Take an old song one from the shelf, its mine, iI have it all to myself Straight to the chorus, don't bore us. Why should I when Sting can think for us.
Little voices, they talk to me, help me to write this song They told me, your lazy, you got no real place of your own Hey don't worry, they're coming to take you away,
Ay, Crunk Incorporated. We ain't taking nuttin this year, We comin straight for ya. Talkin bout gettin crunk nigga. Fuck that shit you talkin nigga. When I see yo ass nigga, this how shit gon pop off. This how shit gon go down from here on out nigga. So we gotta tell yall niggas to wake the fuck up. Cyco Black let em know....