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letra de crunk ain't dead (remix) - duke deuce, lil jon & juicy j

[intro: juicy j & lil jon]
deuce duke
project pat
juicy j, let me tell you, man
lil jon

[refrain: lil jon]
we too crunk, ho, we got you n-ggas scared, yo (yeah)
we too crunk, ho, we got you n-ggas scared, yo (yeah)
we too crunk, ho, we got you n-ggas scared, yo (yeah)
we too crunk, ho, we got you n-ggas scared, yo (let’s go)

[verse 1: duke deuce]
’bout to kick the door, they been sleepin’ on big foe
n-gga popped out for some anna, so i robbed him for his camera
i’m a gangster motherf-cker and i’m standin’ on that sh-t
we just stepped in with them tools, let’s go hammer in this b-tch
yeah, trappin’ from bag to bag, we can go mag for mag
these n-ggas false, they flag, how you goin’ rag to rag?
book bag got the big pump
like high school, you can get jumped
can’t play me like a weak punk, ayy
bend it over, let me see somethin’, ayy
b-tch, i’m a monster
dumpin’ n-ggas like a tonka
gd crazy like my uncle
this not a honda
h-llcat loud like some thunder
f-ck 12, f-ck you honor (ugh)
all these lil’ rappers think they tough
i swear to god, i don’t give two f-cks
our nuts hangin’, we gang bangin’
we bet who first to f-ck some’ up (what the f-ck?)

[chorus: duke deuce]
crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho (break the law)
crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, (break the law), crunk ain’t dead, b-tch (break the law)
crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead (break the law), crunk ain’t dead, ho (break the law)
crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead (break the law), crunk ain’t dead, ho

[post-chorus: duke deuce]
tennessee, get a key (crunk ain’t dead)
ga, they don’t play (crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho)
out in texas, sh-t get reckless (crunk ain’t dead)
to california, place your order (crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, b-tch)
to the boot, them n-ggas shoot (crunk ain’t dead)
florida, free yak, ho (crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead)
arkansas (crunk ain’t dead)
shout out to freddie (crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, b-tch)
the carolinas (crunk ain’t dead)
my n-gga vegas (crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho)
mississippi, keep it pimpin’ (crunk ain’t dead)
alabama, bangin’ hammers (crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, b-tch)
illinois, larry hoover (crunk ain’t dead)
kentucky, they’ll do you (crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho)
to washington (crunk ain’t dead)
to missouri (crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, b-tch)

[verse 2: juicy j & lil jon]
juicy j don’t f-ck with n-ggas, got my section full of women
i’m gon’ have to watch my step, i got all they p-ssies drippin’
n-ggas dissin’ on the low, you know i can’t let it go
we got choppers like balloons, it’s a party, let it blow
i treat my lungs with gas (yeah), ‘rari got paper tags (ho)
i’ve been on top for twenty-some summers, no wonder why n-ggas is mad (they mad)
big face don’t tick-tock (tick-tock)
all this ice, but i’m makin’ sh-t hot (sh-t hot)
2k in a ziplock (ziplock)
blue money make a crip walk (okay)
i’m an og, young n-ggas ball for free, who they gon’ come for, me? (crunk ain’t dead, ho)
you call it beef, it’s just a crumb to me, i get it done in my sleep (crunk ain’t dead, ho)
they pretendin’ to be gangster, but we know they scared as f-ck (crunk ain’t dead, ho)
let us in there with them pistols, we gon’ tear the club up (crunk ain’t dead, ho)

[chorus: duke deuce & juicy j]
crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho (yeah)
crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, b-tch (shut the f-ck up)
crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho (sh-t ain’t dead)
crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho (these n-ggas just scared)
crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho (we shoot ’em dead)
crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, b-tch
crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho
crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, b-tch

[verse 3: project pat]
jewelry, ’tillery, nah, you ain’t cool with me
you n-ggas snitches and rats, you ain’t foolin’ me
i want the mula-ry, f-ck all the foolery
havin’ these bands and these b-tches ain’t new to me
squeeze on this drac’, it smoke you like hookah-ry
my drip the sh-t, the runs, the dook-ary
guaranteed shine in the dark so you can see
barrel, your man revolver c-cked
you can be quiet, lil’ dude
your pockets look like on a diet, lil’ dude
your b-tch ate my d-ck at the hyatt, lil’ dude
now you wanna feud about the way that i got my rocks off
we in the club and this sh-t ’bout to pop off
three of my n-ggas strapped, safety is on off
fool didn’t know, ’bout to get his sh-t blown off
this sh-t ain’t sweet, this sh-t ain’t candy
memphis n-ggas savage with no randy
we use violence, ak’s handy
money piled up, they can’t stand me
sippin’ on brown, this ain’t brandy
beat a b-tch down, understand me
city full of gas, hustle dandy
jack with no mask, rob your mammy
swipin’ credit cards, we so scammy

[outro: duke deuce]
crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho

- duke deuce lil jon juicy j

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