k**er Mike - Re-Akshon Remix - Bone Crusher lyrics

Aye, aye, Bun who did this man? So me and you got, T.I.P., k**er Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B So that's the king of the South, the Underground King The king of Crunk and King Kong all on the same song Heheh, aye, Jon, they ain't ready We takin' it on back to the trap my n***a! I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin' on these n***az! I got the hoe up in the back, bumpin' n***az figgaz! I got the weed in my sac, smokin' on that k**a! In the hood where I'm at, trappin' with my n***az! I got the new, new (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) I got the new, new (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) I got the new, new (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) New, new, n***az don't wanna touch the k**a (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) Man we been throwin' raps for too long Aye whatchu wanna do homes? I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B, scared whatchu better be We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy Leaders of the new south, fake n***az move out He talkin' loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out I'm the n***a they be askin' what we gon' do 'bout? Mike told me "f** them n***az, bring that new new out" Tank the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out Put the city back on top, just seperate the fools now We had lots of misrepresentation but hey, we cool now Can't keep playin' both sides of the fence, you got to choose now The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin' til ya wait And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin' on these n***az! I got the hoe up in the back, bumpin' n***az figgaz! I got the weed in my sac, smokin' on that k**a! In the hood where I'm at, trappin' with my n***az! I got the new, new (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) I got the new, new (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) I got the new, new (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) New, new, n***az don't wanna touch the k**a (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) Straight from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler Grown folk trap, scramb-ler Knee deep, means to get them G's to my manager My Mack-10 made for action, body-baggin' and throat braggin' I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow n***a I'm mashin' with pops fashion, bustin' first no questions askin' You gon' off that waterboat and thinkin' you can hold me I'm, King Kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me I'll thump, thump, thump, thump, when I bump, bump, bump, bump It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, all in yo, trunk! My dad ain't raise no f*g, my mom ain't had no punk We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin' to soda I'ma grind 'til I shine, or die going for mine Sick Sawyer buy my side, swervin' and blowin' pine Don't be a victim to a k**er, be a father to ya son This Re-Akshon, k**a k**, T.I.P and Bun I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin' on these n***az! I got the hoe up in the back, bumpin' n***az figgaz! I got the weed in my sac, smokin' on that k**a! In the hood where I'm at, trappin' with my n***az! I got the new, new (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) I got the new, new (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) I got the new, new (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) New, new, n***az don't wanna touch the k**a (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) b**h I'm comin' live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk 'Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered Devoured, it's a sh**-storm and you 'bout to get showered From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris I embarra** n***az on chrome wheels as big as the ferris 'Cuz there is, now way now how, I stay low-key, low-brow In that black on black on black in the 'lac, 'cuz I'm so wild I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this I might pop one of those, it don't matter my n***a, I don't miss They put me hot on list, where players are posted But them players we posted up on corners When they say and get roasted And the prayer get toasted, 'cuz I keep the flame on The face for the game on, leave a stain on anythin' I puts my name on Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like Woody 'Cuz cain't nuttin' keep a trill n***a down, ask Khujo Goodie I got them 'bows on my 'lac, swervin' on these n***az! I got the hoe up in the back, bumpin' n***az figgaz! I got the weed in my sac, smokin' on that k**a! In the hood where I'm at, trappin' with my n***az! I got the new, new (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) I got the new, new (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) I got the new, new (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) New, new, n***az don't wanna touch the k**a (k**a k-k-k**a, k**a) All I gotta say is s**er emcees better run The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee? T.I.P., k**er Mike, or Bun? We are not doing this for fun, this is a bloodsport Emcees are dyin', mothers are cryin' And wack-a** n***az will go out tryin' It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth And these are the emcees of the new south!