Lyrics:
and comsumers 'cause we had athis lil city down in
Alabama Boomin' so we just do it
Did it like Nike
And even wit this wifebeater on
I still got somethin up my
T.I., I told 'em how the be fly
Way before Nelly, I was up in the telly
Before JD, I was jigglin' baby
Before Lil' Jon, I put the South on
Before
wit my son and my daughter
If you had twenty four hours to live just think
Where would you go?
What would you do?
Who would you screw?
And who
YEAH! check this out (what's up?)
You bout to witness
Some real muthafuckin game (okay)
All the way from the muthafuckin STL (okay)
Wit ya boy Lil
feat. Lil Jon, Twista
[Lil Jon:]
Yeah (Yeaaaahhhh!)
there's a lotta f*** n****s in the club tonight,
(f*** em, f*** em, f*** em)
but its gonna
(Hold... hold... hold onto your wits!)
Break down
This is a bust (Hold onto your wits!)
All you sorry motherfuckers up against the wall
If
Go figure
You were the trigger
You brought me to an obstructed view
When you knew the picture was bigger
Who am I kiddin'?
Knew from
neega(?)
Wouldn't even give my man a 12 bar feature
I know who you are cause he wanted me to eat ya
I said nah lets keep it peaceful
My nigga was a true weed
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
Oh shit put ya middle fingers up on this one
Oh this is the one right here yo
OH we finna get real crunk
Up in this motherfucka man
Lil Jon
And if you like that alright then we got what you need
And if you like that nasty broad then we got low ki's
Dog who got um? we got that white girl
But nigga fuck what you goin through this 2-0
And by tha time I'm 17 if I ain't in tha pin
I'm on a mission wit tha homeboys mashin again
Ridin,
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
Ice wit' it
Shake down, niggas'll throw some dice in it
Put your Money on Chuck or in 9-9, you're fucked
Try your luck, stress this red-head
I mix blood
smell it when you're fuckin' wit dank
Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank, fuckin' wit dank
(Yah baby, I tell ya)
Fuckin' wit dank, fucking wit dank,
money like I'm down South, Wednesday the third, it's on
More dough to get, more shows to rip
I suggest you all roll with the clique, who you wit
scared
You just want to fuck R.S.V.P and I'll be there
But it's only for this one night
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon]
Shawty let me know what's up wit it
from all of my bitches
Who don't got love for niggaz without dubs?
Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge gi, ge gi gi gi bounce wit me, bounce
my Shit so i stay supa drunk
ridin downtown wit a shot of tiquila
jon introduced me to the gang i'm hot like refa A!
[Chorus: lil scrappy (lil' jon
Blue flag, steady dissin' his dead ass
Who died? I'm in love wit' her red ass
Grimy lil' nigga gone empty the whole mag
Such a slimy lil' nigga, in
bark, they hear the boom, but you see the spark
And I see the part of your head which used to be your face
Leave you placed by nothin', for bluffin',
somethin', bumpin' BIG "Hypnotize" wit' her
Pray you get that job in Tampa
That's only four hours away
Take a car, take a plane
Baby, whichever is faster
close your mouth bitch
Turn it up loud it hit's
Jazze Pha and Lil Jon I told
You all about the shit
like OG Lil' Jon, what?
Fuck a little percentage, I would've gave your ass the world
Tryna fuck my girl
Tryna disrespect me, bitch, respect the first
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