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Hood Lyrics

from King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Trillville & Lil' Scrapp

"Hood" is track #1 on the album King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Trillville & Lil' Scrapp. It was written by Love, Craig/smith, Jonathan H/glaze, Jamal Deandre.
"Hood" is track #1 on the album King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Trillville & Lil' Scrapp. It was written by Love, Craig/smith, Jonathan H/glaze, Jamal Deandre.

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Ladies and gentleman
Id like to welcome you
(Welcome what?)
To the life and times of Trillville
I be your God on this here Jonny
(Uh huh)

Its your boy LilJon checkin it
(Yeah yeah)
And first-off
I let my nigga Dirrty Mouth holla atchu

We can take it to the street nigga if u got beef
'Cus aint home wit it Ima knock out your teeth
Wear your fake-ass niggas keepin talkin shit
Im in your damn house wit your girl on my dick

Im the realest muthafucka when it comes to makin hits
So shut tha fuck up before I bust you in the lip
The street lifes on for the best to go home
Is damn you late for a as I shine on the chrome

Aimin at your doam buck-shot rain
Im deep offa damn, when a nigga bout to explain
Nigga fuck tha fame all I want is the doe
My aint Dough Bussa so dont be try me like a hoe

Im not your everyday 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 nigga act a fool if a nigga break the rule, fo real

Dirrty Mouth spittin at you bitches and niggas
(Uh huh)
Specially tellin you fake-ass nigga out there
(Fuck yall)
You know real recognize real
And fake niggas always wanna hate and shit

You hattin niggas we gon' find yall
We gon' sip you out
(Yeah, hah)
Holla at them Don P

I know for a fact you aint ready for the street
You suckas rain nigga on this country
You fall to the ground disrespect to my feet
You sound raw nigga go home you cant compete

They tryna be me, they watch TV
They try to imitate and thats what make em fake
'Cus the hood aint actin niggas start relaxin
Thinkin they can live in this world without packin

Somethin Janet Jackson, nigga still lovin
And how we broke it down like a muthafuckin cratchin
Too transaction and wont nobody assin
Until you raise your mouth like a muthafuckin fagot

It aint no burriations niggas still hatin
But I guess, I hate too 'cus aint the music that they creatin
Hoes that they savin, Plans that they makin
Whoever else like so I hate they fan bases

Yall aint neva see a nigga like me
Ive been all around the muthafuckin world
(All over the place nigga)
All over this bitch
You know hatin niggas everywhere you mufuckas go

Disrespect niggas everywhere you mufuckas go
But you know why? All them hatin niggas
They makes real niggas that best most strong
(Yeah, yeah)
Tell `em L.A.

Look you aint ready for the streets
And you claim to be hard, but you weak
A bad bitch and you swear that beat
The only thang you probably touch was a feet

You bitchin me now, picture me Im sorry
Get your ass summen boi it aint workin
You dont want a Trill nigga you [unverified]
You need to take your ass home and neva [unverified]

Give me the bitch hard like a dick
Ready to fuck, we aint takin shit
(Fuck, shit)
We gon' bust your knuts
(Pow pow pow pow)
But still some niggas do it for a mill

If times get hard then you gain up your grill
Fo real, the hood, man where a nigga live
And I aint trippin, 'cus that where I had the deal
Shit, and made a young nigga even stronger
I guess thats the reason why a nigga stay baller

(Hey, hey)
Yo, aint no nigga
Is gonna stop my muthafuckin paper
(Neva that)
Non a nigga, youknawmean?
Im out here on my hustle everyday

Nigga I aint sellin dope
But Im sellin this beats and shit
Rhymes and all this bullshit
Im sellin this crunk energy drink

Yo, Im sellinall kinda shit
Nigga Im CDs, DVDs, nigga
What Eva you need
My niggas Trillville, they always gonna keep it muthafuckin real

BME, BME, BME click
(Yeah, yeah)
We about this bitch
Real stay real and fake always stay fake
Neva muthafuckin hate


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