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 aint 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 aint 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 aint shit couldnt 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 

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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 aint 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 aint 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 aint lyin dat nigga on 

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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 aint 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 aint shootin no curves no slurs straight pumps 

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