Pimp C - Get Crunk lyrics

(Pimp C-talking) Hold up, Sweet Jones, 64 dollar cologne b**h Smellin good, leather and wood, feelin on somethin Know what I'm talkin 'bout, check it out (Pimp C) Sweet Jones, in a foreign car, shinin like a muthaf**in superstar I'm sippin the bar, grippin the grain I got 17 karats in my piece a chain I been a young pimp n***a since I was a kid Mama would be 'shamed of all the things I did Like cookin the stones and bustin caps out the 'rome I keep a chip in my phone and put key domes in ya home I'm the trillest of the trill, you the fakest of the fake p**y-a** n***as in the club tryna playa hate While I'm standin here draped in diamonds I ride with made n***as, some choppin on blade n***as Survive enemies, Mississippi get paid n***as They lay ya lup in ya lap, and let the pistol dome clap And it ain't all about this rap sh** b**h n***a Handle the business with the muthaf**in chrome trigga (Chorus-Pimp C) Now if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunk Now if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunk Now get buck, now get buck And pop ya p**y if you don't give a f** Now if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunk Now if you heard what I said then get crunk, get crunk Now get buck, now get buck And pop ya p**y if you don't give a f** (Crump) Sweet done an*lyzed the game, now he taught me the sh** I get some golds in my mouth, platinum game I spit Pimp done told me 'Vel, these n***as ain't nothin but hoes' 'You make most of ya cheese off production and shows' See it's all good, lift up ya seat, don't piss on the wood If these n***as feelin froggy, let 'em come to the hood It's all gravy daddy, get crunk, get crunk Talk sh** b**h, and get stomped, get stomped Big Crump in Baton Rouge and ?? in P.A I hit moms with 10 grand, now I got money to make I watch it bubble and shake, choppin lyrical cakes Niner-Ross on my side, for these busters and fakes (Chorus) (Kamikaze) Don't ever talk to police, don't let 'em know just where you sleep And watch them k**as cause they creep And won't believe that thugs get deep If I said it then I did it, if I speaks it then I live it And early Christmas we gon' gets it Cause me and C we 'bout to spit it ???? partner, but I'm not, tryna cypher what I got To get this sh**, it keeps it hot Then sell it back to make this knot You sons a b**hes ain't gon' last, tryna pocket all that hash Can't even launder all your cash, cause you gon' swander on some a** I'm like pimps say, it's hatin goin on in P.A But sh** them same hatin n***as is on them streets where I stay We go from Jackson back Texas, want some action come and check us Got that love then come and bless us Think we soft then come and test us Just us trill southern n***as, you brought you that bouncin jump So on your left is Mr. Franklin, on your right is Mr. Crump Dump them n***as in the trunk, UGK smokin on skunk Crooked Lettaz ain't no punk, we hit yo city, get it crunk And ain't not pimp without no ho, ain't no show without my dough You try to floss but know you poor, cause you's a rapper with no flow So I'm a tell you out the door, ladies don't look if you's a crow n***a's don't speak if you's a ho You got the sweet, n***a let's blow and get crunk (Chorus) 2x