This is a song about "Crank yogs"

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

So crank the bass up like crazy and let yourself go, let yourself go

Blast the music up loud, crank the bass, smokin' chronic,

Hypetrack that and send it, nigga it's a sack shit

Women hate me cuz i tend to crank labor

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Off, then i'll crank the nozzle til his fuking head pops.

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Put the top down\ i get around\ crank a sound\ bitches be clowning

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon