Blast off Fuck this pony ass planet Violence and prejudice, I need an exodus Because I just can’t stand it I built a rocket ship Okay, I stole it Call me Captain Colaman I'm takin’ outer space over Squirt swervin’ in the pilot seat Twerkin’ out this galaxy Man, do you even know how to drive this thing? [Fuckin’ right, I'm the king of this flight] [I got the gas tank full] [So we can rock this rocket all night] Comin’ round the corner I see somethin’ on the water But I never knew that water Could exist in other bodies So I think that we done stumbled On a planet worth discoverin’ Cuz if it had got some water Life is on that motherfucker God damn, man, set this ship to land There’s beaches filled with creatures And we need to see this first hand Breakin’ out, takin’ over lands We gon see if they gon call out the cavalry Run and hide or shake hands I step out the ship, chuck a deuce Aliens lookin’ at me like they Didn’t know what to do They had no reaction No language, no fashion I looked at Squirt and said I think this life is unintelligent We gon have to show em what’s crackin’ So get to unpackin’ Cuz we about to make this shit happen Hey little aliens, if ya stick around We can teach ya funky creatures how to get down We got some Mighty Mississippi Mud Grab a cup and crank up the music And we gon show y’all how we do it Once they heard these hard beats Blastin’ out the speakers And sick rhymes bustin’ out their eardrums They became believers All the sudden, they start tappin’ they feet And shakin’ they shoulders The minute that Mud hit they veins, it was all over These bitches wildin’ out, nothing but smiles And now they walkin’ like us, talkin’ like us Askin’ what we all about They evolvin’ right before our eyes Into something serious Man, I love these motherfuckers I ain’t leavin’ this [Never goin’ home] [We on this new junt] [Plant a flag in the ground] [Call it Planet Crunk] [A civilization of our own creation] [RC & Squirt run this whole damn nation] Hey little aliens, if ya stick around We can teach ya funky creatures how to get down We got some Mighty Mississippi Mud Grab a cup and crank up the music And we gon show y’all how we do it Never goin’ home We on this new junt Plant a flag in the ground And we call it Planet Crunk It’s a whole new world That next level shit Now send for some girls So we can populate this bitch

First things first Let me quench my thirst Because it’s been a rough year But it could be worse I gotta coerce a few coins from your purse But I’ll reimburse ya When the crowd disperses like whoa I’m juicin’ You could catch me now Or find me later But I’ll be so juicy, I might need a translator Cuz I got my movers I got my shakers And we got love, fuck the haters Second things second I’m fixin’ to get wrecked and I don’t need nobody’s god damn blessin’ So check it at the door Cuz I reckon if the night goes as expected Everybody in this bitch Gonna get butt naked like whoa I’m juicin’ Third things third It’s a red alert My eyes gettin’ blurred While the juice gettin’ stirred I prefer it when my words been slurred So I hope ya heard Th-that the b-bird’s the word Take my money Hide my keys Cuz I drank so much juice, I can’t breathe It’ll be a hot minute And you’ll see I’m not with it, so uh… Somebody go on and finish that sentence Cuz I’m too busy playin’ like a Wurlitzer Too dizzy not to break your fuckin’ furniture So shitty I’m explainin’ time curvature Sorry Fourth things fourth My arm’s gettin’ sore After all this fuckin’ juice I poured Goin’ back and forth From my mouth to the floor Then I pour some more I mean shit, that’s what it’s there for Fifth things fifth Or was that sixth? I can’t even count How much juice I done sipped I’m ripped til I slip And equipped with that Steady blip blip Off that intravenous drip Motherfuckers can’t even stop me from juicin’ That shit takes me to the floor But still, man I’m comin’ like whoa I’m juicin’

