Get Crunk - Lil' Flip, Pharrell Williams, David Banner

For the ho ass niggas

This for the niggas, ho ass niggas

Look at the nigga right next to you, look at him

Is he real, is that nigga real, is that girl real

Is that girl real, huh

He a ho, he a ho, he a ho, he a ho

If that nigga owe you money, he a ho

She a ho, she a ho, she a ho, she a ho

If that ho won’t let you fuck, she a ho

He a ho, he a ho, he a ho, he a ho

If he don’t wanna sell you weed, he a ho

She a ho, she a ho, she a ho, she a ho

If she don’t wanna give you head, she a ho

They call me Thunder Cat, cause I got so many hoes

They call me cookie man, cause I sold so many o’s

Did a lot of shows, made a lot of cash

Slid out the Benz, jumped in a jag

Jumped out the Jag, then I hopped in a Hummer

Guess what I drop, underground this summer

But get ready, for the shit about to hit the air

And bitch you ain’t smoking endo, so I don’t care

Say Flip, look at all these hoes

Some are girls, but its niggas also

I’m tired of getting attention, when walking in places

Niggas is hating, I’m fin to hurt they faces

Change the paces, winning the races

Money I’m making, cookies a nigga baking

Feeling my status, above average

Lil Ron be ready for all that static

We got automatics, nigga we still thuggin'

Nigga we still hustlin', all the hoes still loving

The way that we flowing, the cars that we driving

The way that we hustle, that’s the way we surviving

Going to shows, going to clubs

Riding on Blaze, riding on Dubs

We from the south, we country as hell

Y’all smoking that brown weed, we got that funky smell

The dro and the do-do, the blueberry endo

Riding on low-lows (Flip there go the po-pos)

Step out, let me see your license

And your insurance (nah, cause)

You a ho, you a ho, you a ho, you a ho

If the laws pull you over, he a ho

She a ho, she a ho, she a ho, she a ho

If she want child support, she a ho

He a ho, he a ho, he a ho, he a ho

If he fucked up your car, he a ho

She a ho, she a ho, she a ho, she a ho

If she tear up your Bentley she a ho

I ain’t never been the type, to be in love with a ho

Instead I’m trying to leave, out the club with a ho

A basket case, I spit in a bastard’s face

Walk in, crash the party, and trash the place

Fuck it I tried to tell em, some niggas wouldn’t like it

Too bad, you should of seen it coming like a psychic

Then its, back to the Benz that’s sitting on chrome men

Waving at the hoes, yelling aiight then

Ki’s from over seas, for me that’s just some cain

30 g’s and robbing lanes, that’s just some change

Bows from them hoes, you know, that’s just them thangs

Listen to my pimp game, listen to my pimp game

Yeah fuck em, my nuts let em suck em and let em go

Mississippi, p-p-p-pimping, mayne fa sho

Coming down, gripping grain up on the do'

On the flo man you slow, and not knowing that she’s a ho

You give her all your feelings, she giving me all your do'

I’m shopping all day, for Polo and hydro

Weed greed man, her pussy is what you need

I’ll fuck her in the puss, she giving you all them seeds

All my down south niggas get crunk (get crunk)

And all my eastcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk)

All the westcoast niggas get crunk (get crunk)

All the up North niggas get crunk (get crunk)

All the midwest niggas get crunk (get crunk)

All the K.C.

niggas get crunk (get crunk)

All the H-Town niggas get crunk (get crunk)

All the Pensacola niggas get crunk (get crunk)

Whenever you see a ho, point em out (point em out)

Whenever you see a ho, point em out (point em out)

Even if you know a ho, point em out (point em out)

Whenever you see a ho, point em out (point em out)

All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk)

All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get crunk)

All my Mississippi niggas get crunk (get 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