Crank it Up - Webbie

Young savage i gotta give it to em

Come on

Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up

Say hello to tha nigga dat came from nuttin

Now i got boo koo whips boo koo chips boo koo clips im thuggin

Everywhere i go i get hoes my girl be buggin

And i fuck wit nuttin but killas nigga i ain’t bluffin

The block hot like dat got damn oven my team got weight we steaks yall chicken

McNuggets

Death right around tha corna comin for me it ain’t nuttin.

im out chea wit a

machine somethin dats green somethin

But i be clean as a whistle dou come on playa get ya hoe she tryin to kiss me

like we standin unda the missletoe

Bogaurdin dat pussywhole.

man we had dat same bitch at da six suckin dick doin

tootsie roll

Mane yall lil bitches ain’t shit couldn’t make 10 Gs if one of deez niggas gave

yall a brick

Yall fakin yall shit, imitatin my hits, im takin ova what a nigga got to say

about da shit

Stop playin man i hope you lil niggas ready i heard da streets out hea yellin

for webbie im tellin you nigga stop playin

Yall nigga betta get on ya shit or get you some bricks or get you a hit get

serious cuz im sayin the savage work to hard for dis imma get to da top of

Tha list regaurdless pussy bitch hold up

Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up nigga

Crank it up, crank it up, crank it up

I’ll leave one of yall lil rap niggas stankin before this rap i was hangin

What da fuck yall lil rap niggas thankin

While you was gettin ya grades up

I was gettin my change up a gangsta armed and dangerous

Dey tellin me commercial my flow but Bun B said no

Keep it gutta lil nigga dont change it up

Yall pussy niggas hang it up hollin trill yall ain’t us

Boo gave me a light and a mike told me crank it up

Partna i got ya you just chill and watch me take over dat streets and have dees

niggas freaks jockin

We been distributers so lets distrubt hits and profits

Im all real so ain’t no way in hell dey can stop us

Leave my niggas da blocks and get dis legal money poppin

And ride and smoke doja dat potion da top droppin

Da heat unda the seat rims spinnin all chrome

TVs fliippin Cell phone and i ain’t lyin dat nigga on

Im in da streets like dem yellow lines or a new SUV, Im in da hood all da time

like a burned CD

SOME g NIKEs or some Jays or some fresh ass rees

Hard, soft, pills, weed, rain, snow, hail, sleet

And i ain’t goin home until everythang gone it dont neva take long

I keep orders on my phone

Wit a sick click wit me wit a big clip wit me

Wit dat good white pretty big zip 650

Im da eat on da streets a beast on da beats

Da puzzle to the peice dey need to make dis industry complete

Ill run it so neat, so fresh, so clean

I can go on any street no vest wearin bling

Im trill young savage i do my thing straight no king no prince no queen

And imma leave it right dea

Wish a nigga get crunk

I ain’t shootin no curves no slurs straight pumps