8 digits on the flippy side 10 digits on the front Runnin’ deals on the gritty grind With that fresh new junt It look good when I do it See that black case shine Don’t ask if you could use it Nah, that shit’s mine That’s why I keep it in my pocket Don’t try and steal Can’t use it cuz I lock it Chea, go ahead and knock it The damn thing costs so much I had to put down a deposit Takin’ everything worldwide Got that internet twerkin’ I’ll do everything I wanna do Just as soon as I figure how to work it Thumbs up, head down Locked up in the zone Thumbs up, head down I got a new phone I ain’t tryin’ to hear those words That you sayin’, man Fuck the real world, just leave me alone Thumbs up, head down I got a new phone Everywhere I go It’s got me flyin’ round the world Throw some titties on it Wouldn’t never need a girl You people bitchin’ bout it Keep inchin’ at it Everybody comin’ at me And they grippin’ at it But I got that junt rigged up like Inspector Gadget Touch it one time You get popped with the fist-o-matic… blaow! Now thumbs gettin’ blisters and it Feels so good Yeah, you wish you had it Thumbs up, head down Locked up in the zone Thumbs up, head down I got a new phone I ain’t tryin’ to hear those words That you sayin’, man Fuck the real world, just leave me alone Thumbs up, head down I got a new phone Why don’t you leave me alone I probably got some shit to do Put it on hold Man, I gotta postpone Fuck the real world, I got a new phone My whole life stuck in limbo Everything around me, toss it out the window I’m actin’ like a bimbo [Man, for real though] Noddin’ my head Ain’t hearin’ what you said though Wait, hold up… Where’d all my friends go? Thumbs up, head down Locked up in the zone Thumbs up, head down I got a new phone I ain’t tryin’ to hear those words That you sayin’, man Fuck the real world, just leave me alone Thumbs up, head down I got a new phone

Real hip-hop We true to this music Straight from the heart Cuz that’ how we do it It ain’t about fame and fortune We do it for the game Like two true sportsman So take precaution if ya try to bargain Cuz we never sell out Oh wait… You comin’ with the fresh amount? Well god damn I better learn how to count Never sell out unless you give me money So give me money, give me money I’m a Memphis dude through and through But shit, I’ll rep Cali if you want me to Cuz everybody’s got a price I’ve never been there But I heard he weather’s nice DJ Squirt, you down with that? [Bet yo ass, my bag’s already packed] Well come on, man Let’s fly away I’ll say that I never liked Memphis anyway Hey, if that’s what it takes I won’t give a fuck after all this money I make [Hey RC, they say hip-hop’s over] That’s cool, I’m a multitalented poser You wanna suit me up In some tight ass jeans With a Bieber haircut And write songs about teenage angst I’ll sing that shit all the way to the bank Never sell out unless you give me money So give me money, give me money All you motherfuckers gonna sing my song Hear me on the radio all day long Stuck in your head til the break of dawn On and on and on and on and on Never sell out unless you give me money So give me money, give me money

Oh hell naw, you see that dude? [Yeah, that pony ass lookin’ like] [He don’t know what it do] He’s spittin’ game out the frame And she’s buyin’ it too [Man, he got that girl hot] [But he’s scared to make a move] Aww, he missed his shot I think the moment had passed [Ay boy, come over here so I can] [Smack yo ass] Ya coulda had that girl if You’d have done yo thing But now she’s on to the next one Cuz you couldn’t hang So congratulations, man You just earned yo chicken wings (The way you flap em looks so fantastic) God damn, you got chicken wings So lemme see them things C’mon you got chicken wings (The way you flap em looks so fantastic) (Man, you got me laughin’) At’cha chicken wings So lemme see them things Yo, there’s another girl stuntin’ With the sex appeal [You better holla at a shorty] [Like you know the deal] And I don’t wanna see ya back In my line of sight Cuz you ain’t chicken enough To make the same mistake twice Go on and grab that girl Take her home that night Come to find out that shit was Love at first sight Not before long, you knew Somethin’ wasn’t right But you didn’t move along Cuz you scared to fight So what’s a chicken to do? Hang around, even though You’re with a girl you don’t like Now you got the kid You got the wife You stuck with that bitch For the rest of your life And that’s chicken wings (The way you flap em looks so fantastic) God damn, you got chicken wings So lemme see them things C’mon you got chicken wings (The way you flap em looks so fantastic) (Man, you got me laughin’) At’cha chicken wings So lemme see them things Boy, you got chicken wings Now everybody gotcha jumpin’ Through they hoops So yo chicken ass went ahead and Flew that coup But your girl ain’t stupid She started to snoop Caught yo ass shackin’ up with a floosie Then she gave ya the boot, said Chicken fly south! You wouldn’t leave til she put a gun in yo mouth Runnin’ scared, so ya got the fuck out 40 years old, stayin’ at’cha momma’s house With ya chicken wings (The way you flap em looks so fantastic) God damn, you got chicken wings So lemme see them things C’mon you got chicken wings (The way you flap em looks so fantastic) (Man, you got me laughin’) At’cha chicken wings So lemme see them things Boy, you got chicken wings So lemme see them things Yo, congratulations, man Congratulations, man Congratulations, man You just earned yo chicken wings

