Get Crunk
Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz Lyrics


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Once again up in that south from my motherfucking mouth
And creeping up on y'all niggas like a motherfucking mouse
Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens
And shitting on you busters like I ate some bake beans

Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits
We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
And keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk

[Chorus]
(What, What)
Now drop them bozs' on 'em [Repeats]

Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from them' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating niggas try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
From a place called T-town be down in the south
Where them' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
Through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes
Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz

[Chorus]

I can't afford bigger, how ya' figga'
That you gone stop me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what's up

Now ladies are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Criticizing, everything that you do
And telling ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and shit
They go around sucking on every dope boys dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'

[Chorus]

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the back
With the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some love
And fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
The beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
For my thugs

[Chorus]

Now right now I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me





What
That's how these motherfuckers die, they with the shit talk [Repeats]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz’s song Get Crunk provide for an interesting and explicit narrative of the Atlanta hip-hop scene. The lyrics present a braggadocious proclamation from Lil Jon on his place in the Southern music scene, while also taking digs at haters and fakes in the industry. He declares his affiliation with T-Town and ATL, proclaiming the successes of the crunk movement. The lyrics are heavily focused on partying, with Lil Jon encouraging the crowd to “drop them Bozs” and get hyped. The song is also marked by its use of repetition, particularly in the chorus, which is repeated throughout the song, serving to drum up and maintain the energy of the track. Finally, Lil Jon directly addresses his haters, telling them they can't stop him from stacking his money and living his life.


Interestingly, Lil Jon’s song, “Get Crunk,” was released on the album “Put Yo Hood Up” on November 20, 2001—just one week before the Sept. 11 terrorist attacks. Following the tragedy, touring was put on hold and the group halted promotion of the album. However, during the initial days following 9/11, music companies scrambled to pull any songs that were deemed inappropriate or disrespectful during a time of national mourning. Despite its explicit nature, "Get Crunk" managed to steer clear of any controversy.


Line by Line Meaning

Once again up in that south from my motherfucking mouth
I am once again rapping about the southern lifestyle, speaking candidly and with attitude.


And creeping up on y'all niggas like a motherfucking mouse
I am sneaking up on my enemies using stealth and cunning.


Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens
I am dominating these tracks with my flamboyant and confident style.


And shitting on you busters like I ate some bake beans
I am insulting and humiliating my rivals in a crude and vulgar manner.


Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits
My crew and I consistently produce hit songs without associating with lesser artists or gimmicks.


We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks
We never collaborate with inferior artists or engage in unsavory tactics to achieve success.


Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
The loud bass coming from my car's sound system is causing trouble and attracting attention.


And keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk
I am keeping the energy and excitement of the music at a high level.


(What, What)
A call for enthusiasm and attention from my listeners.


Now drop them bozs' on 'em [Repeats]
A request for the crowd to dance and have fun by dropping down low.


Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the show
The song's energy is about to peak and make the performance unforgettable.


Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
The crowd is dancing energetically and shouting out for Georgia with pride.


Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round
I am impressively delivering my lyrics while rivals look on enviously.


It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line
It is time to give everything I've got and risk it all for success.


Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
I have no kind feelings towards those who hate me, and I am smoking marijuana to cope with my emotions.


All these niggas what they made us from them' boz and craters
My group is what it is because of our shared experiences and the hardships we've faced in life.


While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Lesser artists have failed and disappeared, but we have gained success and popularity.


Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
We come from the underground music scene and don't care about conforming to mainstream hip hop norms.


Southside just reckless, from GA to Texas
The southern region is filled with reckless and wild individuals, from Georgia to Texas.


And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
My success will continue, and I will show off my wealth by driving a luxury car.


But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The more successful I become, the more money I earn.


The mo' hating niggas try me
As I become more successful, more people try to bring me down with hatred and negativity.


Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
An arrogant and foolish individual is trying to take me down, but they will face the consequences of their actions.


Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
You should be patient and think of the consequences before trying to oppose me.


From a place called T-town be down in the south
I come from a town in the southern region of the United States.


Where them' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
In this area, people wear baggy pants and gold teeth as fashion statements.


And dump dump if ya' jump jump
If you try to start trouble, prepare to face the consequences.


The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
The club is lively and energetic due to the music that my group produces.


Through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
When our music plays through your speakers, you become excited and hyped like the Muppet Beaker.


All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
Everyone is hyped and enthusiastic, which I believe is due to my influence.


From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I have a following and influence throughout various southern states.


I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
The energy of the club is impressive and rough in its own unique way.


I can't stand a weak buster
I have no tolerance for weak or inferior artists.


For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes
My music appeals to a specific audience of unconventional individuals, hustlers, and stylish individuals.


Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz
The crowd needs to dance and express themselves while dropping down low.


I can't afford bigger, how ya' figga'
I can't afford to waste my time and energy on lesser artists or activities.


That you gone stop me from stacking six figures
You can't stop me from accumulating massive amounts of money and success.


Now you hating on me, because my game so tight
You resent me because of my skill and success.


And could you be mad because I fucked ya' wife
You may also hold a grudge against me for sleeping with your spouse or partner.


Well it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
It is true that I had sexual relations with your partner, accept reality.


I'm from the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
I come from Atlanta, Georgia and represent it proudly.


So stop talking all that shit, and trying to buck
Stop talking negatively about me and attempting to start trouble.


I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what's up
I am speaking candidly and aggressively, and will fight back if necessary.


Now ladies are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
Women, are you tired of fake and manipulative people in your lives?


Acting like they want, to lick on yo' shit
These individuals pretend to be friendly or attracted to you, but really just want to use you.


Criticizing, everything that you do
They also criticize and judge everything that you do.


And telling ya' who, and who not to screw
These individuals try to control who you date or sleep with.


Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and shit
These people are dirty or immoral in their behavior.


They go around sucking on every dope boys dick
They engage in promiscuous behavior with any successful or wealthy man.


Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes
Are these individuals truly your friends or enemies?


You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'
You can make the decision while you dance and enjoy the music.


Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall
If the club is crowded and lively with people everywhere.


And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all
Everyone is trying to have a good time and impress each other.


Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
There is only love and positive energy in the air as we dance and socialize.


Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking
There are still some enemies present, but at least they are not able to ruin the good time for everyone else.


You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
You are drinking heavily and having a great time.


Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from
Show pride in your hometown by raising your hands in the air.


I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is shady
I come from Georgia, where unconventional people are met with suspicion or distrust.


Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily
Life can be so chaotic and stressful, so we smoke marijuana to relax and cope.


When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
When the music gets intense, everyone should drop low and dance vigorously.


And proceed to rock, from the front to the back
Dance and have a great time, whether you are in front or in the back of the club.


With the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
We are smoking marijuana and carrying guns, while also trying to find attractive partners or a large amount of drugs.


Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some love
Let's have an incredibly energetic and fun night, showing love and appreciation for each other.


And fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs
I am smoking a marijuana cigar with my close friends and fellow gang members.


Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
Enemies keep an eye on me, while unconventional individuals are infatuated with me.


The beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
The music is great, so let's keep dancing and enjoying the night.


Now right now I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me
I am calling on all of my loyal and tough supporters to stick with me.


That's how these motherfuckers die, they with the shit talk [Repeats]
People who talk negatively or try to start trouble will face violent consequences.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: LAVELL CRUMP, BRAD FRANKLIN, JOSEPH SIMMONS, DARRYL MCDANIELS, LAWRENCE SMITH, CHAD BUTLER

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