big in this club
'Bout to get wild in this club

[Ludacris]
Hey Kelly!
Oh damn! There go expensive Chris
At the bar behind all the most expensive shit
And his car always got the most expensive kit
So his gun always got the most extended clip
Hey! Luda Luda, I'm built to last
Nicknamed double barrel and I'm built to blast
Since your girl ain't a freak, well you gotta convince me
Cause I'm all up in the fifth getting straight Lewinsky
And smoking some of that "Kill Bill"
Ten Mil motherf*cker I'm still trill
Can't party with the women that like it dick
Refuse to cut my hair like Michael Vick
Dirty bird even judges say the birds are dirty
We the reason that the clubs start closing early
Walk up and watch the crowd start moving quick
And I ain't gotta pay the DJ to play my shit

[Chorus]

[Lil' Jon]
Yeah, hey, hey, hey
With the bull pimp cup man I'm sloppy drunk
I don't broke into club it's the king of crunk
Let the anal way find, and and the woofers blow
Throw some ass in my lap and I'm good to go
I spread a shined out bottle, crack a beer
While the ladies are all rubbing my neck and beard
No need to even ask it, who's the boss?
When the dreadlocks slam and the roof come off
The crunk juice got me up all night shit
And in last year making that bite shit
Not an essay calling me Loc De Niro
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
Fresh by the front and I'm ready to play
Got the dog but I knew my had to lie (ok)
BME turn millionaire, and we all like 'what what, yeah'

[Chorus]

[R. Kelly]
90 other time I would say it's over
Since the party so live, I can keep it going
Shit don't stop till six in the morning
Come seven o'clock a nigga still ain't yawning
Baby girl leaving now on her toes
Hangover, wait a minute girl you leaving your clothes
And tickets gonna sell for a major show
If yousa a hater at the booth and the booth is closed
And move out the way I'm a Luda fan
Up north, dirty south, west eastside man
All strippers in the club stand up right now
We want to see you shake your booty in the place right now
Where we going?

[Chorus]

(feat. Nate Dogg, Snoop Dogg, Suga Free, Oobie)

[Intro: Lil' Jon and the East side Boyz]
Yeah, Yeah...
LiL' Jon and the east side boyz (thats right bitch)
Suga free (suga free)
Bad boy snoop dogg, oobie wassup girl
And this nigga right here
Sing it to them nate dogg (hey) (sing it man)

[verse 1: nate dogg]
Back in the days i use to like bitches (uhh)
But i tell you now days bitches aint shit (tell 'em)
And if you wonder why i say this (yeah,yeah)
I've had a lot of women and bitches think they slick (shoopbop ??)
Sneakin' around f*ckin' around whenever were not around (always)
Actin' all sophisticated spending money that she didnt make (oh,ya)
I get so mad that i could slap her actin like she cleopatra (ya,ya,hey)
Aint no need to ask shes a slave to tha money and im the master

[hook: nate dogg]
Thats why i smoke sunday monday tuesday wednesday thursday friday saturday
Dont let no girl no bitch (hey) no man no nigga get in my way
I keep my gun with me (always) for peace i keep it right by my side (05 bitch)
Big nate long beach we'll keep Lil' Jon tight beat so come on let's ride

[verse 2: lil' jon]
Whats up with these tryin'to play a nigga
?? hoes straight stay a nigga
No more dick in yo pussy just stick with your throat
You aint gon get no child support
Playing a nigga like you were one to know that
But i love yo gurls, naw i was just playing
You say you love me if i was just playing
Why i gotta be likr that, why must i chase the cat
Or really why must i chase the rat
Nigga f*cking bitches how bout that
Wont you buy me a drink (bitch hell naw)
Let me hit yo thang?(bitch hell naw)
Wont you take me to yo crib(bitch hell naw)
Lets go to the mall(bitch hell naw)

[hook]

[east side boyz]
Stop. SHYEAH. take a left. SLAM.
Pimped out. shyeah. take a left. SLAM.
Stop. SHYEAH. take a left. SLAM
Pimped out. SHYEAH. take a left. SLAM.

