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Three 6 Mafia Gettem Crunk Here are the song lyrics for Gettem Crunk by Three 6 Mafia. For more excellent Three 6 Mafia lyrics, run a search! Ah yeah, yall know what time it is Tear the club up boys back up in this motherfucker Yall know what time it is, we gettin it crunk for the motherfuckin 97 Biiootch Yall cant handle this motherfuckin shit Its on for the 97 motherfucker Nine nickel in two pennies Aint no toms was a nigga words clearly biiootch We finna do this motherfuckin shit like thiis... [koopsta knicca] I aint rollin oxy fours, come and go Im lookin for Bustin through the cut with the skeemask on you funky hoes Wood grain chevy thangs, hearin (...? ...) boomerangs Burbon with that (..? ..) mane, with the gear mane, I aint playin Im insane gone get you with that killin Murder, death, kill now Im flexin in your lexus Stretch me if you wanna, gonna, follow around the corner Then I holler at your women, turn the fire (.....? .....) Foolish ass punk, makin noise in my trunk Tryin to get his ass hurt, in the them curbs and them speed bumps Thump, thump, thump, finna get him can you feel me Three for my pump, in the destine in the meanin Itchin for a killin nigga for I kill a man Didnt want to hitem, but that bitch kept playin with mine As I tried to stopem, but he kept on runnin low Killin his ass before he got to the door Chorus 2x [lord infamous] Niggas up in the (..? ..) wait till lord infamous kick in the door So just ever your way wipe the crest of your feet on the floor So get ultra and buck in this hoe Bitches get (...? ...)cause its going down right about now Tearin and riot (? ) cause we comin straight from the rowdy ass south Crank up this bitch, shake like a natural disaster, earthquake to blow up the Scale Name was the triple 6, end of the world we can enter this bitch (...? ...) Next time we gonna fuck up the club, we gonna rip it up so riots break out So people (...? ...) like the war started and ended now [juicy j] Im takin care of my motherfuckin business, I aint goin bitch Niggas claimin killa all the time but aint did shit Flodgin round town, talkin about what you gonna do Knowin if you step up to this pimpin its a murder fool Never try to dodge a nigga cause I let my nuts hangs, strapped With the smith and wesson if I have to bring the pain, bring the pain Bring the game, nigga we gone get it on Smokin motherfuckers in the night until the early morn Chorus 2x [gangsta boo] Now its time to get buck wild, niggas on that chris style While my nigga paul and rowdy chris head to funkytown Baby come and get it crunk Whats up, what you scared or somethin Loddy, doddy party fuckin hardy till you fuck up somethin Fuck the fuckin police bitch, you cant fade the triple six Once they see how crunk we get it they gone want to join this shit We gone get it crunk, nigga keep it crunk, stayin real Always smokin scopin motherfuckers tryin to keep a meal, big baby [dj paul] Time to tear the club up thugs, back up in this hoe Nigga thought we was washed up but we got plenty more Aimin at your ass, once again for the nine nickel and a couple of pennies My words clearly, toms in so you can hear me You know the loco break the law but that was 95 Mystic styles worldwide hoes realize Chris got the mossberg but they aint dead yet The three 6 gonna be alive till we get it crunk
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