1. |
Planet Crunk
03:46
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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
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2. |
Juicin'
02:45
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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’
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3. |
Thumbs Up! Head Down!
03:35
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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
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4. |
Never Sell Out
03:22
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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
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5. |
Chicken Wings
03:24
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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
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6. |
Real Talk
03:41
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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
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7. |
Can't Care, Won't Care
03:12
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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
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8. |
RC/Sq
02:24
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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
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9. |
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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
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10. |
Can't Get No Mo
03:50
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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
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