I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
[DJ Paul] My nigga silent night, deadly night That's when I start when I start creepin' like a hitman Scope my man then I toss the dynamite Bitches yall ain't got the guns Bitches yall ain't got the funds Fuckin' around with Three to Six I'll make you niggas duck and run Hoes this ain't no game I'm playin' I'm sayin', I'm fed up with you boys Crunchy catch that trick back on that-ways he still remeber them punks Straight hoe nigga, flat broke nigga Make his eyes close I drop you niggas like I drop my hoes
[Gangsta Boo] I say we marchin' and steppin', plenty weapons we packin' Why you haters be lackin' always dissin' with rappin' How you bumpin' our shit then you turn around an you diss? You wouldn't want to step we been in this shit you rookie bitch Let me see who it be..shh pysch boy I ain't sayin your name you know who you are Lil' Boy In my time I saw faces, people of shades and races People nail me to crosses like I'm Jesus you Satan
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
[Juicy J] Now I ain't fucked up bout these niggas dissin' Cause a nigga givin these blessings See you like a dog you fetching, starin at a fuckin' weapon Know your momma taught you better, never try to diss a player Maybe I can kill you now or stall around and kill you later Probably I should call the boys Tell them to bring them toys We gonna bust them bitches and fold them up like aluminium foil And keep loadin them guns Takin em one by one Throwin' up sets and snappin' necks until the job is done
[Lord Infamous] Take em' on a lyrical holocaust Infamous is just our mafia boss Nigga walk around with his head blown off Call me the wicked ass lord of farce Nigga one look and get his ass ripped apart Infamous coke has got no heart Coming through the hoe ain't no motherfuckin boss Fall to the earth ??? Hoes be froze in a permanent dose These bitches blow me outta their clothes Call me the nigga with the dirty nose That will unload a 44 up to the foes Ain't no playin with you motherfuckin hoes Let's throw that rope but you hoes don't know But the infamous know you So and So and Toe and Toe I take the flow
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for riches
[Koopsta Knicca] Ahh... ??? ??? dress up on my head see, heard dat? Ask motherfuckin' scared nigga hell yeah Jumped up out the bed cause no sofa bed bitch ya heard? ??? ??? 4 clickas ain't going out like no bitch Ain't no ??? out this place like that fog up in my face Ain't no rollin' like no sissy Ain't no busta bitch, OK? Grab that gat cocked and handle like they think that I'm crazed So hit in their the face like a third grader on acid
I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty fucked I can't be barrin' you bitches I'm staying crunk I'm plenty drunk I can't be barrin' you bitches These boys ain't wild I'll fuck them cowards stick them bitches for richesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
