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Stay Daddy Stay (Nikka Costa) · Stay Poor.Stay Happy. (Cub Country) · Crunk Juice [Bonus Track] (Lil Jon) · Crunk Rock (Lil Jon) · Crunk Rock (Lil Jon) · Get Crunk (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Crunk'd (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Crunk Rock [Clean] (Lil Jon) · Crunk Juice [Bonus CD & DVD] (Lil Jon) · Get Crunk, Who U Wit: Da Album [Bonus Track] (Lil Jon) – and 90 other albums »


The street life is the only life I know

I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O.
Iranian thoughts and cover like an Arabian
Grab a nigga on the spot and put
crunk)

[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.
is to blow you can bet she blue
Mic check one, two
How about one, two
P-l-a-y because I don't have a clue
But, when I find out, I'm a show and tell
crunk)

[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.
don't stop 
'Til we get the po-po off the block, they call it

Hip hop 
It's bigger than hip hop 

D.P.'s got that crazy shit
We keep it crunk
killa hill
Resident, rest in peace to my nigga Two Cent
The street life is the only life I know
I live by the code style it's mad P.L.O
Iranian thoughts
This l-u-v
Is a b-I-g
L-o-a-d
A p-I-l-e
Of b-u-l-l
S-h-I-t

You ask me to stay
I will r-u-n away
You will l-I-e
And h-u-r-t
This is not
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you want to bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get crunk
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you want to bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get crunk

Ah
Ah ha, hush that fuss
Everybody move to the back of the bus
Do you want to bump and slump with us
We the type of people make the club get crunk
understand
I'm runnin' rampant on a Clampet in a mini van

For you to turn it up, buckle up
See you when I see you at the show crunk up
For you to turn it
chop it up, shoot the breeze!)
I'm your are-o-l-a-i-d-s, release the squeeze or release the keys
To the shackles on her wrist, she can tackle some
brother, stay crunk like no other
Stay high as a motherfucka, stay drunk as a motherfucka
[Verse One: Kaine]
I'm gonna stand there and protest, my nerves
A-T-L to S-T-L
On them thungs and crunk as hell
Your system blast, then let it bump
Spark the L and raise it up

Fifteens in my shit, you know
the block, they call it

Hip hop
It's bigger than hip hop

D.P.'s got that crazy shit
We keep it crunk-up, John Blazed and shit
D.P.'s got that crazy shit
We
cause his pockets stay swoll'
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go
V.I.P. at the club, backstage at the show
(Yes y'all) the best crib, the best
Designer trousers slung low ccause his pockets stay swoll'
Could afford to get up and be anywhere he go
V.I.P. at the club, backstage at the show

(Yes
But I spell a P a little bitty E Sweet bop bop bop shoo shoobie doobie doh
In a little round O
Now you add another P a big skinny L There's one more E
a little bit faster
Because of the shit that I done been through, I shall never call you master
You D-E-V-I-L, the cave is where you dwell
So stay up out
But I spell a P, a little bitty E
Sweet bop, bop, bop, sh-shoo, shoobie doobie doh, and a little round O
Now you add another P, a big skinny L
daddy, get crunk, get crunk
Talk shit bitch, and get stomped, get stomped
Big Crump in Baton Rouge and ?? in P.A.
I hit moms with 10 grand, now I got
daddy, get crunk, get crunk
Talk shit bitch, and get stomped, get stomped
Big Crump in Baton Rouge and ?? in P.A.
I hit moms with 10 grand, now I got
Yo, when the bass thump, the place jump
Like it's way crunk, yeah,
Fake punks get they face lumped
Sent to the most high, by the most fit

You
Prowlin' like a tomcat
Stunned at what I see
Should I stay or should I leave?
Too much, not enough P-C-H
Too much, not enough P-C-H
Feelin' kind of free
But I spell a P a little bitty E Sweet bop bop bop shoo shoobie doobie doh
In a little round O
Now you add another P a big skinny L There's one more E