[verse 3: suga free]
Now dont get me started
And never say what you wanna do
Cause your just a recess pieces to get turned out too
Now i can get that man back
But how you gonna sue me child support
When you aint sat down and wrote me a rap
See you cant??
Uh oh suga free the last dinosaur from caveman
(she'll center) i toast? to this
So she can check the track, i toast? to that
You can catch him on the dance floor, i toss to this
And you know she aint got no panties, i toss to that
Gooshie-gooshie-moshie-mooshie-push me-push me
I can tell by the way she dance shes got a nice pussy

[hook]

[verse 4: snoop dogg]
Yeah, let me get a glass of that
Puff puff pass it back
Doggy dogg with a classic rap, blazing sacks back-to-back
Imagine that
Im tryibg to holla at shiniqua
Champagne for me and my peopa
VIP'ing, LBC'ing, DPG's, they'll be G's
Until the end of time, and will continue to shine
My games gettin' bigger, its a wrap. chuuch my nigga

[oobie]
Let me tell ya about a bitch
Bitches are??
Bitches dont give a shit
All a bitch want is a victim of??
You aint get no loyalty
Cause a bitch gon always be
They love it when you f*ck 'em
They love it when you leave? em
Better yet when you mistreat her
For the bitch, nigga you dont need em
You bitches, aint getting shit
??

[outro: lil' jon]
(hey hey) there you have ladies and gentlemen (there you have it)
Our desdription (uh uh)
Of how these bitches be actin' this
Motherf*cka that cant be
All i gotta say is keep oit pimpin' pimpin' (keep it pimpin' pimpin')
And i dont trust these motherf*ckin' hoes (oh oh)

Yo this is Chris Rock with Lil Jon, bein corrupted.
I think it's time for the bitches to get a lil lower, lower then last time.
That's right, I want you bitches to be under under.
That's right, whan you see under, be under that motherf*cker.
LOW!
LOW BITCH!
Lower then a f*cking pregnant ant's stomach bitch!
LOWER!
Whatchu doing standin bitch?!
GET DOWN!
F*cking incomin bitch! Incomin!
GET LOW!!

Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up! turn me up
Yo! turn me up, turn me up! up some more
Up, up some more! Up, up some more
Yeah, up up some more

I walk in the club so dashin, in the latest BBC fashion
The light from the strip club flashing
Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing
We're hundred G makers till they cremate us
Skateboard P in the lime green gators
White chinchilla, million dollar neck glitter
Yeah I got security, see that gorilla
When you got money, it's hard to hide it
Took my hand out my pocket and watched her eyes get
Big, took a million to supersize it
All the bitches saying 'hey' like my name was Issac
Why you put me on blast like that?
Shit why you shaking wit an ass like that?
Besides I wasn't really trying to smash like that
I got a girl, bitch I ain't fast like that
This Miami, time's wasting, bet that bass line keep you shaking
Look, end of the night all my niggas is waiting
Uh uh, not me ma, told ya I'm taken

(Stick that thang out) Some more
Uh! uh! some more, skeezer
(Stick that thang out) Some more
Yeah, uh! uh! some more
(Stick that thang out) Some more
Uh! uh! some more, skeezer
(Stick that thang out) Some more
Hold it, Yeah, uh uh, some more

I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity
Get on the floor if ya got that booty
Shake what ya momma gave ya, shake what ya momma gave ya
I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity
Get on the floor if ya got that booty
Shake what ya momma gave ya, shake what ya momma gave ya
Dance, too much booty in your pants
Dance, too much booty in your pants
I said dance, too much booty in your pants
Dance, too much booty in your pants
Well shake that ass bitch and let me see what ya got
Well shake that ass bitch and let me see what ya got
Hey! hey! hey! I said shake it, don't break it
It took ya momma nine months to make it
I say shake it, don't' break it
It took ya momma nine months to make it
Well scrub the ground, scrub the ground, scrub the ground

Hey! She really likes to party
She really likes to dance
She really likes to dance, dance, dance

I like a fine ass bitch, a down ass bitch
A money getting bitch, I love that shit
'Cause she danced in the club, and yes she gon' call
If you got a little money she taking her clothes off
She dance like a muhf*cking dance machine
Taking her ass to the beat for me
Nigga ain't spending more money than a lil bit
But I really love that shit, I love that shit!

Yeah! thick bitch wit a drive to f*ck
Get her off in the truck and she bound to suck
The ho love to bump, she don't like knee pads
She scrub em up, her legs that is
Fat puddy cat wit a head that's trill
The type of bitch have a nigga not paying bills
Fo real, by our God damn selves
F*ck thirty niggas and she don't need help

(Stick that thang out) Some more
Uh! uh! some more, skeezer
(Stick that thang out) Some more
Yeah, uh! uh! some more
(Stick that thang out) Some more
Uh! uh! some more, skeezer
(Stick that thang out) Some more
Hold it, Yeah, uh uh,some more

