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• Titre : Brokencyde - Get Crunk
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

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Title: Brokencyde - Get Crunk lyrics

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Lets Go!
Chorus[If yous down motha fucka then throw your hands up
Get loose in the club were gonna tear the party up
Get Crunk! Get Crunk! x4] x2

Ahh!

Get Crunk! Get Crunk!
Act a fool up in the club gonna you goin get fucked up
Throw your fist up! What! x4

Right now!
Get fucked! Get fucked!
Start a fight up in the club represent where you're from
put your clicks up! What! x4

[Everybody's in the club right now!
With the Cristal bottles up right like ohhh!
Get crunk in the party right now
Lets break the rules yeah] x2

[chorus]

If you ain't a down motha fucka then go back home
Get crunk up in the club
Poppin bottles of patron
Get drunk! x6
Sippin bottles of patron
Get loose get laid fuckin bitches' everyday bc13 and you know where here to stay
These hoes x2 are always blowing up my phone
When I walk up in the club they goin now I'm in the zone

[Everybody's in the club right now!
With the Cristal bottles up right like ohhh!
Get crunk in the party right now
Let's break the rules yeah] x2

[chorus]


Yeah!!
All you motha fuckin brizzles to get off the flizzle and to start fuckin dizzles
Fishizzle my nizzle got these fuckin brizzles all up in my mizzle like a fuckin grizzle
Get off my grizzle girl
You got all these fuckin hoes all up in my face
Shut the fuck up with that shit
Lets put your motha fuckin crowns up
Fishizzle like this

put your motha fuckin crowns up! What!
Put your crowns up x6 what! x6
Now put your motha fuckin crowns up! What!
Put your crowns up! What! x6
Put your mother crowns up!

[chorus]


Get your drunk on

Get your drunk on girl!

Get your drunk on!

Go get your drunk on girl!

Get your drunk on!

Get your drunk on!

Get crunk now!

Now get your crunk on!

Go get your crunk on girl!

Get your crunk on!

Go get your crunk on girl!

Go! Get crunk now!

Get! Your! Crunk! On!

With your crunk juice

Get! Your! Crunk! On!

With your motha fuckin crunk juice

Get your crunk on let's go!

Get your crunk on let's go!

Get your crunk on let's go!

Get your crunk on!

AND PASS THE MOTHA FUCKEN CRUNK JUICE

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• Titre : Brokencyde - Bree Bree
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

Chorus:
Don't cut, don't cut this pig. Don't cut, don't cut this pig. BREE BREE! BREE BREE! Don't cut, don't cut this pig. (x2)

Verse:
And we hit up the club. and you know we getting love. When we riding on some dubs, Ta ta totally dude! TA TA TOTALLY DUDE! TA TA TOTALLY DUDE! TA TA TOTALLY DUDE! TA TA TOTALLY DUDE! We're sitting on the brink. Having too many drink. And you know we getting crunk, when we up in the club. WHEN WE UP IN THE CLUB! WHEN WE UP IN THE CLUB! GETTING FREAKY WITH SLUTS! WHEN WE UP IN THE CLUB! Then I lean to the back. When you're floating out your rack. And then as you pass, let me see you make it clap. JUST MAKE IT CLAP FOR ME GIRL! JUST MAKE IT CLAP FOR ME GIRL! JUST MAKE IT CLAP!!!

Chorus:
Don't cut, don't cut this pig. Don't cut, don't cut this pig. BREE BREE! BREE BREE! Don't cut, don't cut this pig. (x2)

Verse:
In the VIP, see you staring right at me. Then I ask you what you need, and you say. BREE BREE! AND YOU SAY BREE BREE! AND YOU SAY BREE BREE! AND YOU SAY BREE BREE! AND YOU SAY BREE BREE! And you know I'm impressive. With ice up on my neck. It's the only way the broken knows how to roll. I'M BIG PIMPIN, YOU KNOW I'M BIG PIMPIN! I'M BIG PIMPIN, YOU KNOW I'M BIG PIMPIN! Hot girls are dancing. Lets get this party cracking. I want to make this happen, I need a hot girl. I NEED A HOT GIRL! I NEED A HOT BOY! I NEED A HOT GIRL! I NEED A PROJECT CHICK!!!

Chorus:
Don't cut, don't cut this pig. Don't cut, don't cut this pig. BREE BREE! BREE BREE! Don't cut, don't cut this pig. (x2)

Bridge:
WHY DON'T YOU SHAKE THAT ASS! SHAKE THAT ASS GIRL! SHAKE THAT ASS! SHAKE THAT ASS GIRL! SHAKE THAT ASS! SHAKE THAT ASS! SHAKE THAT ASS! (x2)

Chorus:
Don't cut, don't cut this pig. Don't cut, don't cut this pig. BREE BREE! BREE BREE! Don't cut, don't cut this pig. (x4)

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• Titre : Brokencyde - schizophrenia
• Année : 2007

Paroles :

Chorus:
ONE! TWO! Were coming for you. THREE! FOUR! Lock your door. FIVE! SIX! Suck on my dick. BROKENCYDE WILL NEVER DIE! (x2)

Verse 1:
Now I can feel the needle break, up inside of my veins. They try to tell me Im insane, but they made me that way. So come and take me away, from this monster that you've made of me. I feel like dying, erasing all of these memories

Bridge:
Im trapped inside this cage tonight! You torture my brain with blades and knifes! I need you to try to save my life! BEFORE I GO INSANE! (x2)

Chorus:
ONE! TWO! Were coming for you. THREE! FOUR! Lock your door. FIVE! SIX! Suck on my dick. BROKENCYDE WILL NEVER DIE! (x2)

Verse 2:
In 7 days my schizophrenia breaks my brain cavity waves, distorted, decayed! These faces of insane originated this pain, and invented these demented ways to break me! Intoxicated, Im faded inside my dreams. Motivated on defeating these haters in everything. Its the only thing that keeps me alive. It keeps me away from all of your mother fucking lies!!!

Bridge:
Im trapped inside this cage tonight! You torture my brain with blades and knifes! I need you to try to save my life! BEFORE I GO INSANE! (x2)

Chorus:
ONE! TWO! Were coming for you. THREE! FOUR! Lock your door. FIVE! SIX! Suck on my dick. BROKENCYDE WILL NEVER DIE! (x2)

Verse 3:
I feel my nails rip my flesh; I feel Ive gone insane. I never wanted to hurt you, but you made me this way. So now I know Im crazy, I feel theres no more pain. These voices call out to me, theyre screaming out my name.

Chorus:
ONE! TWO! Were coming for you. THREE! FOUR! Lock your door. FIVE! SIX! Suck on my dick. BROKENCYDE WILL NEVER DIE! (x4)

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• Titre : brokencyde - low
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

[Chorus:]
Shawty had them Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 1:]
I ain't never seen nuthin that'll make me go,
This crazy all night spendin my dough
Had a million dollar vibe and a bottle to go
Dem birthday cakes, they stole the show
So sexual, she was flexible
Professional, drinkin X and ooo
Hold up wait a minute, do I see what I think I
Whoa
Did I think I seen shorty get low
Ain't the same when it's up that close
Make it rain, I'm makin it snow
Work the pole, I got the bank roll
Imma say that I prefer them no clothes
I'm into that, I love women exposed
She threw it back at me, I gave her more
Cash ain't a problem, I know where it goes

She had them

[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack
[Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 2:]
Hey
Shawty what I gotta do to get you home
My jeans full of gwap
And they ready for Shones
Cadillacs Maybachs for the sexy grown
Patrone on the rocks that'll make you moan

One stack (come on)
Two stacks (come on)
Three stacks (come on, now that's three grand)
What you think I'm playin baby girl
I'm the man, I'll bend the rubber bands

That's what I told her, her legs on my shoulder
I knew it was ova, that Henny and Cola
Got me like a Soldier
She ready for Rover, I couldn't control her
So lucky oo me, I was just like a clover
Shorty was hot like a toaster
Sorry but I had to fold her,
Like a pornography poster
She showed her

[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

[Verse 3:]
Whoa
Shawty
Yea she was worth the money
Lil mama took my cash,
And I ain't want it back,
The way she bit that rag,
Got her them paper stacks,
Tattoo Above her crack,
I had to handle that,

I was on it, sexy woman, let me shownin
They be want it two in the mornin
I'm zonin in them rosay bottles foamin
She wouldn't stop, made it drop
Shorty did that pop and lock,
Had to break her off that gwap
Gah it was fly just like my glock

[Chorus:]
Apple Bottom Jeans [Jeans]
Boots with the fur [With the fur]
The whole club was lookin at her
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low

Them baggy sweat pants
And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps]
She turned around and gave that big booty a smack [Ayy]
She hit the flo [She hit the flo]
Next thing you know
Shawty got low low low low low low low low