[Verse 1: Crunk male MC, slamming crunk 808 drums, hollered crunk bars] Saturday, the backyard, little Marcus turned eight Rented him a castle with a turret and a gate Kids ran in the kitchen when the candles got lit And the castle stood there empty, and I'm starin' at it Shoes off, wild out, I'm the first one in Thirty-four years old with a sippy-cup grin Bounce one, bounce two, I'm touchin' the roof Then the fence squeaked open and the neighbor came through Toya from next door kicked her slides off in the grass Said "Move, big man, you bouncin' like you scared of the glass" [Hook: Crunk male MC, full crunk 808 drums, rowdy hollered crunk hook] Jump till the walls give, let the whole yard shout Grown folks in the castle and the kids locked out Get crunk, get up, put your head through the tent Air it out, air it out, it's the best ten dollars spent [Cypher: Crunk male MC, hollered crunk bars] I been bouncin' since the playground, I was raised on a spring Every trampoline on the block know me, I'm the king [Cypher: Toya, female crunk MC, cocky answer bars] King of what? You bounce like a man with a back I seen you take the stairs, you was holdin' the rail, Jack [Cypher: Crunk male MC, louder crunk bars] Watch me do a flip, watch me touch the sun Watch me hit the wall like a cannonball, done [Cypher: Toya, female crunk MC, louder answer bars] Watch me go higher, watch me go twice Watch me land soft on your ego, real nice [Cypher: Crunk male MC and Toya, female crunk MC, together, hollered] Back and forth, back and forth, both of us wild out Every jump a little higher till the castle starts to pout [Hook: Crunk male MC, full crunk 808 drums, rowdy hollered crunk hook] Jump till the walls give, let the whole yard shout Grown folks in the castle and the kids locked out Get crunk, get up, put your head through the tent Air it out, air it out, it's the best ten dollars spent [Bridge: Crunk male MC, deflate, the beat sags in pitch with a long air hiss, then the crunk 808 slams back at full size] Hiss, the turret's bendin' Hiss, the walls descendin' Two grown fools in a vinyl tent Lookin' at the window where the birthday went Marcus in the doorway with the plug in his hand Frosting on his face, said "my turn, understand?" Kids come pilin' out when the blower roars back Marcus got his castle and we're flat on our backs [Final Hook: Crunk male MC with Toya, full crunk 808 drums, rowdiest hollered crunk hook] Jump till the walls give, let the whole yard shout Grown folks in the castle and the kids locked out Get crunk, get up, put your head through the tent Air it out, air it out, it's the best ten dollars spent [End]
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