Crunk Ain't Dead
Duke Deuce Lyrics
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Project Pat
Juicy J, let me tell you, man
Lil Jon
We too crunk, ho, we got you niggas scared, yo (yeah)
We too crunk, ho, we got you niggas scared, yo (yeah)
We too crunk, ho, we got you niggas scared, yo (yeah)
'Bout to kick the door, they been sleepin' on big foe
Nigga popped out with some Anna, so I robbed him for his camera
I'm a gangster motherfucker and I'm standin' on that shit
We just stepped in with them tools, let's go hammer in this bitch
Yeah, trappin' from bag to bag, we can go mag for mag
These niggas 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
Bitch, I'm a monster, dumpin' niggas like a Tonka
GD crazy like my uncle, this not a Honda
Hellcat loud like some thunder, fuck 12, fuck you honor (ugh)
All these lil' rappers think they tough
I swear to God, I don't give two fucks
Our nuts hangin', we gang bangin'
We bet who first to fuck some' up (okay)
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, bitch (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
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, shit get reckless (crunk ain't dead)
To California, place your order (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, bitch)
To the boot, them niggas 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, bitch)
The Carolinas (crunk ain't dead)
My nigga, 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, bitch)
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, bitch)
Juicy J don't fuck with niggas, got my section full of women
I'm gon' have to watch my step, I got all they pussies drippin'
Niggas 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 niggas is mad (they mad)
Big face don't tick-tock (tick-tock)
All this ice, but I'm makin' shit hot (shit hot)
2K in a ziplock (ziplock)
Blue money make a Crip walk (Okay)
I'm an OG, young niggas 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 fuck (crunk ain't dead, ho)
Let us in there with them pistols, we gon' tear the club up (crunk ain't dead, ho)
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, bitch (shut the fuck up)
Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho (shit ain't dead)
Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho (these niggas 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, bitch
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, bitch
Jewelry, 'tillery, nah, you ain't cool with me
You niggas snitches and rats, you ain't foolin' me
I want the mula-ry, fuck all the foolery
Havin' these bands and these bitches ain't new to me
Squeeze on this Drac', it smoke you like hookah-ry
My drip the shit, the runs, the dook-ary
Guaranteed shine in the dark so you can see
Barrel, your man revolver cocked
You can be quiet, lil' dude
Your pockets look like on a diet, lil' dude
Your bitch ate my dick at the Hyatt, lil' dude
Now you wanna feud about the way that I got my rocks off
We in the club and this shit 'bout to pop off
Three of my niggas strapped, safety is on, off
Fool didn't know, 'bout to get his shit blown off
This shit ain't sweet, this shit ain't candy
Memphis niggas 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 bitch down, understand me
City full of gas, hustle dandy
Jack with no mask, rob your mammy
Swipin' credit cards, we so scammy
Crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho
In Duke Deuce's song "Crunk Ain't Dead", he is joined by rappers Project Pat, Juicy J, and Lil Jon. The lyrics consist of violent and aggressive imagery describing the gang culture that is associated with crunk music. Shots of intimidation and the use of weapons are prevalent, as Duke Deuce describes robbing someone for their camera because they were caught using Anna, a drug. In addition to the criminal nature of the lyrics, Duke Deuce also claims his affiliation with the Gangster Disciples, comparing himself to his uncle, and waving weapons such as a big pump around in his book bag. He also describes his reckless disregard for authority figures such as the police, using a Hellcat to make loud noises, and suggesting that he has engaged in violent behavior that could result in legal troubles.
At its core, "Crunk Ain't Dead" is an anthem to gang culture and crunk music, which is linked to the southern states of America. The song's lyrics are highly controversial, and it is not without its share of critics. However, its popularity is undeniable, and it highlights the ongoing struggle between artistic expression and the glorification of violence in popular music.
Line by Line Meaning
We too crunk, ho, we got you niggas scared, yo (yeah)
We are extremely energetic and wild, causing fear and intimidation among others.
'Bout to kick the door, they been sleepin' on big foe
We are about to make a grand entrance, as people have been underestimating us.
Nigga popped out with some Anna, so I robbed him for his camera
Someone showed off their valuable possessions, so I took advantage and stole their camera.
I'm a gangster motherfucker and I'm standin' on that shit
I am a tough and fearless individual, fully embracing my gangster lifestyle.
We just stepped in with them tools, let's go hammer in this bitch
We have entered the scene equipped with weapons and are ready to cause chaos and destruction.
Yeah, trappin' from bag to bag, we can go mag for mag
We are continuously hustling and making money, capable of matching anyone's firepower.
These niggas false, they flag, how you goin' rag to rag?
These individuals are fake and claim a certain affiliation, how can they switch loyalties so easily?
Book bag got the big pump, like high school, you can get jumped
I am carrying a powerful weapon in my bag, just like in high school where you could be attacked.
