Song Length |
5:22 |
Genre |
Rap - Dirty South, Rap - General |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Beside Yourself, Anxious |
Subject |
Excitement, Fun |
Similar Artists |
Lil Jon, Ludacris |
Language |
English |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Intro: GO CRUNK GO CRUNK GO CRUNK GO CRUNK (x2)
Hook:
When I'm in the building. They go insane. Why? Cuz I keep it crunk
Yeah! I do my thing.
When I'm in the building. They go insane. Why? Cuz I keep it crunk
Yeah! I do my thing.
1st Verse:
Jump off of that bar top these bows knocking your block off
I'm out here and we stackin' racks and them hataz waiting to knock off
Look here I grind this all day all year
Them hataz out acting funny face tight like that ain't fair
I go hard go crunk go in let em hate
Like the street lights just came on and it's 88
When i'm up in the spot keep it crunk they can't get enough
Naw ya'll ain nothing like me I go in ya'll barely crunk
I represent all day Damn right hold it down
Dey know when I come thru I keep it movin don't mess around
Real recognize real tho so they show me luv and I show it back
Now u know I stay down like low pros on that cadillac
See this for them real ones them hataz better be cautious
We bouncin' round throwin bows make you spin around til you nauseaous
I came in it's all good I leave out it's a mosh pit
Cuz they know when i'm up in the buildin' it's guaranteed to be poppin'.
HUH!!!
2nd Verse:
We been here on that Spending these throwbacks
U need 1 I got 1 u pay cash ain no tax
Dem hataz always out here talking funny fakin jacks
All I see is the money I don't even look at dey broke ass
Dey really wanna be me cuz they see me on they t.v.
And dey be like damn that boy dey fresh in person and in 3D
I only know how to keep it real every hood is what i'm reppin
I ain trying to get mixed up in no shit gotta watch out where i'm steppin
I show up and I go off and I go insane when I get the call
Cuz dem bows out and they shovin' man and dey gettin crunk from wall to wall
U doubt me u gon lose Big dummy Redd Foxx
Close the door cuz i'mma country boy and we twist em up like dred locks
We blowin on that strong homie call that debo
I invented my own style your swag'll prolly get repo'd
It's your boy GOCRUNK and we don't play no games
cuz when I'm in the building they go insane
3rd Verse:
I get crunk bounce around like i'm dodging traffic
I been crunk since way back homie it's a habit
I need it in my life like a (like a) addict
I see ya gettin' crunk she a (she a) bad chick
I'm good tho' when i'm solo in my own zone
I'm on top that's ova ya'll you can't see me tho that's ozone
I stay up mile high it's deadly tho if I ever trip
Yeah both of my pockets fat but it's healthy tho cuz my jeans fit
I'm way underground respiratory gear
Take a VA-CA-TION this is my year
What ya lookin funny for we don't need clowns
Lungs got them hurricane winds blowing trees down
Brand new record deal still ain nothing change
Goin hard in the paint Hardeeville Hurricanes
A lotta dudes talkin slick they ain really wild
I'mma Marquez rapper boy you Pacquiao