Dance, dance, dance
I like the way you dance girl
Just bring that shit over and dance on a nigga like me
Keep shaking that thang girl, keep popping that thang girl
Shaking that thang girl, popping that thang girl
Keep shaking that thang girl, keep popping that thang girl
Keep shaking that thang girl, Keep popping that thang girl
Keep shaking that thang girl, Keep popping that thang girl
Keep shaking that thang girl, Keep popping that thang girl
Keep shaking that thang girl, Keep popping that thang girl

(feat. Nas, T.I., Bun B, Ice Cube)

[SIREN sounds]

[Intro: Lil' John talking]
"Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It's been a long journey getting' to
this motherf*ckin' point of this Crunk Juice shit. (What?!)
But we done got to the last motherf*ckin' song niggaz
(Last shit niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest motherf*ckin'
emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!
IT'S THE MOTHERF*CKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!"

[Verse 1: Bun B]
We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay)
When hereon in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden
Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plate
Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight
I said hard work, that's soft work even with wet work
Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network (Let's go)
We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work
And if you ain't gettin' your work from us you bound to get jerked
We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola since the crackas decided to
take the coke from Coca-Cola
Hold the rollers, the king of the Trill
The underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel
Nigga just sound the bell
Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I'm lovin'
Nigga we passed all that pushin', man it's time for shovin'
I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves
We gonna start exposin' off like Farhrenheit 9/11

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
I'ma speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me
A nigga only fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy
I'ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya
Wear whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya
If you stressin' to get buried
My niggaz'll send you back to the essence in a hurry
Sippin' Crunk Juice, blowin' Dutchies in the Chevy
Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy
Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi'
And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!)
FED's don't need no warrants 'cause y'all all informants
So I get higher than New York insurance
Try to keep shit clean like Florence
Moved on up on the East side 'cause I never lost endurance
And it's all real niggaz, if I ever get a license to carry
Shit, that's a license to kill niggaz

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues
And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's
I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused
All spectators can say is, "This lil' nigga's a fool"
A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed
Better prove, you niggaz pussy as the Moulan Rouge
So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what
To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair
'Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there
Now you know I ain't no ?, I got ten folk there
They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer
Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare
Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair
When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair
Guarantee you nah a real nigga breathin' accounted
At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there
Hollow, television name-dropper reachin' for help
So I ain't gotta say a word, pimp you beatin' ya'self
You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game
Any nigga with the nerve to say another man name
When that other man ain't even present
And deny it when somebody ask him about it
That nigga's a lame, you like to lie on the mic
Hide behind fame, I was a G when I came
That's the way I remain

[Verse 4: Nas]
Who besides the Egyptian-walker, f*ckers have a conniption
My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune
I dazzle 'em, like the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus the perm
From the tiniest sperm that the mightiest The Almighty can muster
Project prophet, chronic blockage gives Alzheimer's to youngsters
Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs
With who? For what? They screw-face me up, my boo laced me up
Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Kalan Gro in pimp mode
The inf' glow on his clothes and you know it's over
Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna chew ya
Try not to lose me, I try not to lose'ya
Mamma say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to Cuba
To chill with some politi-kill niggaz who ill
'Cause y'all niggaz are losers, don't get comfortable nigga
Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, I'm the last don
You'll ever know so, here you go y'all can take these thoughts
Anyway I'm chargin' emcees a late fee cost
So when y'all done with my style, please break me off
But never make Nas mad just in case cross
'Cause ah, lately y'all don't make me happy
To calm my nerve I need the herb GNC don't carry

[Verse 5: Ice Cube]
Who the f*ck is that? It's Ice Cube motherf*cka
He's a maniac, no I'ma fool motherf*cka
Old school motherf*cka, blow through a motherf*cka
What you heard about a nigga so true motherf*cka
See I'm ugly and prettay, I'm polished and grittay
Shoot better than that nigga that tried to kill 50
See, niggaz get shittay when I come to their cittay
When I hit the spot that bitch they like -- she cummin' with me
Cause I got an ego big as TO, but I'm not an Eagle
Bitch, I roll with Rigo 'cause gangstas don't dance we boogie
I told you motherf*ckas Kobe didn't take that pussy
Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit
Even if the DA is a piece'a shit
Colorado got movatos, don't eat that shit
Another White bitch lyin' on thee Black dick
I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, pimpin' like black 'Lacs
Give niggaz flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks
When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack
Niggaz get out and vanish like Star Treks
So f*ckin incredible, I'm so f*ckin' credible
No matter what happen, I'll never turn federal
And that's my report comin' straight from Cali
Ice Cube is the shit on this motherf*ckin' Grand Finale