Get Some Crunk In Yo System

[Hook x1: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (See)

Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right!)

Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas)

Get some crunk in yo system (They ain't seen me yet)

Get some crunk in yo system (But they Still talkin)

Get some crunk in yo system (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)

Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas could nevah see me)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)

Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)

Get some crunk in yo system (Cmon)

Get some crunk in yo system (Yeah!)

[Dirty Mouth]

I can feel it, ya hater's dont like it

They see me at a show, them niggas get excited

Cause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riot

By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it

Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection

Gun's for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson

Cause they dont say B.S'n, Im good with my weapon

Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it

I'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monster

But it's too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or something

Ain't nothing I'm ruthless, still producing

Cut me a check or you'll find yo self toothless

I'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusing

Niggas say I'm trill

They aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me loose

Niggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose

Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came

Iits the same shit in the club, niggas fightin man.

Throwin bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin hoes hair.

Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't care

Screamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride

If you think I'm lyin then you pussy niggas bet not try

I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho

Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game ho

Then leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.

I'ma pull yo card, for actin hard, down the boulevard nigga. (cmon)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works

Take off my fuckin shirt, I'm reppin to the dirt

I'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for the A

I'm ridin 21, on my Impala son

I'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red ho.

Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door

Off the hinges, I'm relentless

I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)

Amen , I works hard for the south

These niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth

The house, the car, these bitches bustin out they bras

Just so they can show they titties to a star.

Baby my doors ajar, the passenger too

I'm ready to ride, so whats up boo? (yeaaah)

Keepin it real,

Keepin it trill

Reppin the ville,

I sho will

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

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