Trillville - Hood 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 n***a Dirrty Mouth holla at you [Verse 1: Dirty Mouth] We can take it to the street n***a if you got beef 'Cause ain't home with it I'mma knock out your teeth Wear your fake-a** n***as keepin' talkin' sh** I'm in your damn house with your girl on my dick I'm the realest motherf**er when it comes to makin' hits So shut the f** 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 n***a bout to explain n***a f** 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 a** paid I shine like a brave on a old school A n***a act a fool if a n***a break the rule, fo real [Interlude: Lil Jon] Dirrty Mouth spittin at you b**hes and n***as (uh huh) Specially tellin you fake-a** n***a out there (f** y'all) You know real recognize real (yeah) And fake n***as always wanna hate and sh** (yeah) You hattin n***as 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 s**as rain n***a on this country You fall to the ground disrespect to my feet You sound raw n***a 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***as start relaxin' Thinkin' they can live in this world without packin' Somethin' Janet Jackson, n***a still lovin' And how we broke it down like a motherf**in' cratchin' Too transaction and won't nobody a**in' Until you raise your mouth like a motherf**in' f*ggot It ain't no burriations, n***as 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***a like me I've been all around the motherf**in' world (all over the place n***a) All over this b**h You know hatin' n***as everywhere you motherf**in' go Disrespect n***as everywhere you motherf**in' go But you know what? All them hatin' n***as, they makes real n***as 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**h and you swear that beat The only thang you probably touch was a feet You b**hin' me now, picture me I'm serving Get your a** somethin' boy, it ain't workin You dont want a Trill n***a you closing curtains You need to take your a** home and neva [?] Give me the b**h hard like a dick Ready to f**, we ain't takin sh** We gon' bust your knuts But still some n***as do it for a mill If times get hard then you gain up your grill Fo real, the hood, man where a n***a live And I ain't trippin, 'cause that where I had the deal sh**, and made a young n***a even stronger I guess thats the reason why a n***a stay ballin' (Hey, hey) [Outro: Lil Jon] Yo, ain't no n***a that's gonna stop my muthaf**in paper (never that) None n***a, youknawmean? (yeah) I'm out here on my hustle everyday (yeah) n***a I ain't sellin' dope But I'm sellin' this beats and sh** Rhymes and all this bullsh** (yeah) I'm sellin' this Crunk Energy drink (yeah) Yo, I'm sellin all kinds of sh** n***a Im CDs, DVDs, n***a Whatever you need (uhh) My n***as Trillville, they always gonna keep it motherf**in' real BME, BME, BME click (yeah, yeah!!) We up out this b**h Real stay real and fake always stay fake Never motherf**in' hate