{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]} who the crunkest in this motherfucker? [folks on the right.] who the crunkest in this motherfucker? [people on the left.](x4)
{Juicy J} you know the time is tickin short, now im reachin for the vault grab them clothes that match the night, and them things they call they aunt yes a nigga know im 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 shit a nigga did hoe I ain't dentin a fuckin dinner roll, your bodies in the trunk cause shit 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 motherfuckin gang on the block is where you hang, throw them motherfuckin thangs nigga drivin up the K. slangin rocks or pushin weight ghetto nigga from the south, ain't no law that we cant break
{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]} who the crunkest in this motherfucker? [folks on the right.] who the crunkest in this motherfucker? [people on the left.](x4) who the crunkest(x7) in this motherfucker?
{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 b-a-z(Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
