Pitbull - Crank Up Da Dunk lyrics

[Intro:] Ay, mil, crank up da dunk! [Hook: Money Mark] n***a crank up da dank Turn up the funk n***a lift up the trunk Pull out the chomp n***a roll up the funk n***a blow out this skunk When you pull out da dunk n***a lift up the trunk n***a turn up the funk n***a pull up the blunt n***a blow out the skunk Then back to the bar [Verse 1:] Deep in seven duce-dos dogs Going to the club, coolin’ with the thugs We gon rock, get high, hope to fly When we in the 305, we get live (n***a What!) I’m looking for some ho to f** I’m with my dawgs And we looking for some hole to f** That’s right, gon cop something We hit the studio with y’all something Them n***as can hate Before we clip the Glocks on em So stop fronting, you know what we all about We from the same, so you know what we all about It’s like who the hell Get your money, get your hoes We gon put it down for our city You know how it is n***a we loose and we all about I’s Deep in the club, n***a all of us stars Get your beef, get your coke, get trees Get your tokens, get your keys [Hook] n***a crank up da dank Turn up the funk n***a lift up the trunk Pull out the chomp n***a roll up the funk n***a blow out this skunk When you pull out da dunk n***a lift up the trunk n***a turn up the funk n***a pull up the blunt n***a blow out the skunk Then back to the bar [Verse 2: Kase One] My attitude must be the justice f** you n***a, I’m quick to clown And we coming back from the {?} and sh** Hoe n***a, Imma get you now When I come through, we in a circle I mean, whoever who in ya circle Money I do wanna dirty slime And these many times I got to alert All your homeboys about to bezerk And you’re the reason n***a shout Miami Tours is taking a route for Miami We keep the hoe n***as out of Miami So b**hes ’bout Miami [Bridge: Money Mark] n***a crank up da dunk [Verse 3: Pitbull] I say kindness is for weakness These palm trees and blue skies Is to keep you outta town, n***a speechless Cause the last thing we need is leeches You leech a** n***as better stick to those beaches I’m from the city where the sun’s hot f** sunblock, when them guns co*k Fingers inch, trigger click, guns pop Oh and problem when them guns blaze They’ll burn your a** a little more than sideways [Hook: Money Mark] n***a crank up da dank Turn up the funk n***a lift up the trunk Pull out the chomp n***a roll up the funk n***a blow out this skunk When you pull out da dunk n***a lift up the trunk n***a turn up the funk n***a pull up the blunt n***a blow out the skunk Then back to the bar [Verse 4: Money Mark] Let’s take it to the streets, where young n***as like me Come through 7-3 lord draw in the breeze With a pocket full of cheese, trying get me a beat Pull up to the club on duces Only way you get in the front b**h, you best be elusive No more truce, and all those hoes Tryna get a n***a dough with some rabbit a** hands Do me favor, climb in the back of da dunk Let me pump up da funk, and hit your chin with my jaw Keep a tech in the trunk Lay back b**h, but the beat keep me crunk Come to your spot, two Glocks in the pump n***a f** what you need Imma give you what you want, how it gotta be Me in the dub late night by the robbery (by the robbery) [Hook: Money Mark] n***a crank up da dank Turn up the funk n***a lift up the trunk Pull out the chomp n***a roll up the funk n***a blow out this skunk When you pull out da dunk n***a lift up the trunk n***a turn up the funk n***a pull up the blunt n***a blow out the skunk Then back to the bar