Tommy Wright III - Getting Crunk lyrics

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Tommy Wright III - Getting Crunk lyrics

Project Pimp off Preston, ballin with the Hill Click, ho it's on again n***a with the smoked out Chevy thang, grill to the grill, still holl'n out Ten Wanted Men What's up with these dirty hoes, watch a n***a click on a b**h, shut cha mouth don't you say sh** "Homicidal Ride" in the deck, gettin buck, out of luck, betta duck, split ya wig for da ‘96 Clickin with the mask on my face, Riverside, South Park, let's unite, throw yo ana in a bag South Memphis n***as in this junt, throw ya sets in the air, I don't care bout no different color rag Beale Street bound late night on a Saturday, hit the junt full of funk, South Memphis thug Jumpin out the car on the Paul, sloppy drunk, got me crunk, but them folks got a n***a on the run Head to the park, showcase, I'ma scope, 44 in my lap as I'm bouncing through the crowd Four 6 by 9's, 18's in the trunk too, amp Pioneers so my system bumpin loud South Memphis, south sh**, n***a down to break a b**h, Preston St. bound, where I live, where I dwell Listen to my b**hes hum in the background when I clown to the sound with a ticket straight to hell Living like a convict, tell a dirty ho that I'm broke when I'm vampin from the scene, then I'm straight Ballin to the Southgate lot, plus the chevy with the Ox, yeah they bop, Project Pimp gotta take I don't give a f** bout no muthaf**in he-say, n***as from the Hill and the South b**h we don't play P double L, what up fool, stay cool, never lose as I cruise through the hood bumpin “Mayday” Wanted by them folks, I gotta get away, them police been hot on my a** Leavin you n***as in ditches, you b**hes be talkin that shiznit, I'm hidin in the gra** Murdering psychopath, come feel the f**in wrath, back-to-back hollow points leave yo a** dead k** a b**h talkin sh**, Hill is too f**in thick, duckin and dodgin to vamp from the feds Junkie junt f**in bound, squat and dot through the woods, Project Pimp hobbies are boom and go stang Never “rest haven” no ho, if she go then them Hill villain n***as go run a damn train '96 will I live, Crooked Chris packin steel, if I can't reach da yalk then he gon blast n***a don't tell no one that I been here cause I got them damn crooked cops chasing my a** South Memphis in this b**h for 1996, funky town, alcohol, rollin up bud n***as wit triggers, drug dealers and k**ers, real n***as that vampin up in the damn club C to the f**in A, Hollow Point in this b**h, Gangsta D, Tonio, Danny and Earl J.E. the pretty boy, B.B. the ladies toy, Big Pooh up in the ho vampin to Turrell Project Pimp, psycho thug, ready to cut a rug, fifth of Paul in my hand, ready to clown Drunk as a skunk with the pump in da trunk as we ball in that Chevy thang, South Memphis bound Critical pitiful n***a don't hesitate squeeze the damn trigga we unload in yo head Rest of you n***as just give me 10 feet, if you come from South Memphis then throw up yo set b**h my name is Project Pimp, the Project Pimp is who I am Strapped like jap on the track wit the gat, cause Project Pimp don't give a damn 4 to the 4 be barkin, knockin these n***as down, makin em spit up blood Thundering lightning it's raining outside, ballin through the f**in mud Huffin and puffin, a n***a be stuffin the yalk in my nuts as I'm gettin on them dogs Sneakin and creepin my way through da bushes, glow from the flashlight is makin me crawl n***as be thinkin that I cannot get away from these damn folks but I gotta escape Runnin and gunnin, gettin chased through the weeds, floatin and strokin my way through the lake Ain't no love, South Memphis thug, Hill villain n***a that's all about green Late night n***a I'm back yard bound, strugglin, hustlin, tryin to come clean Mister mister mouth on my pistol, now he can't talk cause his mouth full of steel n***a wouldn't give me his money, it's funny, I swung like Mike Tyson and knocked out his grill Smile and a grin on my face as I'm vampin the scene wit a bag full of money, it's on Ballin and peeling my way through the field, grip on the 44, pistol grip chrome Leaving a mystery, n***as don't notice me, hollow tip hollow point make you regret Rest of you bustas just give me 10 feet cause I'm Project Pimp ho and I'm strapped with that tec