Jim Jones - Crunk Muzik

Yeah! Ay! Dip-Set! Come on... Black-out, lets do it... Dip, dip-set! Dip, dip, dip, dip-s Dip, dip, dip, dip-s Dip, dip, dip, dip [Juelz Santana] Now this here is that bomb diggy (diggy) Diggy dang, the dons with me Killa, he'll kill a nigga you thinkin' harming me Capo's corrupted (yop), he's wrong vato to fuck wit (yop) Labeled and known as a young Pac to the public And me, Human Crack in the flesh (flesh) I'm the last of the best (best) One word to describe me (what), spectacular, YES! So stay calm shorty, when you see that palmed .40 (.40?) I'll pop it slow, you'll rock and roll, like Bon Jovi So don't fool with the click (Ay!) Don't fool with the Dips (Ay!) You will die, you will lie in a pool full of shit (Ay!) When that gun with the clip in (what) Start dumpin' and rippin', (yop) At ya'll head, ya'll some dead summamabitches (Ay!) You give a chick hard dick and bubblegum (Ay!) I give a chick a hard brick and bubble-yum (Ay!) Like here, take that, shake that, break that (Ay!) In half and please bring me cake back [Chorus:] [Juelz Santana] You kow what the movements like You know how movin', right Move, cause we in the mood to fight [Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, .45 on waist [Juelz Santana] You kow what the movements like You know how movin', right Move, cause we in the mood to fight [Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, .45 on waist [Jim Jones] This is that bang, bang, bang To my hooligan, gang While you movin' them thangs And ya toolies go blast (silence) Call me Richochet Rabbit Cause I click and spray matics And my niggaz straight savage (Goonies!) Penelope pump let off six whole rounds (boom!) 'Fore (boom!) one (boom!) shell (boom!) hit (boom!) the (boom!) ground In the hood he known as a Capo To the goons and the heights its all tato (TATO!) Aint gotta know me some vato In the heights to move on some pato (demelo) Ok muchacho, they told me that you got it tato (meda) I know movin' someone know we usually gone pop you (te matan) This that 9 double 1, with a 9 double m If its crime lets have fun, lets have fun, lets have fun This that o trizzy 1, triple o, whoa, whoa If you scared get ya gun (get ya gun, get ya gun) This that uptop crunk When the truck stop, dump This where the bucks stop chump (dump, dump, dump) [Chorus:] [Juelz Santana] You know what the movemets like You know how me movin', right Move, cause we in the mood to fight [Jim Jones] This is that get crunk move bitch Get drunk stupid High like space, .45 on waist [Cam'Ron] That rooti, tooti, fruity, Louie, what I usually do (what's this?) This that jump, stop, breathe, whoody-who Gats in the truck Platt, platt, pass to a duck I'm the menace, owe me money, tat, tat, tat, what the fuck (You ome me money motherfucker!?) Ya'll reppin' that 5 still I'm reppin' that 5 mill Neverland, thriller, Killa Cam, Jackson 5 bill (so what!) Lets style a bit, Italian shit, $5000 spent Show you how to get that powder shit Filed the fifth, jet out of it My proud of what is yo' turn, Jim so burned Live bitch, why kiss, on my wrist a glowworm ($50,000) And I keep heat, cause in these streets (what you hear?) Just hear woop, woop, whant, whant, beep, beep (that's the cops) And you rumble, never, me, hit a humble diva (a few of 'em) And I stay with the white, I got Jungle Fever (nose candy) So tell Lucccaay (what) That her boobi's, loco, cookie monster, who he (who am I?) I'm the 1 the rep the set Left to left, death to death You be yellow-taped, outlined, etch-a-sketched