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Haley – Flava 2 Da Crunk lyrics
verse:: 1 Came::
from tha boogie down Straight,
to Agg-town Hat
drop it low That's,
how I choose to roll now Had,
to leave the mall 9,
o clock tha Parks close down No,
need to go home Cause,
my night ain't fully over now Wherever,
my car stops That's,
where we throw down Ain't,
now use in paying dem dollars To,
go clubbin now' It's
about time that, I represent now Here's,
how my flava Made,
it to tha durtty south chorus,
:: Baby::
this is how we Shake,
a lil but Get,
on the grind Playas,
pop ya collars Pimps,
cop a dime Bump,
this on a Saturday nite Deep,
in tha club Break,
em off dj Turn,
my shhh up Flava
to the crunk Bump,
this in ur ear From,
ur bass to ur speakers To,
ur trunk Baby,
this is how we verse...
:: 2 Pull::
up to the spot Jump,
out tha ride Soon,
as we arrive Gangst's,
tip and ride See,
that hustla's ova there They,
always's on tha grind Tryna,
make that buck Ain't,
no shame in tha grind We,
keep it gutty down here Gotta,
keep it real In,
tha club we drop it low Talk,
that mess we throw dem bows- That's
why I always hold it down Gotta,
do this for my town R&B,
and Hip Hop Comin',
straight for tha crown And,
befor I let yall go I,
just gotta let yall know that It's,
about time that I represent now Here's,
how my flava Made,
it to tha durtty south chorus,
:: rap::
:: Jamaica::
to New York Texas
to atl We,
droppin it Shakin,
it Give
you something for your heartburn Bringing,
you some more Some,
heat for ur front door Give,
you something hot Blow,
up ur spot Gonna,
turn up tha heat And,
make ur dance bones pop Jumpin,
Clubbin, Ain't,
no use in frontin' We
got what you want And,
you know it's a must man Spicy,
like mustard and ketchup on ur buns Like,
what I got in my bag full of hits Let,
me show you what I got Let,
me show you who I am I,
got tha ish to make ya dance Cause,
I got that flava for ur ear Got,
that crunk for ur funk Put,
that bass in ur system So,
music won't be bunk Ain't,
no slippin' in my pimpin Ain't,
no faults in my walk Gotta,
quiet on down Let,
that angelbaby talk chorus.
:: (2x) outro::
:: New::
York shake, it shake, it Bx,
shake it shake, it Texas,
shake it shake, it Durrty,
south shake it shake, it Everybody,
shake Go,
head n' shake somethin'
from tha boogie down Straight,
to Agg-town Hat
drop it low That's,
how I choose to roll now Had,
to leave the mall 9,
o clock tha Parks close down No,
need to go home Cause,
my night ain't fully over now Wherever,
my car stops That's,
where we throw down Ain't,
now use in paying dem dollars To,
go clubbin now' It's
about time that, I represent now Here's,
how my flava Made,
it to tha durtty south chorus,
:: Baby::
this is how we Shake,
a lil but Get,
on the grind Playas,
pop ya collars Pimps,
cop a dime Bump,
this on a Saturday nite Deep,
in tha club Break,
em off dj Turn,
my shhh up Flava
to the crunk Bump,
this in ur ear From,
ur bass to ur speakers To,
ur trunk Baby,
this is how we verse...
:: 2 Pull::
up to the spot Jump,
out tha ride Soon,
as we arrive Gangst's,
tip and ride See,
that hustla's ova there They,
always's on tha grind Tryna,
make that buck Ain't,
no shame in tha grind We,
keep it gutty down here Gotta,
keep it real In,
tha club we drop it low Talk,
that mess we throw dem bows- That's
why I always hold it down Gotta,
do this for my town R&B,
and Hip Hop Comin',
straight for tha crown And,
befor I let yall go I,
just gotta let yall know that It's,
about time that I represent now Here's,
how my flava Made,
it to tha durtty south chorus,
:: rap::
:: Jamaica::
to New York Texas
to atl We,
droppin it Shakin,
it Give
you something for your heartburn Bringing,
you some more Some,
heat for ur front door Give,
you something hot Blow,
up ur spot Gonna,
turn up tha heat And,
make ur dance bones pop Jumpin,
Clubbin, Ain't,
no use in frontin' We
got what you want And,
you know it's a must man Spicy,
like mustard and ketchup on ur buns Like,
what I got in my bag full of hits Let,
me show you what I got Let,
me show you who I am I,
got tha ish to make ya dance Cause,
I got that flava for ur ear Got,
that crunk for ur funk Put,
that bass in ur system So,
music won't be bunk Ain't,
no slippin' in my pimpin Ain't,
no faults in my walk Gotta,
quiet on down Let,
that angelbaby talk chorus.
:: (2x) outro::
:: New::
York shake, it shake, it Bx,
shake it shake, it Texas,
shake it shake, it Durrty,
south shake it shake, it Everybody,
shake Go,
head n' shake somethin'
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