UN PEU DE CRANK
UN PEU DE CRANK
UN PEU DE CRANK
UN PEU DE CRANK

"Yahhh!"
(feat. Arab)

Hey, Dem 30/30 Boyz, Soulja Boy and Arab
We got somthin new for y'all
When a motherfucka be in your face
Just on your nerves, talkin shit
And you just don't wanna hear it
Just be like "yahhh, bitch, yahhh!"

[chorus]

(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, bitch, Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!

(Are there any 30 boyz that...) Yah, Yah, Bitch, yah yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next...) yahhh, yahhh, Bitch!

Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

[Verse 1:]
Let me tell you about the life
And how you live when you is a star
Every single place you go
The people run up to your car
Everybody wants to talk, and everybody wants to jive
Everybody wants a handshake, or want a high five
And these ugly girls always got a friend
That wants to talk to you
(Bitch, Yahhh, Yahhh, Trick And your friend, Yahhh, Yahhh Too!)
Ain't got time for chitchat
I'm tryin to get this money
So get up out my face
You shit-breath dummy

[chorus]

(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, bitch, Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!

(Are there any 30 boyz that...) Yah, Yah, Bitch, yah yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next...) yahhh, yahhh, Bitch!

Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

Dawg, get out my face, Im startin to get mad
Walkin up
(Soulja Boy, Can I have your autograph?) Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Leave me alone, let me get some peace
I'm sittin at the house and a nigga can't sleep
Leave me alone ho, before I have to knock your ass out
(Hey Soulja Boy, when that new 30/30 boyz cd coming out?)
Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Bitch, Yahhh, Bitch!
Bitch, Yahhh, Ya, Yah, Ya, Yahh, Ya, Bitch

[chorus]

(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I get your autograph?) Yahhh, bitch, Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really like you, man) Yahhh, Bitch, Yahhh!

(Are there any 30 boyz that...) Yah, Yah, Bitch, yah yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I be on your next...) yahhh, yahhh, Bitch!

Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face, ho
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

Hey Soulja Boy, Wassup Man? Soulja Boyyy! Yeah, you like that?
We keep it crunk like that! Hey, man, you gonna let me get on this cd?
Man, come on, man, I got some bumpin stuff back at the-
Hey, Hey, Hey Araaab! Yeah You know I know that stuff "Watch My, Put It in da Chain"
Hey Soulja Boy, man, both of yall just listen, man, hey, man don't turn around
Hey, man, listen! Hey, look, I just got to tell you somethin
'Cause look, man, I know a nigga in Chica-
(Yahhh Bitch, Ya Yahh, Ya Yah Yah, Ya Yah)
Laughing
Yah Yahhhh, Bitch
Shut the fuck up, Bitch!
Yahhhh, goddamn, don't you get it?
Yah,Ah,
Ah Yahhh
Bitch, Ya Yahhh Bitch!

[Intro:]
Ayyee, this ya boy soulja boy shawty. I gotta new dance for yall,
You gotta do the poole palace, then take yo arm and pull the trigga finger
You know wat I'm sayin.

[snare drum roll]

[Chorus:]
Shoot!
Let me get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee
Nah Shootout
Let me get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Shoot!
Let me get em
Nah Shootout Ayye, Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee, Nah Shootout Ayyee

(Soulja Boy Tell Em)

[Verse 1:]
It's time to do my dance, pullin up my pants, posted on the dance flo in my pimpin stance
It aint the same thang do my dance is a stinga, you gotta rock smooth and pull ya trigga finga.
I'm wild on da dance flo, yea I got fans, I'm doin poole palace and dey lookin at my hands,
I'm bout to do my dance, but naww you can't stop that, I crank my dance up and then I let my glock cock back.

[CHORUS]

[Verse 2:]
I see em on the dance flo, don't know how to act, tryna crank my dance but that dance don't match.
Soulja Boy up on da scene you know it's firred up, Hold Up Wait A Minute Whind Me Up.
I'm gettin buck, and yeen know, cuz imma crank the shuffle and then do the mary-go.
I tell em stance on deck (YEP), dance on deck (YEP), fo all yall who hate, I got hands on deck

[CHORUS]

[Verse 3:]
After ya get real low then rock on ya toes, rock side to side and do yo dance on da flo.
Nah Shootout (shootout), Nah Shootout (shootout), Nah Shootout (shootout), Nah Shootout (shootout)
After ya get real low then rock on ya toes, rock side to side and do yo dance on da flo.
Nah Shootout (shootout), Nah Shootout (shootout), Nah Shootout (shootout), Nah Shootout (shootout)

[CHORUS]

[Leading Halfway to End at Fast Pace]
Shoot It, Shoot It, Shoot It, Shoot It,... Shoot It, Shoot It, Shoot It...

[Courus: x2]
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood.
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood.
I'm in the hood, I'm in the, I'm in the hood.
Just sayin' if u look'n 4 me...I'm in the hood.

[Verse 1: Brisco]
I'm posted on the corner, twisting that good
I got that all black dickie on, i'm keepin it hood.
What it is, I'm the Opa-locka goon
Got work in the trap, and the Chevy droppin soon.
See Cash Money rubberbands e'm, bands e'm
Since I got the deal, girls say'n he so handsome.
I'm a Dade County, Yorker Boy
I earn stripes, I got soldiers that'll flop you 4 it.
Now I'm bouncin with a hood rat
She think I love her, but I use her 4 her food stamps.
its the Ghetto, It's whateva, you cook it, I'll shoot it
And don't worry about them smokers, we keepin it movin(keepin it movin).
I know Cubans that knows O's
If I ask for it, they send it by the boat load.
Weezy Wee, I think it's a wrap
And If you need me, you know where to find me at.
I'm in the hood.

