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Trillville
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The Hood
Lyricist:Lawrence Edwards, Jamal Glaze, Craig Love, Donnell Prince, Jonathan Smith
Ladies and gentleman (What?) IÂ'd like to welcome you (Welcome what?) To the life and times of Trillville (Trillville?) I be your God on this here Jonny (Uh huh)
ItÂ's your boy LilÂ'Jon checkinÂ' it (Yeah yeah) And first-off (Whaddup?) I let my nigga Dirrty Mouth holla atchu
We can take it to the street nigga if u got beef 'Cus ainÂ't home wit it IÂ'ma knock out your teeth Wear your fake-ass niggas keepinÂ' talkinÂ' shit IÂ'm in your damn house wit your girl on my dick
IÂ'm the realest muthafucka when it comes to makinÂ' hits So shut tha fuck up before I bust you in the lip The street lifeÂ's on for the best to go home Is damn you late for a as I shine on the chrome
AiminÂ' at your doam buck-shot rain (Rain) IÂ'm deep offa damn, when a nigga Â'bout to explain Nigga fuck tha fame all I want is the doe (Doe) My ainÂ't Dough Bussa so donÂ't be try me like a hoe
IÂ'm not your everyday dough that IÂ'm at your 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, foÂ' real
Dirrty Mouth spittinÂ' at you bitches and niggas (Uh huh) Â'Specially tellinÂ' you fake-ass nigga out there (Fuck yÂ'all) You know real recognize real (Yeah) And fake niggas always wanna hate and shit
(Yeah) You hattinÂ' niggas we gon' find yÂ'all We gon' sip you out (Yeah, hah) Holla at them Don P
I know for a fact you ainÂ't ready for the street You suckas rain nigga on this country You fall to the ground disrespect to my feet You sound raw nigga go home you canÂ't compete
They tryna be me, they watch TV They try to imitate and thatÂ's what make Â'em fake 'Cus the hood ainÂ't actinÂ' niggas start relaxinÂ' ThinkinÂ' they can live in this world without packinÂ'
SomethinÂ' Janet Jackson, nigga still lovinÂ' And how we broke it down like a muthafuckinÂ' cratchinÂ' Too transaction and wonÂ't nobody assinÂ' Until you raise your mouth like a muthafuckinÂ' fagot
It ainÂ't no burriations niggas still hatinÂ' But I guess, I hate too 'cus ainÂ't the music that they creatinÂ' Hoes that they savinÂ', Plans that they makinÂ' Whoever else like so I hate they fan bases (Yeah) Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
YÂ'all ainÂ't neva see a nigga like me IÂ've been all around the muthafuckinÂ' world (All over the place nigga) All over this bitch You know hatinÂ' niggas everywhere you muÂ'fuckas go
Disrespect niggas everywhere you muÂ'fuckas go But you know why? All them hatinÂ' niggas They makes real niggas that best most strong (Yeah, yeah) Tell 'em L.A.
Look you ainÂ't ready for the streets (Streets) And you claim to be hard, but you weak (Weak) A bad bitch and you swear that beat (Beat) The only thang you probably touch was a feet (Feet)
You bitchinÂ' me now, picture me IÂ'm sorry Get your ass summen boi it ainÂ't workinÂ' You donÂ't want a Trill nigga you [unverified] You need to take your ass home and neva [unverified]
Give me the bitch hard like a dick (Dick) Ready to fuck, we ainÂ't takinÂ' shit (Fuck, shit) We gon' bust your knuts (Pow pow pow pow) But still some niggas do it for a mill (Mill)
If times get hard then you gain up your grill (Grill) FoÂ' real, the hood, man where a nigga live And I ainÂ't trippinÂ', 'cus that where I had the deal Shit, and made a young nigga even stronger I guess thatÂ's the reason why a nigga stay baller (Hey)
(Hey, hey) Yo, ainÂ't no nigga Is gonna stop my muthafuckinÂ' paper (Neva that) Non a nigga, youknawmean? (Yeah) IÂ'm out here on my hustle everyday (Yeah)
Nigga I ainÂ't sellinÂ' dope But IÂ'm sellinÂ' this beats and shit Rhymes and all this bullshit (Yeah) IÂ'm sellinÂ' this crunk energy drink (Yeah)
Yo, IÂ'm sellinÂ'all kinda shit Nigga IÂ'm CDÂ's, DVDÂ's, nigga What Eva you need (Uhh) My niggas Trillville, they always gonna keep it muthafuckinÂ' real
BME, BME, BME click (Yeah, yeah) We about this bitch Real stay real and fake always stay fake Neva muthafuckinÂ' hate
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