Kings of Crunk
BME Click, yeah
It’s the motherfuckin’ Kings of Crunk motherfucker
You tuned in to yo boy Lil’ Jon
And them East Side Boyz
Yo boy Big Sam, yo boy Lil’ Bo
We representin’ the ATL ho
In case ya’ll niggas didn’t motherfuckin’ know
This album what number 4 ‘n’ shit?
Now, this goin’ to be some unexpected shit
For a lot of ya’ll fucked niggas
But this is, some hot shit about to go down on this
Motherfucker you understand me?
So ya’ll niggas strap up yo seat belts
Goddamn get yo asses drove some control, grab o
And get ready to burn to this shit a’ight?
Let’s do it, let’s do it, let’s do it
Aah, aah okay
Written by: GEORGE DUKE, JONATHAN H. SMITH, JOSEPH ANTHONY CARTAGENA, NATHAN MAURICE YOUNG, SAMMIE D. NORRIS, COREY L. EVANS
Lyrics © Roba Music, Universal Music Publishing Group, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC
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