Get Crunk Lyrics - Lil' Flip

ft./ Lil' Ron, Redd, David Banner 

(Lil' Flip talking) 

For the hoe ass niggas 

This for the niggas, hoe ass niggas 

Look at the nigga right next to you, look at him 

Is he real, is that nigga real, is that girl real 

Is that girl real, huh 

(Chorus 1) 

He a hoe, he a hoe, He a hoe, he a hoe 

If that nigga owe you money, He a hoe, he a hoe 

She a hoe, she a hoe, She a hoe, she a hoe 

If that hoe won't let you fuck, She a hoe, she a hoe 

He a hoe, he a hoe, He a hoe, he a hoe 

If he don't wanna sell you weed, He a hoe, he a hoe 

She a hoe, she a hoe, She a hoe, she a hoe 

If she don't wanna give you head, She a hoe, she a hoe 

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(Lil' Flip) 

They call me Thunder Cat, cause I got so many hoes 

They call me cookie man, cause I sold so many o's 

Did a lot of shows, made a lot of cash 

Slid out the Benz, jumped in a jag 

Jumped out the Jag, then I hopped in a Hummer 

Guess what I drop, underground this summer 

But get ready, for the shit about to hit the air 

And bitch you ain't smoking endo, so I don't care 

(Chorus 1) 

(Lil Ron) 

Say Flip, look at all these hoes 

Some are girls, but its niggas also 

I'm tired of fellin tention, when walking in places 

Niggas is hating, I'm fin to hurt they faces 

Change the paces, winning the races 

Money I'm making, cookies a nigga baking 

Feeling my status, above average 

Lil Ron be ready for all that static 

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(Lil' Flip) 

We got automatics, nigga we still thuggin' 

Nigga we still hustlin', all the hoes still loving 

The way that we flowing, the cars that we driving 

The way that we hustle, that's the way we surviving 

Going to shows, going to clubs 

Riding on Blaze, riding on Dubs 

We from the south, we country as hell 

Y'all smoking that brown weed, we got that funky smell 

The dro and the do-do, the blueberry endo 

Riding on low-lows (Flip there go the po-pos) 

Step out, let me see your license 

And your insurance (nah, cause) 

(Chorus 2) 

You a hoe, you a hoe, You a hoe, you a hoe 

If the laws pull you over, He a hoe, he a hoe 

She a hoe, she a hoe, She a hoe, she a hoe 

If she want child support, She a hoe, she a hoe 

He a hoe, he a hoe, He a hoe, he a hoe 

If he fucked up your car, He a hoe, he a hoe 

She a hoe, she a hoe, She a hoe, she a hoe 

If she tear up your Bentley She a hoe, she a hoe 

(Redd) 

I ain't never been the type, to be in love with a hoe 

Instead I'm trying to leave, out the club with a hoe 

A basket case, I spit in a bastard's face 

Walk in, crash the party, and trash the place 

Fuck it I tried to tell em, some niggas wouldn't like it 

Too bad, you should of seen it coming like a psychic 

Then its, back to the Benz that's sitting on chrome men 

Waving at the hoes, yelling aiight then 

(Chorus 1) 

(David Banner) 

Ki's from over seas, for me that's just some cain 

30 g's and robbing lanes, that's just some change 

Bows from them hoes, you know, that's just them thangs 

Listen to my pimp game, listen to my pimp game 

Yeah fuck em, my nuts let em suck em and let em go 

Mississippi, p-p-p-pimping, mayne fa sho 

Coming down, gripping grain up on the do' 

On the flo man you slow, and not knowing that she's a hoe 

You give her all your feelings, she giving me all your do' 

I'm shopping all day, for Polo and hydro 

Weed greed man, her pussy is what you need 

I'll fuck her in the puss, she giving you all them seeds 

(Lil' Flip) 

All my down south niggas get crunk (get crunk) 

And all my eastcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk) 

All the westcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk) 

All the up North niggas get crunk (get crunk) 

All the midwest niggas get crunk (get crunk) 

All the K.C. niggas get crunk (get crunk) 

All the H-Town niggas get crunk (get crunk) 

All the Pensacola niggas get crunk (get crunk) 

(Redd) 

Whenever you see a hoe, point em out (point em out) 

Whenever you see a hoe, point em out (point em out) 

Even if you know a hoe, point em out (point em out) 

Whenever you see a hoe, point em out (point em out) 

(David Banner) 

All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk) 

All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk) 

All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk) 

(David Banner talking) 

That's all I know my nigga, nah for real though 

Baton Rouge, you know I'm talkin bout 

Oklahoma coming down and L.A.