Lyrics:
I just can't sleep so I get in my car and I drive
I'm on the 101 and I'm cruisin' by 105
Got the radio cranked and the rhythm is comin' alive
Got
I'm hot
We can party like a rockstar nonstop
Here?s what she told ya boy, she likes that soulja boy
She cranked up the ten, cruisin in the benz
I
used to love to play my demo tape when the system yanked
Felt like I was almost signed when the shit got cranked
We'll take a Saturday and just circle
for ones now'
It sounded good
That band cranked up with some Dixieland Delight
That singer might've missed an Alabama note, or five
But it
That's headed straight to heaven
But as for now
We like to sit around and listen
To Audio Adrenaline
Cranked to eleven
bought
To have ta run from this punk I dump
Nigga what I keep it crunk
And cranked lumps in banks
Your girl's getting' pumped and spanked
Who you aim to be
me see if I can get it cranked"
"Pat the accelerator a little bit"
"Might get it started, now"
"Oh yes, I got that thing together now, boy"
never caught me
Went up to the arcade, cranked the bass
And then the five-oh chased us from the place
Hop on the railroad, play the conductor
I've got a black book full of numbers
All the makings of a real hot summer
Radio cranked up a-rockin'
Week's pay burning a hole in my pocket
Pink press threat!
Man with chip: I'm riding third class on a one-class train.
I'm cranked at nought like a Wimpey crane.
I'm a pink prole
Cranked up the stereo in my old truck, iced down a case of Bud
Called uncle Vernon said, "Come cut the grass"
He showed up on his mower with a half-empty
the tunnels in the maze
We don't know where we're going
But we got the Stones cranked
As fast as the orbit takes us
Is just how fast we'll play
Around
And the speaker cranked up
Because I need my body heat
Gimme, gimme your body heat
Make me a fire
Gimme, gimme your body heat
Oh, save me now
All I want
a teenage downloader,
Unglued like a bull in a china shop, gone, gone, gone!
Cranked like a speed freak high-roller, yanked like a little league ball
cameras action, got the calico cranked
Where the food at? Hood jewelry on, I gots to do that
Long chain hatchet flooded up, you knew that
Baby blue mack,
and the ground
And like a single man we cranked up the knobs
And a thousand guitars sang our national anthem
We captured the whole human race
There was
Hopin' it was cranked up
Loud enough for you to hear
He's drunk and he's insistent
Shy but he's persistent
Boisterous & jumpy
Disorganized & funky
A ball of string
Might get up to the rain (???)
Before I died
I took my Honda
And cranked it up up up
Too bad it don't have no brakes
I'm amazed
That it ain't no way to be
But livin' inside the lines
Never did nothin' for me
Life is good
Cranked up to ten
Show me a place where the whole
6 in tha mornin' police kick in my door
Slipped on my lugz
'cause these thugs out the back yo
Jumped the back gate
Cranked the Chevy
Then I race
If the neighbors down the road call in and say the music's cranked a little loud
If the tin roof's a rockin' just apologize invite 'em all down
If
put, can't put down
When I walked into my first smoky bar
Cranked up the amp and played this guitar
Had 'em singin' along by the end of the night
more lines than notebook paper
Outlaw spirit
My middle finger stuck up again
Bad boy
We all know good women love troubled men
Got that music cranked
I'm cold with my style, boy
That backwoods, that hick town, that late night, that driving 'round
That George Straight cranked real loud, got
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