Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Get It Crunk’ by 8Ball. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 8Ball or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like
Well, I’m flippin’ and grippin’ my wood grain steering wheel
I made a mill at eighteen, nigga how it feel
It feel good to cash checks every other day, yes
If you ain’t talkin’ bout money, go the other way
Miss me with that bullshit dawg, I’m on the grind
You disrespect me while I’m on stage, it’s goin’ down
Bottles, chairs, whatever I get my hands on
You can bet your bottom dollar they get some
If you think you strong enough to take a shot, jump
I bet you changin’ your mind when you lookin’ now, jump
These niggas like to talk shit, then apologize, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
You put my name in a verse then I gotta ride
We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like, jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like
We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like
Look I’m a pimp
Mine is the 3 piece suit
My grill the same color as my GT Coupe
Gators snappin’ on my feet like they fresh out the jungle
There’s a nine in my vest, but it’s a tec’ in my Hummer
I know I make y’all niggas wonder how I’m gettin’ that cash
?Cause when we gotta drop, I ain’t spendin’ my last
The prices jump
If you out of town and you need a bird jump
I could ban him and blow his brains on the fuckin’ curve jump
You don’t want beef wit my squad nigga jump
Come out the club off note, you gettin’ rob nigga, so jump
Stupid if you wanted dawg
These hollow tips
Gon’ put you in a coma dawg
You dig?
We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like
We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like
Hey, niggas claim they got guns but they ain’t shot nobody
Or you a stick up kid why you ain’t got nobody? Stop lyin?
Niggas at the bar buyin’ shit they can’t afford
You think he ballin’ until you see his Honda Accord
And tell valet not to scratch my wheel
Or he gon’ leave here wit a busted lip
Me and Crime Boss rollin’ in my Coupe Deville
I ain’t tryin’ leave you in but I shoot to kill
Hey, I’m like Jeezy, I trap or die
And I don’t pop, pop, I rather fire
I’m a thug and you know it, you damn right I show it
Twenty two’s on my lotus just in case you haven’t noticed
We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like
We came here to get it crunk like jump
In the club with our middle fingers up like jump
Now, we gonna make ?em stomp like jump
Niggas get out of line we hit ?em up like
Hey I bet he won’t jump
Keep talkin’ all that shit but I bet he won’t jump
Keep talkin’ all that shit but I bet he won’t jump
She talkin’ all that shit but I bet she won’t jump
She actin’ like a bitch ?cause I know she won’t jump
Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump
Oh, oh, oh, you better not jump
Oh, oh, oh, y’all better not jump
Oh, oh, you f*ck around and get jump
Ha, ha, Whoo, shout to my nigga Zab Judah
Floyd Mayweather, Roy Jones, Winky Wright know what I’m sayin’?
What up to my nigga Bernard Hopkins? Yeah, holla at yo boy