Hood by Trillville Lyrics
[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 nigga Dirrty Mouth holla at you
[Verse 1: Dirty Mouth]
We can take it to the street nigga if you got beef
'Cause ain't home with it I'mma knock out your teeth
Wear your fake-ass niggas keepin' talkin' shit
I'm in your damn house with your girl on my dick
I'm the realest motherfucker when it comes to makin' hits
So shut the fuck up before I bust you in the lip
The street life's on for the best to go home
Is damn 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 nigga bout to explain
Nigga fuck 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 ass paid
I shine like a brave on a old school
A nigga act a fool if a nigga break the rule, fo real
[Interlude: Lil Jon]
Dirrty Mouth spittin at you bitches and niggas (uh huh)
Specially tellin you fake-ass nigga out there (fuck y'all)
You know real recognize real (yeah)
And fake niggas always wanna hate and shit (yeah)
You hattin niggas 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 nigga on this country
You fall to the ground disrespect to my feet
You sound raw nigga 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', 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 motherfuckin' cratchin'
Too transaction and won't nobody assin'
Until you raise your mouth like a motherfuckin' faggot
It ain't no burriations, niggas 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 nigga like me
I've been all around the motherfuckin' world (all over the place nigga)
All over this bitch
You know hatin' niggas everywhere you motherfuckin' go
Disrespect niggas everywhere you motherfuckin' go
But you know what?
All them hatin' niggas, they makes real niggas 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 bitch and you swear that beat
The only thang you probably touch was a feet
You bitchin' me now, picture me I'm serving
Get your ass somethin' boy, it ain't workin
You dont want a Trill nigga you closing curtains
You need to take your ass home and neva [?]
Give me the bitch hard like a dick
Ready to fuck, we ain't takin shit
We gon' bust your knuts
But still some niggas do it for a mill
If times get hard then you gain up your grill
Fo real, the hood, man where a nigga live
And I ain't trippin, 'cause that where I had the deal
Shit, and made a young nigga even stronger
I guess thats the reason why a nigga stay ballin'
(Hey, hey)
[Outro: Lil Jon]
Yo, ain't no nigga that's gonna stop my muthafuckin paper (never that)
None nigga, youknawmean? (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 kinds of shit
Nigga Im CDs, DVDs, nigga
Whatever you need (uhh)
My niggas Trillville, they always gonna keep it motherfuckin' real
BME, BME, BME click (yeah, yeah!!)
We up out this bitch
Real stay real and fake always stay fake
Never motherfuckin' hate
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 nigga Dirrty Mouth holla at you
[Verse 1: Dirty Mouth]
We can take it to the street nigga if you got beef
'Cause ain't home with it I'mma knock out your teeth
Wear your fake-ass niggas keepin' talkin' shit
I'm in your damn house with your girl on my dick
I'm the realest motherfucker when it comes to makin' hits
So shut the fuck up before I bust you in the lip
The street life's on for the best to go home
Is damn 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 nigga bout to explain
Nigga fuck 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 ass paid
I shine like a brave on a old school
A nigga act a fool if a nigga break the rule, fo real
[Interlude: Lil Jon]
Dirrty Mouth spittin at you bitches and niggas (uh huh)
Specially tellin you fake-ass nigga out there (fuck y'all)
You know real recognize real (yeah)
And fake niggas always wanna hate and shit (yeah)
You hattin niggas 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 nigga on this country
You fall to the ground disrespect to my feet
You sound raw nigga 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', 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 motherfuckin' cratchin'
Too transaction and won't nobody assin'
Until you raise your mouth like a motherfuckin' faggot
It ain't no burriations, niggas 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 nigga like me
I've been all around the motherfuckin' world (all over the place nigga)
All over this bitch
You know hatin' niggas everywhere you motherfuckin' go
Disrespect niggas everywhere you motherfuckin' go
But you know what?
All them hatin' niggas, they makes real niggas 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 bitch and you swear that beat
The only thang you probably touch was a feet
You bitchin' me now, picture me I'm serving
Get your ass somethin' boy, it ain't workin
You dont want a Trill nigga you closing curtains
You need to take your ass home and neva [?]
Give me the bitch hard like a dick
Ready to fuck, we ain't takin shit
We gon' bust your knuts
But still some niggas do it for a mill
If times get hard then you gain up your grill
Fo real, the hood, man where a nigga live
And I ain't trippin, 'cause that where I had the deal
Shit, and made a young nigga even stronger
I guess thats the reason why a nigga stay ballin'
(Hey, hey)
[Outro: Lil Jon]
Yo, ain't no nigga that's gonna stop my muthafuckin paper (never that)
None nigga, youknawmean? (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 kinds of shit
Nigga Im CDs, DVDs, nigga
Whatever you need (uhh)
My niggas Trillville, they always gonna keep it motherfuckin' real
BME, BME, BME click (yeah, yeah!!)
We up out this bitch
Real stay real and fake always stay fake
Never motherfuckin' hate