Crank Up Da Dunk lyrics

[Intro:]
Ay, mil, crank up da dunk!

[Hook: Money Mark]
n*gga crank up da dank
Turn up the funk
n*gga lift up the trunk
Pull out the chomp
n*gga roll up the funk
n*gga blow out this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
n*gga lift up the trunk
n*gga turn up the funk
n*gga pull up the blunt
n*gga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar

[Verse 1:]
Deep in seven duce-dos dogs
Going to the club, coolin' with the thugs
We gon rock, get high, hope to fly
When we in the 305, we get live (n*gga What!)
I'm looking for some ho to f*ck
I'm with my dawgs
And we looking for some hole to f*ck
That's right, gon cop something
We hit the studio with y'all something
Them n*ggas can hate
Before we clip the Glocks on em
So stop fronting, you know what we all about
We from the same, so you know what we all about
It's like who the hell
Get your money, get your hoes
We gon put it down for our city
You know how it is
n*gga we loose and we all about I's
Deep in the club, n*gga all of us stars
Get your beef, get your coke, get trees
Get your tokens, get your keys
[Hook]
n*gga crank up da dank
Turn up the funk
n*gga lift up the trunk
Pull out the chomp
n*gga roll up the funk
n*gga blow out this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
n*gga lift up the trunk
n*gga turn up the funk
n*gga pull up the blunt
n*gga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar

[Verse 2: Kase One]
My attitude must be the justice
f*ck you n*gga, I'm quick to clown
And we coming back from the {?} and sh*t
Hoe n*gga, Imma get you now
When I come through, we in a circle
I mean, whoever who in ya circle
Money I do wanna dirty slime
And these many times I got to alert
All your homeboys about to bezerk
And you're the reason n*gga shout Miami
Tours is taking a route for Miami
We keep the hoe n*ggas out of Miami
So b*tches 'bout Miami
[Bridge: Money Mark]
n*gga crank up da dunk

[Verse 3: Pitbull]
I say kindness is for weakness
These palm trees and blue skies
Is to keep you outta town, n*gga speechless
Cause the last thing we need is leeches
You leech ass n*ggas better stick to those beaches
I'm from the city where the sun's hot
f*ck sunblock, when them guns c*ck
Fingers inch, trigger click, guns pop
Oh and problem when them guns blaze
They'll burn your ass a little more than sideways

[Hook: Money Mark]
n*gga crank up da dank
Turn up the funk
n*gga lift up the trunk
Pull out the chomp
n*gga roll up the funk
n*gga blow out this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
n*gga lift up the trunk
n*gga turn up the funk
n*gga pull up the blunt
n*gga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar

[Verse 4: Money Mark]
Let's take it to the streets, where young n*ggas like me
Come through 7-3 lord draw in the breeze
With a pocket full of cheese, trying get me a beat
Pull up to the club on duces
Only way you get in the front b*tch, you best be elusive
No more truce, and all those hoes
Tryna get a n*gga dough with some rabbit ass hands
Do me favor, climb in the back of da dunk
Let me pump up da funk, and hit your chin with my jaw
Keep a tech in the trunk
Lay back b*tch, but the beat keep me crunk
Come to your spot, two Glocks in the pump
n*gga f*ck what you need
Imma give you what you want, how it gotta be
Me in the dub late night by the robbery (by the robbery)


[Hook: Money Mark]
n*gga crank up da dank
Turn up the funk
n*gga lift up the trunk
Pull out the chomp
n*gga roll up the funk
n*gga blow out this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
n*gga lift up the trunk
n*gga turn up the funk
n*gga pull up the blunt
n*gga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar