(feat. H.A.W.K)



[Doobie Smooth says "Get Crunk" in the background of the Hook]



[Hook: x2]

I'ma make my trunk pop,

I got 15's beatin down ya block

I'm smokin on killa green

blowin on green if you know what I mean



[Verse 1: Doobie Smooth]

who wanna Get Crunk,who wanna get high

who wanna drop 5 on the chocalate thai

hop in my ride tell me what you wanna spend

we can score a whole ounce and start off with 

a ten,you can't forget the pineapple juice 

and the jin back door that with the mothafuckin

hen,white cup purple drank and its filled to the brim

rollin with the H.A.W.K blowin twiny twin twin

lookin for a lil friend I can bang on the downlow

I wanna put my dick in ya mouth ya'll know 

we blow up,roll up lean for real bout to hit the highway

in a clean Seville,I did a sweet in the bar

so its slow to burn I really ain't concerned

who or ya'll (??) I'ma make ya head turn everytime

I flip,keep a bald fat sweet 

and some drank I sip now Get Crunk



[Hook x2]



[Verse 2: H.A.W.K]

Get Crunk,Get Crunk with the H.A.W.K

smoke a blunt pop trunk when you leave your

driveway,undela undela time to hit the highway

sippin syrup in Alexandria and listenin to (??)

by the way in my time of lyrical 

blowed in Louisiana and my ice will freeze ya

I love to please ya if you a yella bone

we can smoke a whole zone get high and get gone

I'm ridin on Chrome

keepin on totin,keep my eyes open steadily

drinkin and smokin killa weed got me chokin

it must be hyrdo

regular weed I dont blow now thats a no no

in my six tahoe wide body hard top

twenty inches chop chop

and my paint flip flop

Doobie Smooth in the drop and we hoppin the scene

if you real Get Crunk,If you know what I mean,Get Crunk



[Hook x2]



[Verse 3: Doobie Smooth]

who wanna Get Crunk,who wanna get loaded 

got purple pills and I'm bout to over dose e'm

side to side motion cloud nine floatin

fifteen dollars now moesha got me open

I be on the alchohol or pill

blingin the green Screens be fallin

cell phone callin

Southside ballin my shit never stailin

its screwed up click and Suicide records

now we all up in yo grill blowin big kill Louisiana,

Texas whats the damn deal a mac in my hand

drank in my cup R.I.P P-A-T and my cousin Peanut

and all my real souljas the game aint over

tryna come through in the candy range rover

I'm just keep smokin I'ma just keep blingin until

the whole mothafuckin world get there lean in



[Hook x2]



If you wanna Get Crunk with me 

come ride with me 

I'll po' up the lean you roll 

the green Get Crunk with me

So lets Get,lets Get,Crunk [x2]