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Crank it up 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 Chorus 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 SongtexteI 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 Chorus 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 chorus (Thanks to Nard for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania