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Crunk Inc.
3,216
Hip-Hop/Rap
Crunk Inc. was released on August 3, 2004 by Warner Records as a part of the album Crime Mob
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Release DateAugust 3, 2004
LabelWarner Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM73

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cyco Black
Cyco Black
Vocals
Killa C
Killa C
Vocals
Lil Jay
Lil Jay
Vocals
M.I.G.
M.I.G.
Vocals
Princess
Princess
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alphonce Smith
Alphonce Smith
Songwriter
Jonathan Lewis
Jonathan Lewis
Songwriter
Venetia Lewis
Venetia Lewis
Songwriter
Christopher Lee Henderson
Christopher Lee Henderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Crime Mob
Crime Mob
Executive Producer
Warren Bletcher
Warren Bletcher
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Frye
John Frye
Mixing Engineer
Lil Jay
Lil Jay
Producer
Mike Wilson
Mike Wilson
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Aye
Crunk Incorporated
We ain't takin’ nothin’ this year
We comin’ straight for you
We talkin’ 'bout getting crunk, ****
Fuck that shit you talkin’, ****
When I see yo’ ass, ****
This how shit gon' pop off
This how shit gon' go down from here on out, ****
So we gotta tell y'all **** what's the fuck up
Cyco Black, let 'em know
Fuck that shit that you talkin’, fuck that shit that you talkin’
Fuck that shit that you talkin’, fuck that shit that you talkin’
Fuck that shit that you talkin’, fuck that shit that you talkin’
Fuck that shit that you talkin’, fuck that shit that you talkin’
Fuck that nonsense, ****, I'm outside (what's up?)
You got a problem wit mah clique? I'm outside (what's up?)
I got mah gun in mah muthafuckin’ ride (what's up?)
We bussin’ heads, so you bitches betta hide
Crunk to the muthafuckin I.N.C
Migraine, Black, and Killa behind me
Mob in the street with Crunk and A.D
So I dare that **** to come and try me
Dare that **** to walk mah street
Watch me cock it back and let go
Comin’ up popular, he's a fuck ****
I'ma let his ass know he ain't nothin’ but a hoe
Fuck yo’ words, yo’ words don't mean shit
All that talkin will get yo’ ass hit
Beat yo’ bitch with a baseball bat
I'll ratta-tat-tat on yo’ ass real quick
This real shit and I don't play games
A.T.L. be mah domain
Creep yo’ cast and beat yo’ ass
So fuck that shit you talkin’, mayne
Fuck that nonsense, ****, I'm outside (what's up?)
You got a problem wit mah clique? I'm outside (what's up?)
I got mah gun in mah muthafuckin’ ride (what's up?)
We bussin’ heads, so you bitches betta hide
Fuck that shit that you talkin’, fuck that shit that you talkin’
Fuck that shit that you talkin’, fuck that shit that you talkin’
Fuck that shit that you talkin’, fuck that shit that you talkin’
Fuck that shit that you talkin’, fuck that shit that you talkin’
Yeah, bitch, fuck that shit that you talkin’
Go get yo’ clique and start walkin’
My crew too thick, so get off me
Two fuck with you, I got fo’ty
Peepin’ the scene, so don't test me
Hoe, don't try me, I stay ready
Yo shirt gon' be so damn heavy
I snipe yo’ ass like I'm Wesley
Got a problem, I solve it
So hoe let's take it outside
Revolver tucked in mah pocket
I'm feelin’ what in mah ride
Bussin’ heads is mah specialty
One like me, you will never see
Hoe, you know I'm with M.O.B
Wanna buck? It's whateva, G
Keep on popping’, I'ma show you just how deep we are
Y'all **** think y'all buck? We'll have y'all seein’ stars
You'll think you're touchin’ Mars 'cause we some assassins
A second blastin’ at whoever that be shit talkin’
So do not get smart, bitch, 'cause here we runnin’ thangs
Ain't got no time for lames, just 'bout that money, mayne
Just watch me spray some flames
Get up, release some anger
I keep sixteen in the clip, and one off in the chamber
Fuck that shit that you talkin’, fuck that shit that you talkin’
Fuck that shit that you talkin’, fuck that shit that you talkin’
Fuck that shit that you talkin’, fuck that shit that you talkin’
Fuck that shit that you talkin’, fuck that shit that you talkin’
Fuck that nonsense, ****, I'm outside (what's up?)
You got a problem with mah clique? I'm outside (what's up?)
I got mah gun in mah muthafuckin’ ride (what's up?)
We bussin’ heads, so you bitches betta hide
A'ight, a'ight
A'ight, a'ight
A'ight, a'ight
A'ight, a'ight
Written by: Alphonce Smith, Jonathan Lewis, Venetia Lewis
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