[Prelude: Trilla]
It's a Nastee Boi ting down there
It's a Nastee Boi, it's a Nastee Boi
It's a Nastee Boi ting down there
Trilla Jermaine Trilloski
[Chorus: Trilla]
Don't think you're a G-Star
Just cause you're wearin' G-Star
I'll come around with my windows down and put couple holes in your G-Star
Don't think that you're a G
Just cause you shop in JD
Put my CD on and turn it up loud and don't turn it off 'til you hate me
[Verse 1: Trilla]
Nah, you don't wanna risk it
Man might draw for the big stick
You'll end up with your wig split
Target I've never missed it
I make MCs sh** bricks
Take your dough and flip it
Take your whip and strip it
You don't wanna hear that click click
Don't go down there
I suggest you don't go down there
TJT I run down there
Tellin' you that it's not safe down there
Even the feds don't go down there
You might lose a couple teeth down there
For your own sake please don't go down there
It's a Nastee Boi ting down there
[Chorus]
Don't think you're a G-Star
Just cause you're wearin' G-Star
I'll come around with my windows down and put couple holes in your G-Star
Don't think that you're a G
Just cause you shop in JD
Put my CD on and turn it up loud and don't turn it off 'til you hate me
Don't think you're a G-Star
Just cause you're wearin' G-Star
I'll come around with my windows down and put couple holes in your G-Star
Don't think that you're a G
Just cause you shop in JD
Put my CD on and turn it up loud and don't turn it off 'til you hate me
[Verse 2: Trilla]
Trilla's my name, gash is my game
Ladies, you can call me Jermaine
Never sound lame, not that vain
I'm never gonna slip and touch c**aine
I've been meaning the messy campaign
Bada Birmingham is our domain
Eat chow mein and I sip champagne
If you don't like me try and complain
It's Trillalalalaloski
Don't act like you you don't know me
Unstoppable - you can't hold me
It's Trillalalalaloski
It's Trillili don't act sick lili
Man might teach 'em that's a nine millili
It's tri lili don't act sick lili
Man might teach em that's a nine millili
[Chorus]
Don't think you're a G-Star
Just cause you're wearin' G-Star
I'll come around with my windows down and put couple holes in your G-Star
Don't think that you're a G
Just cause you shop in JD
Put my CD on and turn it up loud and don't turn it off 'til you hate me
[Refrain: Trilla]
It's a Nastee Boi ting down there!
It's a Nastee Boi, it's a Nastee Boi
It's a Nastee Boi ting down there!
It's a Nastee Boi, it's a Nastee Boi
[Chorus]
Don't think you're a G-Star
Just cause you're wearin' G-Star
I'll come around with my windows down and put couple holes in your G-Star
Don't think that you're a G
Just cause you shop in JD
Put my CD on and turn it up loud and don't turn it off 'til you hate me
Don't think you're a G-Star
Just cause you're wearin' G-Star
I'll come around with my windows down and put couple holes in your G-Star
Don't think that you're a G
Just cause you shop in JD
Put my CD on and turn it up loud and don't turn it off 'til you hate me