¿En qué álbumes fue lanzada la canción “Cranky Up” por Bubba Sparxxx?

Bubba Sparxxx lanzó la canción en los álbumes “New South: The Album B4 The Album Limited Edition” en 2003 y “New South: The Album B4 The Album” en 2003.

Cranky Up

[Intro: The Mudd Katz]
Sound pretty good dude
A-Town, G-A
Come on
Come on

[Chorus: The Mudd Katz]
Aye, it don't matter if y'all don't
We gon' cranky up
Tear the doors of the club cuz
We gon' cranky up
Man he gon' make me stanky up
'Cause he think he tough
Y'all better backy up
'Fore we get to actin' up

It don't matter if y'all don't
We gon' cranky up
Tear the doors of the club cuz
We gon' cranky up
Man he gon' make me stanky up
'Cause he think he tough
Y'all better backy up
'Fore we get to actin' up

[Verse 1: Dirty Ken]
A real dirt doin' desperado
I'm slick and quick on the draw
A damn dog with your crib on my wrist and my paw
A Cadillacer, might be your baby mama favorite rapper
Dirty Ken on 20s and sittin' on pig skin
You like the coat I got on my Cutlass?
You'll love the Benz
Damn, what you know about them Impalas runnin' with twin cams
Think it done shut off, that's how the motor sound, dog
We ain't finna put off, hose it then pull off
That's mob style, I like them girls that do it dog style
That's a broad doing my dogs in the Jag with frog eye
These niggas got a lotta bud, they must be fall guys
Do they hate the fact that we got cash?
Or hate that I rise?
I don't know but it the way it goes, I'mma let 'em fly
Man I get my dope cheap so I can sell my O for 5 dog
We ballin' now I know that
But for sure it wasn't easy
Even my ring is a Rolex, that New South of the heezy

[Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx]
Oh oh oh, ah
Man will somebody please tell these fresh fish
That my skin's what it is, I ain't finna shed this
Bubba K yes it's he on that Harley D-avidson
Watch it run
We the shit, aren't we?
I came for the rubles and the noodles and your dignity
Why you actin' fidgety
What you thought them kids you seen
On the TV screen wit' me was all a country boy myth
That's the very booty chatter that I get annoyed with
But y'all gon' learn sure as fall gon' turn to winter
Them pretenders they all gon' burn
But I'll forever hit the club white boy fresh
Blow whatever loot I got and die coinless
Body bang a shot
Body lames a twat
And if it's hatin' circulatin' then that thang'll pop
And I want you layin' stiff, wiggling ain't enough
Call your momma, tell your daddy, buddy we gon' cranky up

[Verse 3: Additude]
Uh, yo, cap 'em, I'm 'bout that action
That mob shit and paper stackin'
Click clackin' the straps back when a nigga's actin'
I'm a rap assassin
Herb smokes that's my fashion
When I'm mashin' I hit yo block like I'm crashin'
I'm hotter than lava
I sip my Crown out the bottle
Get your lil' crow out a problem
And if she gon' blow she gon' swallow
But I won't show her no dollars
Hold her a bottle to holler
Tomorrow she get nathan
Nothin' but the the dick that I spot her
I got a white '87 Monte Carlo with banners
It's clean, last seen parked with your hoe in the alley
I be collar poppin'
I might just go and blow a night in Vegas
Dollar droppin' bitches, jockin'
Stoppin' at the table
I give them bitches long pop
Strong as Patron shots
If I don't cranky up I'mma be gone when the song stop
You ain't bouncin' you must be a hater or a crippled dude
I'm sick of fools hatin' when they know they can't be shit to 'Tude

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