Haley - Flava 2 Da Crunk lyrics
rate me::VERSE 1::<br />
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Came from tha boogie down,<br />
Straight to Agg-town<br />
Hat drop it low,<br />
That’s how I choose to roll now,<br />
Had to leave the mall,<br />
9 o clock tha Parks close down,<br />
No need to go home,<br />
Cause my night ain’t fully over now,<br />
Wherever my car stops,<br />
That’s where we throw down,<br />
Ain’t now use in paying dem dollars,<br />
To go clubbin now’<br />
It’s about time, that I represent now,<br />
Here’s how my flava,<br />
Made it to tha durtty south,<br />
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::CHORUS::<br />
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Baby this is how we,<br />
Shake a lil but,<br />
Get on the grind,<br />
Playas pop ya collars,<br />
Pimps cop a dime,<br />
Bump this on a Saturday nite,<br />
Deep in tha club,<br />
Break em off dj,<br />
Turn my shhh up<br />
Flava to the crunk,<br />
Bump this in ur ear,<br />
From ur bass to ur speakers,<br />
To ur trunk,<br />
Baby this is how we…<br />
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::VERSE 2::<br />
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Pull up to the spot,<br />
Jump out tha ride,<br />
Soon as we arrive,<br />
Gangst’s tip and ride,<br />
See that hustla’s ova there,<br />
They always’s on tha grind,<br />
Tryna make that buck,<br />
Ain’t no shame in tha grind,<br />
We keep it gutty down here,<br />
Gotta keep it real,<br />
In tha club we drop it low,<br />
Talk that mess we throw dem bows-<br />
That’s why I always hold it down,<br />
Gotta do this for my town,<br />
R&B and Hip Hop,<br />
Comin’ straight for tha crown,<br />
And befor I let yall go,<br />
I just gotta let yall know that,<br />
It’s about time that I represent now,<br />
Here’s how my flava,<br />
Made it to tha durtty south,<br />
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::CHORUS::<br />
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::RAP::<br />
Jamaica to New York<br />
Texas to ATL,<br />
We droppin it,<br />
Shakin it<br />
Give you something for your heartburn,<br />
Bringing u some more,<br />
Some heat for ur front door,<br />
Give you something hot,<br />
Blow up ur spot,<br />
Gonna turn up tha heat,<br />
And make ur dance bones pop,<br />
Jumpin, Clubbin,<br />
Ain’t no use in frontin’<br />
We got what u want,<br />
And you know it’s a must man,<br />
Spicy like mustard and ketchup on ur buns,<br />
Like what I got in my bag full of hits,<br />
Let me show you what I got,<br />
Let me show u who I am,<br />
I got tha ish to make ya dance,<br />
Cause I got that flava for ur ear,<br />
Got that crunk for ur funk,<br />
Put that bass in ur system,<br />
So music won’t be bunk,<br />
Ain’t no slippin’ in my pimpin,<br />
Ain’t no faults in my walk,<br />
Gotta quiet on down,<br />
Let that angelbaby talk.<br />
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::CHORUS (2x)::<br />
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::OUTRO::<br />
New York, shake it, shake it,<br />
Bx shake it, shake it,<br />
Texas shake it, shake it,<br />
Durrty south shake it, shake it,<br />
Everybody shake,<br />
Go head n’ shake somethin’