Can't play me like a weak punk, ayy
You cannot underestimate or manipulate me like a defenseless individual.
Bend it over, let me see somethin', ayy
Lower yourself and show me something provocative and enticing.
Bitch, I'm a monster, dumpin' niggas like a Tonka
I am a ferocious and ruthless individual, disposing of people without hesitation.
GD crazy like my uncle, this not a Honda
The Gangster Disciples are as dangerous as my uncle, and this is not a safe situation.
Hellcat loud like some thunder, fuck 12, fuck you honor (ugh)
My car's engine, Hellcat, is loud like thunder, and I have no respect for law enforcement.
All these lil' rappers think they tough
Many young and inexperienced rappers believe they are tough and formidable.
I swear to God, I don't give two fucks
I genuinely don't care at all, I have no concern or interest.
Our nuts hangin', we gang bangin'
We proudly display our masculinity and participate in gang activities.
We bet who first to fuck some' up (okay)
We make bets on who will be the first to cause chaos and initiate violence.
Tennessee, get a key (crunk ain't dead)
In Tennessee, acquire drugs in large quantities, as crunk culture is still alive and thriving.
GA, they don't play (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho)
Georgia is known for its intense and energetic lifestyle, fully embracing crunk culture.
Out in Texas, shit get reckless (crunk ain't dead)
In Texas, things can become wild and chaotic, as crunk culture is still prevalent.
To California, place your order (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, bitch)
In California, you can easily obtain what you desire, as crunk culture is alive and well.
To the boot, them niggas shoot (crunk ain't dead)
In the southern regions, specifically Louisiana (the boot), people are willing to use firearms, as crunk culture remains strong.
Florida, free Yak, ho (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead)
In Florida, liberate Yak (possibly a person or a substance), as crunk culture persists.
Arkansas (crunk ain't dead)
Even in Arkansas, crunk culture continues to thrive.
Shout out to Freddie (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, bitch)
Showing appreciation to Freddie (possibly a person), emphasizing that crunk culture is still alive.
The Carolinas (crunk ain't dead)
Both North and South Carolina embody the spirit of crunk culture, as it remains prevalent.
My nigga, Vegas (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho)
Acknowledging my acquaintance from Las Vegas, emphasizing the ongoing presence of crunk culture.
Mississippi, keep it pimpin' (crunk ain't dead)
In Mississippi, maintain a flashy and extravagant lifestyle, as crunk culture persists.
Alabama, bangin' hammers (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, bitch)
In Alabama, engage in violent activities, as crunk culture continues to thrive.
Illinois, Larry Hoover (crunk ain't dead)
Referencing Larry Hoover, a prominent figure in Chicago gang culture, highlighting crunk's enduring presence in Illinois.
Kentucky, they'll do you (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, ho)
In Kentucky, people are ready to harm or attack you, as crunk culture holds sway.
To Washington (crunk ain't dead)
Even in Washington, crunk culture remains relevant and vibrant.
To Missouri (crunk ain't dead, crunk ain't dead, bitch)
In Missouri, crunk culture is alive and well, as emphasized by the repetitive statement.
Juicy J don't fuck with niggas, got my section full of women
Juicy J prefers the company of women, as his entourage primarily consists of females.
I'm gon' have to watch my step, I got all they pussies drippin'
I need to be cautious in my actions, as my presence has sexually aroused all the women around me.
Niggas dissin' on the low, you know I can't let it go
People are secretly disrespecting me, and it's impossible for me to ignore or forgive.
We got choppers like balloons, it's a party, let it blow
We possess firearms akin to balloons, and we are ready to use them like fireworks to create havoc.
I treat my lungs with gas (Yeah), 'Rari got paper tags (Ho)
I fill my lungs with marijuana (gas), and my Ferrari has temporary license plates.
I've been on top for twenty-some summers, no wonder why niggas is mad (they mad)
I have maintained a successful position in the music industry for more than two decades, causing envy and resentment among others.
Big face don't tick-tock (tick-tock)
A large amount of money does not diminish quickly or disappear (like a ticking clock).
All this ice, but I'm makin' shit hot (shit hot)
Despite my extravagant jewelry (ice), I bring a fiery and intense energy to the scene.
2K in a ziplock (ziplock)
I have $2,000 stored in a plastic bag (ziplock).
Blue money make a Crip walk (Okay)
I flaunt my wealth, acquired through illegal activities, which is associated with the Crip gang's signature dance, the Crip walk.
I'm an OG, young niggas ball for free, who they gon' come for, me? (crunk ain't dead, ho)
I am an experienced and respected individual, while young individuals enjoy success without facing similar challenges. They wouldn't dare come after me.
You call it beef, it's just a crumb to me, I get it done in my sleep (crunk ain't dead, ho)
You may perceive it as a significant dispute, but to me, it's insignificant. I can resolve it effortlessly, even in my sleep.
