Crank It Up (feat. Hawk, Mr. 3-2, Lil’ Keke, Chris Ward, Will-Lean) feat. Hawk,Mr. 3-2,Lil’ Keke,Chris Ward,Will-Lean

歌詞

Yeah, yeah, yeah, S.U.C Put your hands up, put your hands up Put your hands up, put your hands up We bout to crank it up, y'all ain't crunk enough Throw yo sets up, crank this bitch up We bout to crank it up, y'all ain't crunk enough Throw yo sets up, crank this bitch up We bout to crank it up, y'all ain't crunk enough Throw yo sets up, crank this bitch up We bout to crank it up, y'all ain't crunk enough Throw yo sets up, crank this bitch up H.A.W.K. Gangs throw your sets up, gamblers place your bets up Hoes pull your dress up, hustlers get big bucks Pimps don't handcuff, 'cause we drive big trucks Big rims butter guts, she wanna roll with us Ladies throw your hands up, ballers throw a grand up If you feel me stand up, thugs cap the man up Who got the good stuff, gon' head and fire it up One puff two puff, let's get fucked up Mr. 3-2 Get wired up fired up, tear the whole house down Let me know where you at, gon' head scream it now Give it up where ya at, throw it up in the sky Represent it if you real, till the day that you die Screwed Up forever, we ain't going nowhere Mr. 3-2, bitch I don't fight fair Oh yeah it's going down, Screwed Up underground Chop the record two times, bout to slow the world up Lil' Keke H.A.W.K. told me crank it up, blueberry stank it up Now we come in two's, my corner's bout to blank it up Southside young don, money weighing two tons Killers toting big guns, hater niggas on the run Everybody hands up, gangsta niggas stand up S.U.C. has crushed every click, that has ran up Big rims big trucks, y'all niggas fucked up 7-1-3, every hood get your sets up We bout to crank it up, y'all ain't crunk enough Throw yo sets up, crank this bitch up We bout to crank it up, y'all ain't crunk enough Throw yo sets up, crank this bitch up We bout to crank it up, y'all ain't crunk enough Throw yo sets up, crank this bitch up We bout to crank it up, y'all ain't crunk enough Throw yo sets up, crank this bitch up Chris Ward Get crunk in this bitch, if you drunk in this bitch Fire y'all skunk in this bitch, or some funk in this bitch Don't fuck around, and get jumped in this bitch Oh yeah we deep S.U.C., we leave you stomped in this bitch It's C. Ward the spokesman, from Yellowstone to Coke-land When the 4-4's ran, man I don't do no plans If you got a tainted cup, fuck sipping drank it up For Screw light your lighters high in the sky, and crank it up Clay-Doe I got a focused regiment, that focus on presidents When it's time to represent, you know 'Doches gon' represent My residence, salute three's to acknowledge me Fire up that chronic leaf, drank face follow me Kind of and sorta leave, hoes no apologies Fuck the authorities, O.G.'s got seniority And we instruct ya, to get it crunked up We bout to rumble, see you monsters in this jungle Will-Lean Will-Lean the Chemist, bout to crank this bitch up H-A-Dub in the lot, gon' crank the six up Let's roll Cloverland, nigga throw up your set And if you still on the block, nigga throw up your tech Before I show you the 'Vette, I'ma show you the Lac With Chinese AK's, and folding like stacks My 18's like guillotines, that will throw out your back Hit the ship channel nigga, and throw out the gat what We bout to crank it up, y'all ain't crunk enough Throw yo sets up, crank this bitch up We bout to crank it up, y'all ain't crunk enough Throw yo sets up, crank this bitch up We bout to crank it up, y'all ain't crunk enough Throw yo sets up, crank this bitch up We bout to crank it up, y'all ain't crunk enough Throw yo sets up, crank this bitch up Crank this bitch up, crank this bitch up...