I throw that real talk up in here So shut yo mouth, bitch I’m tired of spinnin’ round like The horses on a carousel It’s time to grow up Shit’s getitn’ tedious Bow up cuz this just got serious Yeah, I’m certain now You need to shut yo fuckin’ mouth and Take that pony ass shit back to Germantown Aw, ya feelings are hurtin’ now? Watch me laugh while your whole World is burnin’ down I ain’t playin with ya What ya sayin? Getcha lies out my face And your eardrums straight, bitch Ya need to listen what ya spittin’ Cuz ya sound stupid You say the sky ain’t blue That’s the ground, stupid So now what? You’re used to everybody smilin’ While you run your mouth but I ain’t holdin’ back so bite your tongue around me [I smell some bullshit] It’s time to do some housecleanin’ I throw that real talk up in here so shut yo mouth I throw that real talk up in here so shut yo mouth I throw that real talk up in here so shut yo mouth I keep it real, that’s the deal What you know about it now? I throw that real talk up in here so shut yo mouth I throw that real talk up in here so shut yo mouth I throw that real talk up in here so shut yo mouth I keep it real, you’re all jealous Of the Memphis ass dirty south This is not yo home So lock yo door, bitch This is not yo home So I’m gon throw that real talk if ya didn’t know Comin’ around to get buck You could get tossed out on the street What’s that, bitch? What’d you try to say about me? … Yeah, that’s what I thought Flap your lips, then You got called out and took off Bye! See ya next time Maybe all this real talk gotcha ass cryin’ But it’s not my fault And I’m not sorry Squirt, back me up, man This bitch retarded [Pony ass bitch] My words flyin’ like spitballs Watch out when they hit y’all You get pain like a hurricane Grab the novocain See what happens when ya fuck with the Colaman? I throw that real talk up in here so shut yo mouth I throw that real talk up in here so shut yo mouth I throw that real talk up in here so shut yo mouth I keep it real, that’s the deal What you know about it now? I throw that real talk up in here so shut yo mouth I throw that real talk up in here so shut yo mouth I throw that real talk up in here so shut yo mouth I keep it real, you’re all jealous Of the Memphis ass dirty south This is not yo home So lock yo door, bitch This is not yo home So I’m gon throw that real talk if ya didn’t know

I get drunk, I get high I get wicked with the cherry pie And I tell the truth and I lie Sometimes I never come back when I say goodbye All I can do is keep glidin’ Abide in the 1-1-9, I get by Cuz life ain’t nothin’ if ya don’t take time That’s why I roll with a lazy eye One hand on the mic Singin’ can’t care, won’t care And that’s alright Cuz I’m prolly gon slip and I’m prolly gon slide I’m prolly gon live my life, then I’m prolly gon die I’m that guy getting’ greasy on the late night Still fucked up when I see the daylight What time I gotta be at work… 8, right? Guess I ain’t goin’ home tonight I’m that guy who be trippin’ when you fall Cuz I got my own problems, I ain’t messin’ with y’all’s I’m that guy goin’ balls to the wall While I’m breakin’ the law, cuz fuck y’all Rockin’ out, kickin’ on that two step Ain’t gon throw no deuce til I got no juice left And I never regret one moment Cuz ya can’t regret nothing in your world when you own it And that’s what it is I ain’t gon hustle for a life that I don’t wanna live You know the deal So keep partyin’ hard with one hand on the wheel and One hand on the mic Singin’ can’t care, won’t care And that’s alright Cuz I’m prolly gon slip and I’m prolly gon slide I’m prolly gon live my life, then I’m prolly gon die Get to school Get to work Get the girl And get there first Make babies Buy a house Man, what the fuck are y’all talkin’ about? All I do is keep glidin’ Abide in the 1-1-9, I get by Cuz life ain’t nothin’ if ya don’t take time So get yours and be damn sure I’m gonna get mine with One hand on the mic Singin’ can’t care, won’t care And that’s alright Cuz I’m prolly gon slip and I’m prolly gon slide I’m prolly gon live my life, then I’m prolly gon die

