Tear da Club Up Thugs Who the Crunkest Lyrics

CrazyNDaLazDayz Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 DaLazDayz
  • 2 Who the Crunkest
  • 3 Smoked Out
  • 4 I'm Losing It
  • 5 Throw Your Sets
  • 6 Undercover Freaks
  • 7 Wet Party
  • 8 Elbow a Nigga
  • 9 Hell Naw
  • 10 Get Buck, Get Wild
  • 11 On Da Block
  • 12 What You Lookin' For
  • 13 Paper Chase
  • 14 Hypnotize Cash Money
  • 15 When God Calls Time Out
  • 16 Big Business
  • 17 When It's on It's Murder
  • 18 Push 'em Off
  • 19 Slob on My Nob
  • 20 All Dirty Hoes
  • 21 Triple Six Clubhouse
  • 22 A Niggas Worst Downfall
  • 23 Hypnotize Minds/Prophet Posse
  • 24 Comin' Up Next
  • featuring Project Pat



    {Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}

    who the crunkest in this ************?

    [folks on the right.]

    who the crunkest in this ************?

    [people on the left.](x4)



    {Juicy J}

    you know the time is tickin short, now I'm reachin for the vault

    grab them clothes that match the night, and them things they call they aunt

    yes a ***** know I'm quiet, if you don't talk they think your soft

    but I be quick to pull and blast and leave your body full of chalk

    never talk cause when you talk these hoes be all up in your biz

    bring the word up where you livin, all the **** a ***** did

    hoe I ain't dentin a ****in dinner roll, your bodies in the trunk

    cause **** some keys over seas, may the flour mix with funk

    I call the police 911 "Their's been a murder on my set."

    and when they pull up on my set, we pop them things and then we jet

    on the low is how I keep it, if you want your blood to spill,

    run your mouth off in the street, and pull your gun to shoot to kill

    if you real if you realer than a **********in gang

    on the block is where you hang, throw them **********in thangs

    ***** drivin up the K. slangin rocks or pushin weight

    ghetto ***** from the south, ain't no law that we can't break



    {Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}

    who the crunkest in this ************?

    [folks on the right.]

    who the crunkest in this ************?

    [people on the left.](x4)

    who the crunkest(x7) in this ************?



    {DJ Paul}

    what you know about goin out, headin out, ridin out, down south

    findin DJ Paul with the gold and diamonds in his mouth

    ridin in the Rover with the boys and the broads in the cars behind me

    could you tell me how'd you find me

    Rolex hangin up out the window shiny as hell

    I must have gave myself away with my diamond bezz-le{bling}

    slang the Rover in the garage crankin up the Capris

    time to check up on my tramps in the be -a-z(<-busy) week

    zone us hangin on corners slangin that marijuana

    hoe we been known since we been gone good since this early morn

    biggity-bust em dust em make em put plugs in donuts

    in my hood I'm like wassup with somethin that's on us

    groovin with the Hypnotized Camp Posse boys

    took my credit card, the Lexus, bought ten of them toys (ha, ha)

    I got you thinkin wishin you was through with the Hypnotizers

    but facin failure you can get the club crunk like us



    {Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}

    who the crunkest in this ************?

    [folks on the right.]

    who the crunkest in this ************?

    [people on the left.] (x4)

    who the crunkest(x7) in this ************



    {Project Pat}

    knicky knack patty wack automatic ghetto bust

    some say they down but they shady so in glock I trust

    I shall bust if you in it man represent it man

    if its all about that yah that green then I'm wit it man

    understand where I'm comin from, out the ghetto slum

    Project Pat, Tear da Club up Thugs out here slangin drugs

    makin lame thugs bite the dust if they step to us

    ain't no need to cuss even fuss let that Ruger bust

    if you real you can keep it real never fake the deal

    if you gotta kill for your meal than you handle that

    in the street the gat is a tool used for regulatin

    poppin off lead at your hat when you violating

    incriminating eyes when you see me passin in my Lex

    haters in diguise don't you boot this killa do what it takes

    laid to rest must have been your time for you to clock out

    had a vest but you should have had your ****in glock out



    {Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}

    who the crunkest in this ************?

    [folks on the right.]

    who the crunkest in this ************?

    [people on the left.] (x4)

    who the crunkest in this ************?(x8)

    who the crunkest(x7) in this mother-(x3)

    who the crunkest(x7) in this ************?

    Written by: Jeff Page, Joe Cooley, Jordan Houston, Pat Houston, Paul Beairegard, Rodney Oliver
    Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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