C-Murder, Silkk the Shocker, Master P, T-Bone - Get Bucked, Get Crunked lyrics
[C-Murder, Silkk the Shocker, Master P, T-Bone - Get Bucked, Get Crunked lyrics]
Uh Ohhhh, there them TRU Boys go
Uh Ohhhh, hit the muthafuckin flo'
Aaaah! Came in this bitch to
Shut this muthafucka down
Baton Rouge and Louisiana so you
Know I'm bout to clown
When the thugs get to bussin
Duck down hit the ground
Stay out my water boy if
You don't want to drown
You keep fuckin wit me
They gone find yo ass dead
When my song come on
They gon act a pussy on yo head
This for them thugs in
The club, who straight, don't mind dying
And them ballers in the parking lot
Straight sitting on shine
C-Murder called me up
And said "T-Bo it's time
To represent the dirty south and
Make 'em respect yo mind"
Trunk loads of soldiers always
Starting some shit
So stay the fuck from 'round us if
You ain't down with my click
Be on the lookout for them boys
With them rags 'round they fo'head (Uh Ohh)
Group of muthafuckas that got
Security hollerin 'Code Red'
Get Crunk, Get Buck
Ya'll pussy bitches get stuck
When we come to yo town
Tear the fuckin club up
Only white boy with the click
So you know I must be sick
You don't like me rollin wit TRU?
Suck my fuckin dick
I'm from that 504, minus 279
Come and get you somethin'
See me thuggin in that 225
Back 'em up, Get Crunk back 'em up, Get Buck
Big Time baller, shot caller, hustler
CP3, whodi they'll bust ya
Rolce, with 4 doors, Bentleys with mo-mo's
I ain't Ludacris but I can throw dem bo's
Concerts stay packed, pockets gone stay fat
T-R-U hot, tell the dj's to play that
Now give it to me
I want the jewels and the money
And ectasy for the thugs and the bunnies
Back 'em up, Get Crunk back 'em up, Get Buck
We the type of niggas
Ya'll don't ever wanna have beef wit
We'll pull some sneak shit
And get off with some creep shit
Do anything for the look
For the stash and the cash
My face to recognizable dog
So I'ma need the mask
See they didn't want to feel us until
We had to empty the cannon
Tryna hold us, but they just comin up
Empty handed i know some love us
And I know that some can't stand us
Me, P, and C we all thugs
Seem like that shit just runs in the family
Uh Ohhhh, there them TRU Boys go
Uh Ohhhh, hit the muthafuckin flo'
You know we thugged out
From the cradle to the grave them TRU Boys
The Miller Boys with T-Bo
And some chrome toys
Dome checkin, disrespectin haters is a hobby
For life
No Limit to the fullest, with a bullet
So think twice
Lil Daddy, Limo tints on the Caddy, Truck
Them Cutt Boys gone bust, you better duck
Cause we don't give a fuck i'm real with it
XL bring the Deadly Soundz beat
And Watch a nigga like C bring the heat
Back 'em up, Get Crunk back 'em up, Get Buck
Uh Ohhhh, hit the muthafuckin flo'
Aaaah! Came in this bitch to
Shut this muthafucka down
Baton Rouge and Louisiana so you
Know I'm bout to clown
When the thugs get to bussin
Duck down hit the ground
Stay out my water boy if
You don't want to drown
You keep fuckin wit me
They gone find yo ass dead
When my song come on
They gon act a pussy on yo head
This for them thugs in
The club, who straight, don't mind dying
And them ballers in the parking lot
Straight sitting on shine
C-Murder called me up
And said "T-Bo it's time
To represent the dirty south and
Make 'em respect yo mind"
Trunk loads of soldiers always
Starting some shit
So stay the fuck from 'round us if
You ain't down with my click
Be on the lookout for them boys
With them rags 'round they fo'head (Uh Ohh)
Group of muthafuckas that got
Security hollerin 'Code Red'
Get Crunk, Get Buck
Ya'll pussy bitches get stuck
When we come to yo town
Tear the fuckin club up
Only white boy with the click
So you know I must be sick
You don't like me rollin wit TRU?
Suck my fuckin dick
I'm from that 504, minus 279
Come and get you somethin'
See me thuggin in that 225
Back 'em up, Get Crunk back 'em up, Get Buck
Big Time baller, shot caller, hustler
CP3, whodi they'll bust ya
Rolce, with 4 doors, Bentleys with mo-mo's
I ain't Ludacris but I can throw dem bo's
Concerts stay packed, pockets gone stay fat
T-R-U hot, tell the dj's to play that
Now give it to me
I want the jewels and the money
And ectasy for the thugs and the bunnies
Back 'em up, Get Crunk back 'em up, Get Buck
We the type of niggas
Ya'll don't ever wanna have beef wit
We'll pull some sneak shit
And get off with some creep shit
Do anything for the look
For the stash and the cash
My face to recognizable dog
So I'ma need the mask
See they didn't want to feel us until
We had to empty the cannon
Tryna hold us, but they just comin up
Empty handed i know some love us
And I know that some can't stand us
Me, P, and C we all thugs
Seem like that shit just runs in the family
Uh Ohhhh, there them TRU Boys go
Uh Ohhhh, hit the muthafuckin flo'
You know we thugged out
From the cradle to the grave them TRU Boys
The Miller Boys with T-Bo
And some chrome toys
Dome checkin, disrespectin haters is a hobby
For life
No Limit to the fullest, with a bullet
So think twice
Lil Daddy, Limo tints on the Caddy, Truck
Them Cutt Boys gone bust, you better duck
Cause we don't give a fuck i'm real with it
XL bring the Deadly Soundz beat
And Watch a nigga like C bring the heat
Back 'em up, Get Crunk back 'em up, Get Buck