Get Crunk
Pitbull Feat. Cubo Lyrics

Once again up in that south from my motherfucking mouth
I'm back in the South, and I'm not afraid to speak my mind.

And creeping up on y'all niggas like a motherfucking mouse
I'm coming for you quietly and unexpectedly, just like a mouse.

Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens
I'm confident and bold, just like fags and drag queens.

And shitting on you busters like I ate some bake beans
I'm gonna dominate and embarrass you, just like beans give me gas.

Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits
Me and my crew always create successful music.

We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks
We don't associate with pretenders or cheats.

Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
People are often bothered and complain about the loud music coming from my car.

And keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk
But I'm gonna continue to keep it real and maintain my crunk style.

(What, What) Now drop them bozs' on 'em [Repeats]
Now it's time to get the party really started, so let's drop the bass.

Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the show
The heavy bass is about to make the concert amazing.

Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
The crowd is dancing hard and screaming, especially the Georgia hoes.

Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round
I'm impressing everyone with my slick rhyming and performance, even the haters.

It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line
It's time to give it my all and leave everything on the stage.

Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
I have no sympathy for haters, while I smoke and relax.

All these niggas what they made us from them' boz and craters
They only made us stronger and more united.

While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
While the weak disappeared, we're standing strong.

Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
We're still true to our roots and underground, not mainstream.

Southside just reckless, from GA to Texas
The South has an unruly and adventurous spirit that extends from Georgia to Texas.

And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
And I'm gonna be the one who's living large and driving a nice car.

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

The mo' hating niggas try me
But the more people hate on me and try to bring me down.

Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
They have no chance to take me down, no matter how crazy they are.

Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
If they try to mess with me, they better think twice before facing the consequences.

From a place called T-town be down in the south
I'm from T-town and represent the South.

Where them' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
This is the place where the players wear big jewelry and gold teeth.

And dump dump if ya' jump jump
And if you jump, you better be ready to dance.

The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
The club is lively and energetic thanks to the great music we play.

Through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
When you hear our music through your speakers, you're going to freak out like Beaker from The Muppets.

All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
Everyone in the crowd is pumped up and excited, even Lil' Peter.

From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
This excitement extends from T-town to Atlanta, all the way to Savannah and Alabama.

I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
The club is definitely alive and crunk in this particular way.

I can't stand a weak buster
I can't tolerate someone who is weak and powerless.

For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes
But I represent the freaks and hustlers, and my style is iconic.

Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz
You need to get excited and dance hard to our music.

I can't afford bigger, how ya' figga'
I may not have a lot of money, but that doesn't hold me back.

That you gone stop me from stacking six figures
In fact, I'm going to keep making money and gaining success.

Now you hating on me, because my game so tight
But now people are trying to bring me down because I am successful.

And could you be mad because I fucked ya' wife
Some people are upset with me for sleeping with their wife.

Well it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
But if you didn't want me to sleep with your wife, you should have checked her better.

I'm from the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
I'm from the ATL and I'm a real player.

So stop talking all that shit, and trying to buck
So stop talking trash and trying to fight me.

I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what's up
I'm not afraid to speak my mind or fight back.

Now ladies are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
Are you annoyed by fake and manipulative women in your life?

Acting like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Playing with your emotions and acting like they want to be close to you.

Criticizing, everything that you do
Constantly criticizing you and making you feel inadequate.

And telling ya' who, and who not to screw
Telling you who you can and can't sleep with.

Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and shit
They're gross and unclean.

They go around sucking on every dope boys dick
They sleep with every drug dealer around.

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

You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'
You decide while you dance to our music and drop the bass.

Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall
If the club is full of people from all over.

And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all
And everyone is trying to have a good time and be successful.

Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
There's a lot of positive energy and flirting going on.

Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking
Some haters are there, but at least they're not flirting.

You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Everyone has their cup filled and is excited.

Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from
Put your hands up in the air and represent your hometown.

I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is shady
I'm from Georgia, where unique and unconventional people are often misunderstood.

Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily
It can be overwhelming, but we relieve our anxiety by smoking weed every day.

When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
When the bass drops, people start dancing and locking their bodies while dropping the bass.

And proceed to rock, from the front to the back
And we continue to dance and rock to the beat, from the front to the back of the room.

With the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
We're also looking for a fat bag of weed or a woman to hook up with.

Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some love
We want to tear the roof off the club and show our love to the audience.

And fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs
We also want to smoke some weed with our friends and the tough guys in the room.

Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
The haters are still watching while the attractive and unique people are flirting with us.

The beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
The music is amazing, so let's keep the bass going and the music playing.

For my thugs
This is for my tough guys and friends.

Now right now I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me
I want all my tough friends to follow my lead and keep the party going.

What That's how these motherfuckers die, they with the shit talk [Repeats]
That's just how it is - people die when they talk too much and can't back it up.