Crunk Ain't Dead - Duke Deuce, Lil Jon, Juicy J

Yeah, ha, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

Bitch I’m 'bout to kick the door

They been sleepin' on big foe

Nigga popped out for some Anna

So I robbed him for his camera

I’m a gangster mothafucka

And I’m standin' on that shit

We just stepped in with them tools

Let’s go hammer in this bitch

Yeah, trappin' from bag to bag

We can go mag for mag

These niggas false, they flag

How you goin' rag to rag?

Book bag got the big pump

Like high school, you can get jumped

Can’t play me like a weak punk, ayy

Bend it over, let me see somethin', ayy

Bitch, I’m a monster, dumpin' niggas like a Tonka

GD crazy like my uncle

This not a Honda

Hellcat loud like some thunder

Fuck 12, fuck you honor (Ugh)

All these lil' rappers think they tough

I swear to God, I don’t give two fucks

Our nuts hangin', we gang bangin'

We bet who first to fuck some up (What the fuck?)

Break the law

Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho

Break the law

Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, (Break the law), crunk ain’t dead, bitch

Break the law

Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead (Break the law), crunk ain’t dead, ho

Break the law

Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead (Break the law), crunk ain’t dead, bitch

Tennessee, get a key (Crunk ain’t dead)

GA, they don’t play (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho)

Out in Texas, shit get reckless (Crunk ain’t dead)

To California, place your order (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, bitch)

To the boot, them niggas shoot (Crunk ain’t dead)

Florida, free Yak, ho (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead)

Arkansas (Crunk ain’t dead)

Shout out to Freddie (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, bitch)

To the Carolinas (Crunk ain’t dead)

My nigga Vegas (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho)

Mississippi, keep it pimpin' (Crunk ain’t dead)

Alabama, bangin' hammers (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, bitch)

Illinois, Larry Hoover (Crunk ain’t dead)

Kentucky, they’ll do you (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, ho)

To Washington (Crunk ain’t dead)

To Missouri (Crunk ain’t dead, crunk ain’t dead, bitch)