We keep it gritty down in Memphis, TN Rollin’ kinfolk deep My boys gettin’ rowdy My girls gettin’ freaky And it’s only poppin’ in the 1-1-9 So you know you can’t stop it RC da Colaman & DJ Squirt We a 5 star meal rockin’ jeans and a t-shirt So holla if ya hear us, buddy That’s Squirt McGirt And your boy, RC Money We some rat assholes here to have a good time If ya don’t like it, get the fuck out… bye We won’t miss ya cuz we pack it in thick And if somethin’ goin’ on We ain’t backin’ off shit Smoke it til we can’t get higher Drink it til you all go to bed So I hope you’re not tired But if you got a problem yo, I’ll solve it Check out the hook while I pass out on your carpet Beale Street after midnight Party til dawn if you got the invite And we gonna get right Yeah, we gonna get right

I been known to keep a quick buck Never find me in a tight spot Though I might not stick to cheddar like a crockpot Can’t make it rain, but I hold change I ain’t wearin’ gold chains I wear brands with no names So hey, if I hit a rough day, I got pure paper What’s yo status symbol gonna pay for? Ain’t be wantin’ what’ll make me hafta borrow Ain’t need nothin’ that I can’t get tomorrow Benjameaslies come easy to me See, you could ask Squirt how many times I’ve bailed him out of a sticky sitchuweezy I ain’t preachin’ or Tryin’ to tell ya how to cook your money But when I come with the cash You can bet that’s good for somethin’ Fumblin’ tumblin’ over the number That come in the bill in your mail Stunna, you shouldn’t have bought the hammer When you can’t afford the nail Gs stackin’ gang signs while I’m stackin’ these Gs Chump please, I got everything a punk needs Easy money, cash on the spot Cash all up in my ass I’m fast to take notice When vast mistakes go to Surpass my bank load and My gas t-tank lowers And blasts me straight over I dash to break open my security cushion Yeah, I got one of those Wait, update, no I don’t I’m just another motherfucker lookin’ Broke as a Carlos Mencia joke Borrowed and free I hope my mom’s got a check She can write for me, [she don’t] Looks like I’ll be on my own There’s no food or clothes then To keep me warm in Guess I’m homeless Hard times always get the best of ya Cuz I was savin’ while you spendin’ Now I got less than the rest of ya But I’ll be good and I know the dough will go my way Cuz it’s still easy money like every day On the streets of Memphis, I stay on my share game So excuse me, sweetie… you got any spare change? Easy money, cash on the spot

Keep tryin to get my lovin’ Got nothin’ cuz ya can’t get no mo I met her in the town square Everything was cool Back before our shit went downhill She like a square hole, round peg The way she didn’t ever care was astoundin’ See that’s a trait that I love When a girl can just shrug like She don’t give a fuck She let herself be who she be She shakin’ all the haters free like Take it or leave it That’s so sexy But little did I know That shit could flip around, turn back and Pop me in my nose cuz Anywhere we go Bitch would get unwound, yap-yappin’ Like she every other ho, so I tell her I ain’t tryin to hear all that I had to keep her in check Well I shouldn’t have did that cuz She dropped me like hot potatoes No call, no text Only thing she had to say was Keep tryin to get my lovin’ Got nothin’ cuz ya can’t get no mo Well I guess that’s what I get for Jockin’ girls who don’t give a fuck Cuz when it’s time to kiss and make up Guess what… she don’t give a fuck Bitch had a bite to her She was actin’ so vicious Though she didn’t have a right to I dust it off, try and see what I can do and Damn, that girl already found herself a new man So it’s like that, huh? Aww shit Guess I better move on jack Well uh, wasn’t bout a week later I heard they got into a tussle In the middle of a theater Ain’t no joke that The bitch got choked, but I guess Sinister strokes attract similar folks, y’know Then dude was tryin’ to backtrack He was beggin’ and pleadin’ While she was givin’ him the silent treatment Car door, slam Front door, bam God damn And you know what she told that man Keep tryin to get my lovin’ Got nothin’ cuz ya can’t get no mo Well I bet you can guess what happened next That pony ass bitch Had the nerve to come crawlin’ back She said she was wrong, said she was sorry Said she’d stay forever if I accept her apology But I had to leave her Cuz RC da Colaman don’t give a fuck neither Then she asked who I’m screwin’ this time I ain’t got a new girl, just a new state of mind I moved on, hussy Now yo ass got to go I know that lil pussy’s Gettin’ lonely on its own, so Ya want some of this dick? Well too bad, bitch, step off it Cuz ya can’t get no mo Keep tryin to get my lovin’ Got nothin’ cuz ya can’t get no mo