[Courus x2]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Uptown New Orleans, like always
Cash Money boy, shine like bald heads.
Big Bezel make my watch look like a hog head
And all I do is smoke trees, call me log head.
I'm butter on the bread like Parkay
And I am all about "mi" like "Do Re."
I'm in the hood, i'm the hood like Dope, Yay
Nappy ass hair like Buckwheat, Otay.
Hollygrove, Ether St. be my damn hood
Where you can get murdered for free like can goods.
I got 12 Barbaros under the lamb hood
I can bring a Kentucky Derby to the damn hood.
Sunshine diamonds help me tan good
And I'll let it blow like a band wood.
I call Briscoe, I'm on South Beach
30 mins. later, Opa-locka is where I'll be.

[Courus x2]

[Verse 3: Brisco]
Like Kroger cups, watered juice, pickled eggs, and pig feet
If you got beef, you know just where to find me.
I'm in the hood, or better yet, the projects
Where baby mama's trippin and them goons livin heartless.
3 rules, Get money, don't tell
and if that Welfare check come late, raise hell.
I'm a poor boy, I ain't got shit
And I hope they don't tell Baby, I'ma hit me a lick.
[Lil Wayne:]
Man, I'm so Hollygrove
Stand strong in that water like a Commodor.
Black holes in yo' white tee, Dominoes
Me and Briscoe, Cash Money carnivores.
I am New Orleans like carnivals
And in the hood, call me Weezy the honorable.
These other rappers so ironicle
And if I ain't in the mansion then I'm up in the Phantom or...

[Courus x4]

Thanks to jeudi_305 for these lyrics

Thanks to Gbaby for these lyrics

[Akon:]
Oh, oh

[Khaled:]
DJ Khaled!

[Akon:]
Konvict Music, yeah

[Khaled:]
We the best
We takin' over
Listennn!

[T.I.:]
Ay, ay
Started in Atlanta, then I spread out wit' it
South Carolina, Alabama, Mississippi
On to North Carolina, Phildelphia and Virginia
From down in Miami where it warm in the winter
On up to Minnesota where it storm in the winter
Jackson then Tallahassee, Memphis, Tenn. holla at me
Me in H-Town, Southside, Cloverland daddy
I'm the man out in Dallas, better ask Khaled
Kept me out in Cali with my eyes open barely
Blowin' and spinnin', goin' down Bennett
Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it
Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches
Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it
Anything you hear that I said, I meant it
King got the crown then sped off it wit' it
Say you need bricks, I said I get it

[Akon:]
If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work, to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you, unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time

[Rick Ross:]
Triple C, Black Flag
We rich, yeah

[Khaled:]
Listennn!

[Rick Ross:]
Boss, it's what I does
I get money everyday, everyday I does
That Benz, is how I ride
Black flag on the left, two hoes and ride
You better, move! Ak all day
Get shot up like Shyne, that's on my neck
I'm Big like Diddy
Damn it, I'm wit' it
Khaled we did it, Biggie of my city
Please no fitted, fuck it, I'm too pretty
The rappers can get brain, stupid, I'm silly
Money that come, runnin' like water
Mami so hot, damn it, she gorgeous
Miami on fire, you better be, cautious
Might get shot on the porch of your fortress
Now they see that you know I'm from Port City
I run in 'cause Rick Ross is boss shit

[Akon:]
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time

[Fat Joe:]
Cribs Mania
Khaled!
BX, TS nigga

[Khaled:]
Listennn!

[Fat Joe:]
Blat, when you see Crack, better duck
like the mac gotta ease past, nigga what
Shit, I don't give fuck, I run these streets
Y'all talk that shit, I want that beef
I'ma tell you like a g told me
They'll come back quick if a nigga O.D
Cash Rule Everything Around Me
I'm YSL, Versace
You could see me in that Porsche GT
Comin' down Sunset, sittin' on D's
Feelin' like 'Pac, All Eyez On Me
Fresh bandana and I'm blowin' mad trees
Nigga please, I spit crack every verse a ki
Some say Khaled, some say Colli
Twelve years down and I'm finally free, crack!

[Akon:]
If you want to, we can supply you
Got enough work, to feed the whole town
They won't shoot you, unless you try to
Come around and try to stomp on our ground
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time
Said we takin' over, one city at a time

[Khaled:]
Listennn!

[Birdman:]
Birdman daddy, I'm number one
Nigga came at me wrong so we got him done
Fuckin' with the fam', I'ma give him some
Spent that co'ner, he didn't run
Sunday had a whole church singin' a song
"Why'd they have to send my baby home?"
Fuckin' with some nigga, that paper long
Been a g in the game now my son on the throne

[Lil Wayne:]
I am the beast
Feed me rappers or feed me beats
I'm untamed, I need a leash
I'm insane, I need a shrink
I love brain, I need a leech
Why complain on easy streets?
I don't even talk, I let the Visa speak
and I like my sprite easter pink
And my wrist special par but the mule is cooler
I have more jewels than your jeweler
Touch and I will bust your medulla
That's a bullethole, it is not a tumor
Red light red light stop your rumors
I stay on track like a box of Pumas
Now just r-r-rock with Junior
I am the little big Kahuna, y'dig?

[Akon:]
'Cause we takin' over, one city at a time