Lyrics:
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
Hold up
I get it hot like I'm burning up
I hid the body by the radio, turn it up
Another year gone still don't give a fuck
Begging for a dick pic
Ay, yea
Trillville
Yeah Lil Wyte nigga
Hypnotize
Y'all better get that shit right nigga
We don't give a fuck tonight nigga
Ay, y'all niggaz
Ay, yea
Trillville
Yeah Lil Wyte nigga
Hypnotize
Y'all better get that shit right nigga
We don't give a fuck tonight nigga
Ay, y'all niggaz
You can't come from the radio or suburb and
Try to hold these streets down, seen niggaz get beat down
Scarface and Jake, put this out on the map, I got
the room there's puddie clubs about to overflow
Holla at La Thunderoe tell him to put off some clothes
Get down to the club it's crunk as fuck I know he'll
Mafia for 12 years
We've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck
[Lil Wyte]
I'm from the bay I thrown them bows
Who
(they all go)
She get me, got it mean in the coupe (coupe)
Gettin' to that new Lil' Jon, Mac Dre shit
Gettin' stupid, dumb, nigga, extra lit
She gon'
got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne
[Chorus]
(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne,
on me
Bouncin 'round like Lil' Jon thinkin 'bout my dead homies
Watch I hit, need a lick, ain't 'gon get me a brick
I keep on losin shootin dice
is the A
Turn on the TV and all you see is the A
You niggas better make up a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on snappin' your fingers, I
and all you see is the A
You niggas better make up a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on snapping your fingers, I ain't going away
I don't regret what I
[Sauce Money]
(*Laughing*) Brooklyn
This is the set-off
Kay Sleezy
Take it to the streets nigga
Word up
Sauce Money
Uh, uh
Proper set-off
Don't get
So this is what I'm a do man, you know what I'm sayin'
I'm a get each of you niggaz, you know what I'm sayin'
From the bay by the be -ball piece,
scared to shoot
Three 6 Mafia for 12 years we've been getting it crunk
The kings from Memphis man riding in my Chevy Truck
I'm from the bay, I thrown them
It get active in this bitch, watch how I get it crunk
Standin' at the top, like my bed was bunked
Got these bitches watchin' like I was on TV
John
niggas
[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha fucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
Nigga I feel like startin some shit,
and I
the bathroom all peeing
They tried to charge but I told em I'm Lil Jon'y
I get away with everything cause I'm Lil Jon'y
I tell em that I'm 21 they din't believe
shots like Jon Gotti
That choppa chop yo chop up like Hibachi
Why you hating on a nigga like a Nazi
Aint no way no way a bitch can stop me
Told lil baby
crippled)
Only a family, cause Lil Jon Jon went and listened to him (what he do)
Bought him a gun, hopped on the streets, and started wreakin' havoc
Whole
been getting real crunk up off these meds
And if I get caught lacking I won't say shit to the feds
I'll beat her pussy down, i'm trying to incubate her
a hunt the lil vision, but you gotta find it all
I got some clients, and you can't get by at all
I got some money, and you can't get by at all
I got some
me, oh, 'member me (hey)
Take 'em way back, Lil Jon energy (Lil Jon)
Pockets real fat, Cashville ten a key (Young Buck)
Fire the blunt (woo), it done
jus walk like a threat
That bitch got hit right by a bus can't wait to see which one next
I get bands off computers I'm in love wit my check
I get bands
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