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(Lil Jon Talkin´) Ladies and Gentleman, (what?) I´d like to welcome u.......(welcome what?) To the life and times of Trillville (Trillville?) I be ur God on this here Jonny (uh huh) It´s ur boy Lil´Jon checkin´it (yea yeah) And first-off (whaddup?) I let my nigga Dirrty Mouth holla atchu. (Dirrty Mouth) We can take it to the street nigga if u got beef Cus ain´t home wit it i´ma knock out ur teeth Wear ur fake-ass niggas keepin´ talkin´ shit I´m in ur damn house wit ur girl on my dick I´m the realest muthafucka when it comes to makin´ hits So shut tha fuck up before i bust u in the lip The street life´s on for the best to go home Is damn u late for a as I shine on the chrome Aimin´ at ur doam buck-shot rain (rain) I´m deep offa damn, when a nigga ´bout to explain Nigga fuck tha fame all i want is the doe (doe) My ain´t Dough Bussa so don´t be try me like a hoe I´m not ur everyday dough that i´m at ur seat everyday I rob just a deal just to get my ass paid I shine like a brave on a old school A nigga act a fool if a nigga break the rule, fo´real. (Lil´ Jon Talkin´) Dirrty Mouth spittin´at u bitches and niggas (uh huh) ´specially tellin´u fake-ass nigga out there (Fuck y´all) u know real recognize real (Yeah) and fake niggas always wanna hate and shit (Yeah) u hattin´ niggas we gon find y´all We gon sip u out (Yeah) (hah) Holla at them Don P. (Don P) I know for a fact u ain´t ready for the street U suckas rain nigga on this country U fall to the ground disrespect to my feet U sound raw nigga go home u can´t compete They tryna be me, they watch TV They try to immitate and that´s what make ´em fake Cus the hood ain´t actin´ niggas start relaxin´ Thinkin´ they can live in this world without packin´ Somethin´ Janet Jackson, nigga still lovin´ And how we broke it down like a muthafuckin´ cratchin´ Too transation and won´t nodbody assin´ Until u raise ur mouth like a muthafuckin´ faggot It ain´t no burriations niggas still hatin´ But i guess i hate too Cus ain´t the music that they creatin´ Hoes that they savin´, Plans that they makin´ Whoever else like so i hate they fan bases (Yeeaah) (Lil´ Jon Talkin´) Y´all ain´t neva see a nigga like me I´ve been all around the muthafuckin´ world (All over the place nigga) All over this bitch U know hatin´ niggas everywhere u mu´fuckas go Disrespect niggas everywhere u mu´fuckas go But u know why? All them hatin´ niggas They makes real niggas that best most strong (Yeah, yeeaah) Tell `em L.A. (Lil´ Atlanta) Look u ain´t ready for the streets (streets) And u claim to be hard, but u weak (weak) A bad bitch and u swear that beat (beat) The only thang u probably touch was a feet (feet) U bitchin´ me now, picture me i´m sorry Get ur ass summen boi it ain´t workin´ U don´t want a Trill nigga u ???? U need to take ur ass home and neva ???? Give me the bitch hard like a dick (dick) Ready to fuck (fuck) we ain´t takin´ shit (shit) We gon bust ur knuts (pow pow pow pow) But still some niggas do it for a mill (mill) If times get hard then u gain up ur grill (grill) Fo´real, the hood, man where a nigga live And i ain´t trippin´, cus that where i had the deal Shit, and made a young nigga even stronger I guess that´s the reason why a nigga stay baller (Hey) (Lil´ Jon Talkin´ Till End) (Hey, hey) Yo, ain´t no nigga Is gonna stop my muthafuckin´ paper (Neva that) Non a nigga, uknawmean? (Yeah) I´m out here on my hustle everyday (Yeah) Nigga i ain´t sellin´ dope But i´m sellin´ this beats and shit Rhymes and all this bullshit (Yeah) I´m sellin´ this Crunk Energy Drink (Yeah) Yo, i´m sellin´all kinda shit Nigga i´m CD´s, DVD´s, nigga What eva u need (Uhh) My niggas Trillville, they always gonna keep it muthafuckin´ real BME, BME, BME Click (Yeah, Yeeaah) We about this bitch!!! Real stay real and fake always stay fake Neva muthafuckin´ hate. |