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letra de hood - trillville

[intro: lil jon]
ladies and gentleman (what?)
i’d like to welcome you (welcome where?)
to the life and times of trillville (trillville)
i be your guide on this lil’ journey
it’s your boy lil jon checkin’ in (yeah yeah)
and first-off i let my n-gga dirrty mouth holla at you

[verse 1: dirty mouth]
we can take it to the street n-gga if you got beef
’cause ain’t home with it i’mma knock out your t–th
wear your fake–ss n-ggas keepin’ talkin’ sh-t
i’m in your d-mn house with your girl on my d-ck
i’m the realest motherf-cker when it comes to makin’ hits
so shut the f-ck up before i bust you in the lip
the street life’s on for the best to go home
is d-mn you late for a as i shine on the chrome
aiming at your dome, buck-shots rain
i’m deep off in the game, when a n-gga bout to explain
n-gga f-ck the fame, all i want is the dough
my name ain’t dough bussa so don’t be try me like a hoe
i’m not your average dough that im at your seat everyday
i rob just a deal just to get my -ss paid
i shine like a brave on a old school
a n-gga act a fool if a n-gga break the rule, fo real

[interlude: lil jon]
dirrty mouth spittin at you b-tches and n-ggas (uh huh)
specially tellin you fake–ss n-gga out there (f-ck y’all)
you know real recognize real (yeah)
and fake n-ggas always wanna hate and sh-t (yeah)
you hattin n-ggas we gon’ find yall
we gon’ sip you out (yeah, hah)
holla at them don p

[verse 2: don p]
i know for a fact you ain’t ready for the street
you suckas rain n-gga on this country
you fall to the ground disrespect to my feet
you sound raw n-gga go home you can’t compete
they try’na be me, they watch tv
they try to imitate and thats what make ’em fake
’cause the hood ain’t actin’, n-ggas start relaxin’
thinkin’ they can live in this world without packin’
somethin’ janet jackson, n-gga still lovin’
and how we broke it down like a motherf-ckin’ cratchin’
too transaction and won’t n0body -ssin’
until you raise your mouth like a motherf-ckin’ f-ggot
it ain’t no burriations, n-ggas still hatin’
but i guess i hate too ’cause i hate the music they creatin’
hoes that they savin’, plans that they makin’
whoever else like so i hate they fan bases (yeah)

[interlude: lil jon]
yall ain’t neva see a n-gga like me
i’ve been all around the motherf-ckin’ world (all over the place n-gga)
all over this b-tch
you know hatin’ n-ggas everywhere you motherf-ckin’ go
disrespect n-ggas everywhere you motherf-ckin’ go
but you know what?
all them hatin’ n-ggas, they makes real n-ggas that much more strong (yeah, yeah)
tell ’em la

[verse 3: lil la]
look you ain’t ready for the streets
and you claim to be hard, but you weak
a bad b-tch and you swear that beat
the only thang you probably touch was a feet
you b-tchin’ me now, picture me i’m serving
get your -ss somethin’ boy, it ain’t workin
you dont want a trill n-gga you closing curtains
you need to take your -ss home and neva [?]
give me the b-tch hard like a d-ck
ready to f-ck, we ain’t takin sh-t
we gon’ bust your knuts
but still some n-ggas do it for a mill
if times get hard then you gain up your grill
fo real, the hood, man where a n-gga live
and i ain’t trippin, ’cause that where i had the deal
sh-t, and made a young n-gga even stronger
i guess thats the reason why a n-gga stay ballin’
(hey, hey)

[outro: lil jon]
yo, ain’t no n-gga that’s gonna stop my m-th-f-ckin paper (never that)
none n-gga, youknawmean? (yeah)
i’m out here on my hustle everyday (yeah)
n-gga i ain’t sellin’ dope
but i’m sellin’ this beats and sh-t
rhymes and all this bullsh-t (yeah)
i’m sellin’ this crunk energy drink (yeah)
yo, i’m sellin all kinds of sh-t
n-gga im cds, dvds, n-gga
whatever you need (uhh)
my n-ggas trillville, they always gonna keep it motherf-ckin’ real
bme, bme, bme cl!ck (yeah, yeah!!)
we up out this b-tch
real stay real and fake always stay fake
never motherf-ckin’ hate

- trillville

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