The Color Changin' Click - If Ya Crunk lyrics

(Hook 4x: Yung Ro) (50/50 Twin) If you crunk (Put ya hands up) You got cash (Put some grands up) You got plex (n***a stand up) Huh? (b**h, and what?) (Rasaq) Mic, check testin', tested speakin' through the mic like firin' a wesson Never mind the violence I'm stressin' I'm k**in' the beat in a dying second Is it koopa?, try the second Time, nah it's ya hyness the second Twin, get the nine and eject it Never mind, they might get infected Rather spit a rhyme in a second Get ya goddamn mind corrected We shootin' slugs, n***az need hard hats to get they mind protected n***a, my mind is hectid Ro, rewind and edit Was listening, but I didn't get it So throw'd, when I just said it n***az is extra phony I dare you to test my homie Right hand missin' ya left is lonely when you lift it at testimony Talk bread, not bologna Hot head, got the chromie Waist is gaining so much weight my legs is gettin' bony My bread 'll never dis-own me My homies 'll never piss on me My head 'll never go slowly so them feds 'll never d-bo me, ya know me -G'Yeah, Uh, Rasaq on the block (50/50 Twin) It's 50 Diamond piece hang beyond my scrotum Aunt Jemimah mixed in my soda Trigger happy pistol that stay low that perfect the fast flow, this is for Hogan Will fast buck 60 or more man Top is gone, the car need rogaine Koopa, Rasaq, Twin and Ro' mayne Trickin' no cash, the waitress a hoe mayne Walkin' out, but not to the lot My helicopter land on the roof I'm hot If you think you hot, I make you think you not untuck my chain freeze the whole damn block Gotta jackin' plot, better hold them glocks I throw bombs like war in Iraq Ke-Ke my a** think I'm lying I'm not Matter fact move around dude shake the spot I know that dough, cuz I know that flow I don't mean to pulverize ya soul But I know that hoe, gotta slide me low Touch the paint and drown in the door Lemme find my flow I'm talkin' to fast, rewind me slow My Aqua-Swiss blindin' yo That's Jacob watch kinda old When I'm all alone, kickin' back on my rhymin' throne I'm not to be f**ed holmes G'Yeah! (Hook 4x: Yung Ro) (50/50 Twin) If you crunk (Put ya hands up) You got cash (Put some grands up) You got plex (n***a stand up) Huh? (b**h, and what?) (Yung Ro) Said it before, yall go on beef with us Cuz we the only n***az that's beatin' us New studio, now we leadin' up Gettin' high, white-rugs my feet is up My heat is tuck, my seats are buck I'm speedin' up, cuz they creepin' up Got police so them jackers mayne tell em' competition we eat em' up I beat em' up, ball weave and duck Stay on my game with a sleeper up Got bang that'll wake them people up And I swang tryna make my speakers bust In a range, better put that regal up You ain't keepin' up, you better move mayne I don't mean to be rude mayne but stay away from my mood-swang You claim you runnin' it what you think you run, we done with it On a whole 'nother level, mayne relax lay back have fun with it I'm one with it, in simple terms that means I'am the flow Rasaq, Lil' Twin, plus Cham' and Ro we gon' make it so you don't scan no more Slam the door, pop the trunk raise ya hand if you got some crunk Who wanna be first, just hop in front Gotta glock and a pump, and alot of skunk I drop a punk, but he ain't gotta be like that So chill relax and put ya hands up For I pull out make ya put ya hands up NOBODY!, and what? -G'Yeah