Pastor Troy - Crank Me Up lyrics
[Pastor Troy - Crank Me Up lyrics]
Yeah yeah!
PT Cruiser, baby
Hey, yo, we want everybody to
Crank this motherfucker up, nigga
Crank this joint loud, nigga
Crank me up pT, baby, it's bout to get buck
I don't know maybe you never heard of
Caught 'em in the back of
The club with black gloves
Hard as a hammer, I am Atlanta
As soon as I step on the scene it's lights
Camera
Action, cashing fat ass checks, my Rolex
Will make you faint you think I ain't
I hit the bank with 50
Grand just to spend tonight
Nah, um, pass me them bills, mama
I got a flight
Lear, listen here, private jet at the door
A bad ass ho, into the clouds I go
The underground putting it down for 5 years
The blood, the sweat, the motherfucking tears
I'm living the life of a young drug lord
I'll blow this heifer up if I get bored
Now, ease up shorty, let the G slide through
And I don't leave without my 32
Tucked in the boots, tucked in the coat
And when I see Chuck
It's gon' get tucked in his throat
And 'Murder She Wrote', but hell
I can't read
Stab the ho, kidnapped the bitch seed
And now I'm on the loose, now I'm on the run
Fuck that shit, I go and get a bigger gun
Yeah!
Motherfucker, nigga, crank me up
If you don't give a damn, nigga
We don't give a fuck
I bought ya CD, my man, y'all suck
Done sucked a cracker dick in
The office and came up, get it
Never wore a vest, yeah, nigga, test
DSGB across my motherfucking chest, nigga
Yes, nigga, picture me
When I done been raised by all these G's
The crooks and killers is
My motherfucking niggas
Jab a pussy with some motherfucking scissors
This a motherfucking crime scene
I'm dumping on the law, my nigga
By any means
Crank me up pT, baby, it's bout to get buck
I don't know maybe you never heard of
Caught 'em in the back of
The club with black gloves
Hard as a hammer, I am Atlanta
As soon as I step on the scene it's lights
Camera
Action, cashing fat ass checks, my Rolex
Will make you faint you think I ain't
I hit the bank with 50
Grand just to spend tonight
Nah, um, pass me them bills, mama
I got a flight
Lear, listen here, private jet at the door
A bad ass ho, into the clouds I go, yeah!
Crank me up
If you a gangster, you need to crank this up
If you don't give a damn, nigga
We don't give a fuck
Pastor, baby, 'bout to crank this up
Nigga, crank me up
PT Cruiser, baby
Hey, yo, we want everybody to
Crank this motherfucker up, nigga
Crank this joint loud, nigga
Crank me up pT, baby, it's bout to get buck
I don't know maybe you never heard of
Caught 'em in the back of
The club with black gloves
Hard as a hammer, I am Atlanta
As soon as I step on the scene it's lights
Camera
Action, cashing fat ass checks, my Rolex
Will make you faint you think I ain't
I hit the bank with 50
Grand just to spend tonight
Nah, um, pass me them bills, mama
I got a flight
Lear, listen here, private jet at the door
A bad ass ho, into the clouds I go
The underground putting it down for 5 years
The blood, the sweat, the motherfucking tears
I'm living the life of a young drug lord
I'll blow this heifer up if I get bored
Now, ease up shorty, let the G slide through
And I don't leave without my 32
Tucked in the boots, tucked in the coat
And when I see Chuck
It's gon' get tucked in his throat
And 'Murder She Wrote', but hell
I can't read
Stab the ho, kidnapped the bitch seed
And now I'm on the loose, now I'm on the run
Fuck that shit, I go and get a bigger gun
Yeah!
Motherfucker, nigga, crank me up
If you don't give a damn, nigga
We don't give a fuck
I bought ya CD, my man, y'all suck
Done sucked a cracker dick in
The office and came up, get it
Never wore a vest, yeah, nigga, test
DSGB across my motherfucking chest, nigga
Yes, nigga, picture me
When I done been raised by all these G's
The crooks and killers is
My motherfucking niggas
Jab a pussy with some motherfucking scissors
This a motherfucking crime scene
I'm dumping on the law, my nigga
By any means
Crank me up pT, baby, it's bout to get buck
I don't know maybe you never heard of
Caught 'em in the back of
The club with black gloves
Hard as a hammer, I am Atlanta
As soon as I step on the scene it's lights
Camera
Action, cashing fat ass checks, my Rolex
Will make you faint you think I ain't
I hit the bank with 50
Grand just to spend tonight
Nah, um, pass me them bills, mama
I got a flight
Lear, listen here, private jet at the door
A bad ass ho, into the clouds I go, yeah!
Crank me up
If you a gangster, you need to crank this up
If you don't give a damn, nigga
We don't give a fuck
Pastor, baby, 'bout to crank this up
Nigga, crank me up