Let’s Get It Crunk Playa Fly (Ft. Everlasting Gangstas)
"Let’s Get It Crunk" by Playa Fly (Ft. Everlasting Gangstas) is a hip-hop track from 2000. The song celebrates party culture, self-confidence, and having a good time, emphasizing a carefree lifestyle. Its energetic beats and catchy hooks make it a club anthem, contributing to the Southern rap scene's vibrancy. #HipHop
[Intro: E.L.G. & B.M.G.]
Yeah, yuh, back up in this bitch
For the ninety motherfuckin' six
Ninety-six on these hoes
(Yeah, ho)
B.M.G. in this bitch
Back in this biatch
With your FN, layin' your funky tracks on y'all hoes
No doubt, for about this shit like this
[Verse 1: E.L.G.]
Niggas best beware of that motherfuckin' villain
It's hard to fuck with us, so prepare for the killin'
Livin' where it's realer, man, and you don't know the feelin'
It's time to grab my Glock and make a rocket for the million
Creepin' on your ass, with that mask, what you wanna do?
Boom is that sound, shootin' rounds down Glock we do
All my row dogs down smokin' pounds, it's that nigga who
Don't give a fuck, test your nuts, catch a slug, fool
Nigga with the mind full of crime, don't be guessin'
If you fail to see him, then a bullet you'll be catchin'
Always packin' a weapon, so keep steppin', don't let it happen
You know that talkin' shit, as my lyrics start to cappin'
The homies in the house and it's no doubt, I'm finna sew shit up
As I tape it over, walk right over, then I fulls you up
Pass a sack and drink the yack and let my niggas roll it up
Now we gettin' smoked out, now my locs get loced out
Scopin' out the victim for the stang, man
You know, I'm still up in this bitch
Niggas from down South, we so gap with this gangster shit
Nigga, best believe it's about that cheesin' and I'll rob you trick
Grippin' on my Glock, pop, pop, pop, nigga, that's my shit, I'm slick
Raise up off these players nuts, shank you, I don't give a fuck
Nigga, we can slang, throw them thangs, what the fuck is up?
Rockin' the fuckin' microphone, that nigga straight from Tennessee
Psychopathic, schizophrenic, bitches cannot fuck with me
Trizzick on my dizzick, ho, stop swingin' on my fuckin' nuts
Keep on talkin' shit, I just might stick you in your fuckin' guts
Niggas shankin', now I think it's time to blaze that B-U-D
Now I'm high, really high, a hustler in reality
Enter the asylum, of a motherfuckin' lunatic
Introduce you to my tone, let's get in to some gangster shit
Nigga with the mind full of crime, I'm about to click
Shots up to you player haters 'til you give me somethin', nig
Back up off my dick because you know, you cannot fuck with this
Leave your body burnin', in a motherfuckin' crucifix
Yeah, yuh, back up in this bitch
For the ninety motherfuckin' six
Ninety-six on these hoes
(Yeah, ho)
B.M.G. in this bitch
Back in this biatch
With your FN, layin' your funky tracks on y'all hoes
No doubt, for about this shit like this
[Verse 1: E.L.G.]
Niggas best beware of that motherfuckin' villain
It's hard to fuck with us, so prepare for the killin'
Livin' where it's realer, man, and you don't know the feelin'
It's time to grab my Glock and make a rocket for the million
Creepin' on your ass, with that mask, what you wanna do?
Boom is that sound, shootin' rounds down Glock we do
All my row dogs down smokin' pounds, it's that nigga who
Don't give a fuck, test your nuts, catch a slug, fool
Nigga with the mind full of crime, don't be guessin'
If you fail to see him, then a bullet you'll be catchin'
Always packin' a weapon, so keep steppin', don't let it happen
You know that talkin' shit, as my lyrics start to cappin'
The homies in the house and it's no doubt, I'm finna sew shit up
As I tape it over, walk right over, then I fulls you up
Pass a sack and drink the yack and let my niggas roll it up
Now we gettin' smoked out, now my locs get loced out
Scopin' out the victim for the stang, man
You know, I'm still up in this bitch
Niggas from down South, we so gap with this gangster shit
Nigga, best believe it's about that cheesin' and I'll rob you trick
Grippin' on my Glock, pop, pop, pop, nigga, that's my shit, I'm slick
Raise up off these players nuts, shank you, I don't give a fuck
Nigga, we can slang, throw them thangs, what the fuck is up?
Rockin' the fuckin' microphone, that nigga straight from Tennessee
Psychopathic, schizophrenic, bitches cannot fuck with me
Trizzick on my dizzick, ho, stop swingin' on my fuckin' nuts
Keep on talkin' shit, I just might stick you in your fuckin' guts
Niggas shankin', now I think it's time to blaze that B-U-D
Now I'm high, really high, a hustler in reality
Enter the asylum, of a motherfuckin' lunatic
Introduce you to my tone, let's get in to some gangster shit
Nigga with the mind full of crime, I'm about to click
Shots up to you player haters 'til you give me somethin', nig
Back up off my dick because you know, you cannot fuck with this
Leave your body burnin', in a motherfuckin' crucifix
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