Get It Crunk Lyrics - Eightball & Mjg

[Chorus x2] 

Down South we like to 

Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk! 

Get Drunk as a skunk and 

Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk! 

Every Man and Woman 

Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk! 

Big Ball and G we 

Get it Crunk! Get it Crunk! 

[Eightball] 

Calling all pimps and players 

We need to unite and get with other player fakers 

Hardcore and ain't nothing gone stop that 

When it hit the streets real niggas cop that 

Down south pimp shit nigga you know 

Who got flow in the cocaine benzo 

Preimro yeah fat mack that's me 

Chunky with nuts and chocolate like hershey 

Punk tricks wanna flex but the truth is 

Spage age pimpin pay the motherfuckin bills 

You wanna ride with the Suave House don't ya? 

You wann fuck with them hoes who don't even want ya 

Check my cup everytime it's full of hen dog 

check my chick everytime she a ten dog 

Take it how you wann take while I break it down 

Orange Mound nigga this is how we clown 

[Chorus x2] 

[MJG] 

Alright you show you got some yak in back let me check it. 

anybody scared to get down gone get neglected 

Champagne drinking ass niggas gone try to check it 

real niggas drink it or not just gone just respected 

any bitch who make big money gone get selected 

but all hoes who got big mouths gone get ejected 

take yo ass back to the spot you rested 

I don't a fuck cause you fine and big breastsed 

or your brother crazy they say cause he been tested 

or way back when you was a child you got molested 

we still getting crunk you know it that's why I stress 

don't you see theat ring in your face it time to bless it 

but bitches wanna ride my wood and try to peck it 

crash all into my game and try to wreck it 

my game to dame deep trick you can't expect it 

MJG from Memphis to Houston, Texas 

[Chorus X2] 

[Thorough] 

It's time to come fresh on these niggas cause I'm a blessed nigga 

Suave House nigga who want the plex nigga 

Nobody, move parties for a hobby 

Then lobby with the hotties and kick the lottie dottie you got me 

I'm a hard rapping cat southern mack born and bread 

With lyrics that would leave most dead, I'm so close to the edge 

That I could jump pop the trunk 

Shoot the pump BOOM and give these niggas what they want 

Hits for hardcore and soft asses 

Hoopties to e-classes cups and blunt ashes I'm mashsin 

Down the track doin all the high hats 

Bustin at the bass line where the treble at? Fuck with that 

Live at the show I make em clap 

And say go Thorough when they see me rap in fact 

I got the knack to make the whole place bump 

grab a drank and don't thank as we commence to get it crunk 

[Chorus X2]