C-NOTE (of the Botany Boyz)

C-NOTE (of the Botany Boyz) - Get Crunk lyrics

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(feat. D-Red, Daz, Geto)


Uh uh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Get crunk (get crunk), get crunk (get crunk)

Get crunk (get crunk), get crunk (get crunk) what

[Hook: Geto]

Drinking, on that Hennessey

Yeah you know, it's got to be me

Get crunk lil' buddy, get crunk

Get crunk lil' buddy, get crunk

See we smoking on that doja, and we feeling so fine

That we just, might lose our minds

Get crunk lil' buddy, get crunk

Get crunk lil' buddy, get crunk


I got a cup of mud, it don't have no seeds and no bud

Yeah that's what I need, to get a nigga buzzed

I does the damn thang, y'all can't hang

I'm falling asleep off this drank, that me and my homie drank

Give me two pints of that syrup, two pints of the swisha

And mix it together, and assort the conditions

Sprite me up po' me up, po' me up (po' up)

All my motherfucking niggaz, throwing up (po' up)

She's a girl that I love the most, Mary Jane

Fuck it I'm hooked, so we just spark the flame

Light the candle blaze it up, because we doing it right

She got the kush she got the bomb, she got me high as a kite

I roll it tight, inhale it with all my might

Look at my eyes hypnotized, and done blind my sight

Yeah I keep getting blunted, that's what I really wanted

Bitch I ain't fronting, you got what I want



Yo I'm dipping, in my low-low

Top down, on a spin going real slow

Fuse box in the back, full of endo

On a cloud in the town, that's how we play yo

That's how we ball bro, yeah it's them boys and we back in the lane

Aiming for your fitted cap, yeah slashing your fame

For playing games, you got us fucked up and tucked up

Now with this AK, make em raise up

But on some playa shit, we keep it bossy homie

Big Shots stay looking good, never phony

Botany is the block, the block that stay crunk mayn

We keep it cracking, cause we love stacking hell-a-change

And sip Henn, by the cases

Hit a few places, drop a few stacks in the hood to my aces

And keep it gutter keep it real, cause I'm a team player

And stay crunk at all times, full of Henn yeah



I'm from the spot, of the 4200 block

Got the keys to my city, nigga check me out

We be sipping sip syrup, but we call it lean

When we say po' it up, you know what I mean

And we got the finest girls, that you wanna see

While they on my spot, live on TV

Dancing like she on the video, C-Note and Daz

Said she wanna get with us, stick it up the ass

Got do' got dro, know we got flow

Yeah we popped a few bottles, gotta pop some mo'

You know us thugs, get crunk in the club

You know you niggaz falling off, like you slipping in mud

Don't want you niggaz round me, sniffing them drugs

You playing with yourself, you'll be slipping in blood

I'm still that boy, that put diamonds in your face

I'm still that motherfucker, that ain't catch a murder case nigga



Yeah, the block that stay crunk at all times nigga uh

C-Note, D-Red and Daz we up in here you know I'm tal'n bout

Big Shots, 3rd Coast mayn we riding get crunk

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