Flava 2 Da Crunk Lyrics - Singles - Haley

::VERSE 1:: 

Came from tha boogie down, 

Straight to Agg-town 

Hat drop it low, 

Thats how I choose to roll now, 

Had to leave the mall, 

9 o clock tha Parks close down, 

No need to go home, 

Cause my night aint fully over now, 

Wherever my car stops, 

Thats where we throw down, 

Aint now use in paying dem dollars, 

To go clubbin now 

Its about time, that I represent now, 

Heres how my flava, 

Made it to tha durtty south, 

::CHORUS:: 

Baby this is how we, 

Shake a lil but, 

Get on the grind, 

Playas pop ya collars, 

Pimps cop a dime, 

Bump this on a Saturday nite, 

Deep in tha club, 

Break em off dj, 

Turn my shhh up 

Flava to the crunk, 

Bump this in ur ear, 

From ur bass to ur speakers, 

To ur trunk, 

Baby this is how we 

::VERSE 2:: 

Pull up to the spot, 

Jump out tha ride, 

Soon as we arrive, 

Gangsts tip and ride, 

See that hustlas ova there, 

They alwayss on tha grind, 

Tryna make that buck, 

Aint no shame in tha grind, 

We keep it gutty down here, 

Gotta keep it real, 

In tha club we drop it low, 

Talk that mess we throw dem bows- 

Thats why I always hold it down, 

Gotta do this for my town, 

R&B and Hip Hop, 

Comin straight for tha crown, 

And befor I let yall go, 

I just gotta let yall know that, 

Its about time that I represent now, 

Heres how my flava, 

Made it to tha durtty south, 

::CHORUS:: 

::RAP:: 

Jamaica to New York 

Texas to ATL, 

We droppin it, 

Shakin it 

Give you something for your heartburn, 

Bringing u some more, 

Some heat for ur front door, 

Give you something hot, 

Blow up ur spot, 

Gonna turn up tha heat, 

And make ur dance bones pop, 

Jumpin, Clubbin, 

Aint no use in frontin 

We got what u want, 

And you know its a must man, 

Spicy like mustard and ketchup on ur buns, 

Like what I got in my bag full of hits, 

Let me show you what I got, 

Let me show u who I am, 

I got tha ish to make ya dance, 

Cause I got that flava for ur ear, 

Got that crunk for ur funk, 

Put that bass in ur system, 

So music wont be bunk, 

Aint no slippin in my pimpin, 

Aint no faults in my walk, 

Gotta quiet on down, 

Let that angelbaby talk. 

::CHORUS (2x):: 

::OUTRO:: 

New York, shake it, shake it, 

Bx shake it, shake it, 

Texas shake it, shake it, 

Durrty south shake it, shake it, 

Everybody shake, 

Go head n shake somethin