Song Lyrics

featuring Project Pat



{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}

who the crunkest in this motherfucker?

[folks on the right.]

who the crunkest in this motherfucker?

[people on the left.](x4)



{Juicy J}

you know the time is tickin short, now I'm reachin for the vault

grab them clothes that match the night, and them things they call they aunt

yes a nigga know I'm quiet, if you don't talk they think your soft

but I be quick to pull and blast and leave your body full of chalk

never talk cause when you talk these hoes be all up in your biz

bring the word up where you livin, all the shit a nigga did

hoe I ain't dentin a fuckin dinner roll, your bodies in the trunk

cause shit some keys over seas, may the flour mix with funk

I call the police 911 "Their's been a murder on my set."

and when they pull up on my set, we pop them things and then we jet

on the low is how I keep it, if you want your blood to spill,

run your mouth off in the street, and pull your gun to shoot to kill

if you real if you realer than a motherfuckin gang

on the block is where you hang, throw them motherfuckin thangs

nigga drivin up the K. slangin rocks or pushin weight

ghetto nigga from the south, ain't no law that we can't break



{Lord Infamous [DJ Paul]}

who the crunkest in this motherfucker?

[folks on the right.]

who the crunkest in this motherfucker?

[people on the left.](x4)

who the crunkest(x7) in this motherfucker?



{DJ Paul}

what you know about goin out, headin out, ridin out, down south

findin DJ Paul with the gold and diamonds in his mouth

ridin in the Rover with the boys and the broads in the cars behind me

could you tell me how'd you find me

Rolex hangin up out the window shiny as hell

I must have gave myself away with my diamond bezz-le{bling}

slang the Rover in the garage crankin up the Capris

time to check up on my tramps in the be -a-z(

Jeff Page, Joe Cooley, Jordan Houston, Pat Houston, Paul Beairegard, Rodney Oliver

The duration of Who the Crunkest is 5:12 minutes and seconds.