They pretendin' to be gangster, but we know they scared as fuck (crunk ain't dead, ho)
They are putting on an act to appear tough, but deep down, we are aware they are extremely fearful.
Let us in there with them pistols, we gon' tear the club up (crunk ain't dead, ho)
If we are allowed entry with our firearms, we will cause massive chaos and destruction inside the club.
Jewelry, 'tillery, nah, you ain't cool with me
If you don't possess expensive jewelry and weapons, you are not considered cool or acceptable in my eyes.
You niggas snitches and rats, you ain't foolin' me
I am fully aware that you individuals are informants and traitors, and your deceitful actions do not deceive me.
I want the mula-ry, fuck all the foolery
I am solely interested in making money, and I have no patience for any unnecessary or foolish behavior.
Havin' these bands and these bitches ain't new to me
Having large amounts of money and attracting attractive women is something I am accustomed to and experienced with.
Squeeze on this Drac', it smoke you like hookah-ry
If I squeeze the trigger on this Draco (gun), it will release smoke similar to a hookah, causing harm to you.
My drip the shit, the runs, the dook-ary
My fashion style and appearance are impeccable and enviable, surpassing the ordinary and entering the realm of excellence.
Guaranteed shine in the dark so you can see
I radiate and stand out even in the darkest or most challenging situations, ensuring visibility and recognition.
Barrel, your man revolver cocked
I have a firearm, specifically a revolver, ready to be used against your partner or associate.
You can be quiet, lil' dude
You should remain silent and not provoke me, as you are insignificant and not a threat.
Your pockets look like on a diet, lil' dude
Your wealth or financial resources are significantly limited, appearing as if they are on a strict diet, lacking sustenance or growth.
Your bitch ate my dick at the Hyatt, lil' dude
Your partner engaged in sexual activities with me at the Hyatt hotel, reducing your significance and dominance.
Now you wanna feud about the way that I got my rocks off
You are now seeking conflict or dispute over how I achieved financial success or acquired my valuable possessions.
We in the club and this shit 'bout to pop off
We are inside the club, and a chaotic and violent situation is about to unfold.
Three of my niggas strapped, safety is on, off
Three of my associates are armed with firearms, and they are ready to switch off the safeties.
Fool didn't know, 'bout to get his shit blown off
This fool was not aware that he is about to be seriously injured or killed, as his life is about to be abruptly ended.
This shit ain't sweet, this shit ain't candy
This situation is not pleasant or enjoyable, it is serious and potentially dangerous.
Memphis niggas savage with no Randy
People from Memphis, particularly those associated with the rap scene, are ruthless and fierce, devoid of any sympathy or restraint.
We use violence, AK's handy
We resort to violence when necessary, and we have AK-47 assault rifles readily available.
Money piled up, they can't stand me
I have accumulated significant wealth, causing envy and resentment among others.
Sippin' on brown, this ain't brandy
I am drinking a dark-colored alcoholic beverage, but it is not brandy specifically.
Beat a bitch down, understand me
I am capable of forcefully assaulting or attacking a woman, and it is important for others to comprehend this.
City full of gas, hustle dandy
The city I reside in is abundant with drugs or illegal substances, and the criminal activities I engage in are smooth and profitable.
Jack with no mask, rob your mammy
I will commit armed robbery without wearing a mask, even targeting your own mother.
Swipin' credit cards, we so scammy
We engage in credit card fraud, displaying our dishonest and fraudulent nature.
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jonathan H. Smith, Jordan Houston, Patavious Isom
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@jakeyxjakey1
i saw this coming when the Soundcloud rapper bs came. EVERYONE wanted to be like Lord Infamous.
EVEN SCRIM FROM SUICIDEBOYS CALLS HIMSELF SCARECROW.
we have an entire generation of kids born after the year 2000 then genuinely think "scarecrow" is "Scrim" from fucking suicideboys.
@SouthCentralChannel
Y’all sleep on Pat, dude been the realest since he came out the womb 🔥 North Memphis
@vinanoir
NORTH NORTH!
@indrainspace2601
Lil Jon screaming crunk ain't dead makes this song go 100x harder
@Jaydahoodboy
No cap 🧢🙅🏾♂️ He is the King of Crunk after all
@uncoverthetruth8365
U forgot the “heaux” part
@satonioushardwick3361
Project Pat killed that last verse!!
@jaycooley8783
The runs, the dookery. 🤣🤣🤣
@satonioushardwick3361
@@jaycooley8783 Only Pat man!!
@jaycooley8783
@@satonioushardwick3361 lmao i'm so glad i was stationed in Tennessee so i was introduced to this greatness.
@bigglock2909
Pat its fucking monsta i really like her biggest flow he really monsta really facts