| Song | Crank It |
| Artist | Lisa |
| Album | Eye Legacy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| All my ladies, in the house, at work, at play, | |
| wherever your at be | |
| We in this party wilin' we came to crank it up | |
| Crank it, crank it, crank it | |
| Ladies in the club put your drinks up | |
| Let me see your hands in the air shake your derrière | |
| All my ladies, go crazy | |
| Tell your man tonight, keep the baby | |
| It's his turn, he got to stress | |
| Go to the club in your tightest dress | |
| No parking don't waste your time and | |
| Park his car in front of a hydrant | |
| When the cop writes a ticket and here's your chance | |
| Don't blow it, go ahead dare him to tow | |
| In the venue, do what men do | |
| Anybody who asks, tell him your single | |
| Get them numbers, get your drink on | |
| Get your flirt on, put your ring on | |
| Transform like digitally | |
| Lose your bra and hosiery | |
| Shout verbal larceny | |
| Stomp your feet shaking that xxx to the beat | |
| Reigndrop, aight on the count of ten | |
| I want e'erybody wilin' out | |
| One, two, three, four, | |
| get your booty on the dance floor | |
| This is not the time to be shy | |
| Let your hair down, grab a guy | |
| Move your hips till they separate | |
| From your torso, the lower you go | |
| So low you touch the floor | |
| Come back up and crank it some more | |
| Five, six, seven, eight, | |
| doesn't matter if you're xxx or straight | |
| The music doesn't discriminate | |
| Feel the beat and the tempo say-it | |
| Nine ten, now do it again | |
| But this time, i want you to wile' out | |
| All my ladies, all my ladies, all my ladies | |
| Just let go |
| All my ladies, in the house, at work, at play, | |
| wherever your at be | |
| We in this party wilin' we came to crank it up | |
| Crank it, crank it, crank it | |
| Ladies in the club put your drinks up | |
| Let me see your hands in the air shake your derrie re | |
| All my ladies, go crazy | |
| Tell your man tonight, keep the baby | |
| It' s his turn, he got to stress | |
| Go to the club in your tightest dress | |
| No parking don' t waste your time and | |
| Park his car in front of a hydrant | |
| When the cop writes a ticket and here' s your chance | |
| Don' t blow it, go ahead dare him to tow | |
| In the venue, do what men do | |
| Anybody who asks, tell him your single | |
| Get them numbers, get your drink on | |
| Get your flirt on, put your ring on | |
| Transform like digitally | |
| Lose your bra and hosiery | |
| Shout verbal larceny | |
| Stomp your feet shaking that xxx to the beat | |
| Reigndrop, aight on the count of ten | |
| I want e' erybody wilin' out | |
| One, two, three, four, | |
| get your booty on the dance floor | |
| This is not the time to be shy | |
| Let your hair down, grab a guy | |
| Move your hips till they separate | |
| From your torso, the lower you go | |
| So low you touch the floor | |
| Come back up and crank it some more | |
| Five, six, seven, eight, | |
| doesn' t matter if you' re xxx or straight | |
| The music doesn' t discriminate | |
| Feel the beat and the tempo sayit | |
| Nine ten, now do it again | |
| But this time, i want you to wile' out | |
| All my ladies, all my ladies, all my ladies | |
| Just let go |
| All my ladies, in the house, at work, at play, | |
| wherever your at be | |
| We in this party wilin' we came to crank it up | |
| Crank it, crank it, crank it | |
| Ladies in the club put your drinks up | |
| Let me see your hands in the air shake your derriè re | |
| All my ladies, go crazy | |
| Tell your man tonight, keep the baby | |
| It' s his turn, he got to stress | |
| Go to the club in your tightest dress | |
| No parking don' t waste your time and | |
| Park his car in front of a hydrant | |
| When the cop writes a ticket and here' s your chance | |
| Don' t blow it, go ahead dare him to tow | |
| In the venue, do what men do | |
| Anybody who asks, tell him your single | |
| Get them numbers, get your drink on | |
| Get your flirt on, put your ring on | |
| Transform like digitally | |
| Lose your bra and hosiery | |
| Shout verbal larceny | |
| Stomp your feet shaking that xxx to the beat | |
| Reigndrop, aight on the count of ten | |
| I want e' erybody wilin' out | |
| One, two, three, four, | |
| get your booty on the dance floor | |
| This is not the time to be shy | |
| Let your hair down, grab a guy | |
| Move your hips till they separate | |
| From your torso, the lower you go | |
| So low you touch the floor | |
| Come back up and crank it some more | |
| Five, six, seven, eight, | |
| doesn' t matter if you' re xxx or straight | |
| The music doesn' t discriminate | |
| Feel the beat and the tempo sayit | |
| Nine ten, now do it again | |
| But this time, i want you to wile' out | |
| All my ladies, all my ladies, all my ladies | |
| Just let go |