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*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 teeth
Wear your fake-ass n*ggas keepin' talkin' sh*t
I'm in your damn house with your girl on my di*k
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 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*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 ass 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-ass 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 nobody assin'
Until you raise your mouth like a motherf*ckin' faggot
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 ass somethin' boy, it ain't workin
You dont want a Trill n*gga you closing curtains
You need to take your ass home and neva [?]
Give me the b*tch hard like a di*k
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 muthaf*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 click (yeah, yeah!!)
We up out this b*tch
Real stay real and fake always stay fake
Never motherf*ckin' hate