Getting Crunk lyrics

[Hook: Project Pimp, Tommy Wright III]
n*gga what you know about that (South sh*t)x6
Pimpin´ what you know about that (South sh*t)x6
n*gga what you know about them (South Memphis n*ggas Getting Crunk up in this b*tch)x4

[Verse 1: Project Pimp]
Project Pimp off Preston, ballin with the Hill Click, hoe it’s on again
n*gga 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*gga click on a b*tch, shut cha mouth don’t you say sh*t
"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*ggas 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*gga 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*t, n*gga down to break a b*tch, Preston St. bound, where I live, where I dwell
Listen to my b*tches 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*ck bout no muthaf*ckin he-say, n*ggas from the Hill and the South b*tch we don’t play
P double L, what up fool, stay cool, never lose as I cruise through the hood bumpin “Mayday”

[Hook: Project Pimp, Tommy Wright III]
(South sh*t)x6
n*gga what you know about that (South sh*t)x6
Pimpin´ what you don´t know nothin´ about that (South Memphis n*ggas Getting Crunk up in this b*tch)x4
[Verse 2: Project Pimp]
Wanted by them folks, I gotta get away, them police been hot on my ass
Leavin you n*ggas in ditches, you b*tches be talkin that shiznit, I’m hidin in the grass
Murdering psychopath, come feel the f*ckin wrath, back-to-back hollow points leave yo ass dead
Kill a b*tch talkin sh*t, Hill is too f*ckin thick, duckin and dodgin to vamp from the feds
Junkie junt f*ckin 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*ggas 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*gga don’t tell no one that I been here cause I got them damn crooked cops chasing my ass
South Memphis in this b*tch for 1996, funky town, alcohol, rollin up bud
n*ggas wit triggers, drug dealers and killers, real n*ggas that vampin up in the damn club
C to the f*ckin A, Hollow Point in this b*tch, 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*gga don’t hesitate squeeze the damn trigga we unload in yo head
Rest of you n*ggas just give me 10 feet, if you come from South Memphis then throw up yo set

[Hook: Project Pimp, Tommy Wright III]
(South sh*t)x6
n*gga what you know about that (South sh*t)x6
Pimpin´ what you don´t know nothin´ about that (South Memphis n*ggas Getting Crunk up in this b*tch)x4

[Verse 3: Project Pimp]
b*tch 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*ggas down, makin em spit up blood
Thundering lightning, it’s raining outside, ballin through the f*ckin mud
Huffin´ and puffin´, a n*gga 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*ggas 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*gga that’s all about green
Late night n*ggas 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*gga 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*ggas 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
[Hook: Project Pimp, Tommy Wright III]
(South sh*t)x6
n*gga you don´t know nothin´ about that (South sh*t)x6
Pimpin´ you don´t know nothin´ about them (South Memphis n*ggas Getting Crunk up in this b*tch)x4

[Outro: Project Pimp, Tommy Wright III]
Yeah this Project Pimp with this motherf*cker
Kickin´ it with the motherf*cking Hill Villain click
Yeah what´s up PAA, [?], Hollow Point, [?], Big Boo
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