Текст песни The Hood

(Lil Jon Talkin´)

Ladies and Gentleman, (what?)
I´d like to welcome u.......(welcome what?)
To the life and times of Trillville (Trillville?)
I be ur God on this here Jonny (uh huh)
It´s ur boy Lil´Jon checkin´it (yea yeah)
And first-off (whaddup?)
I let my nigga Dirrty Mouth holla atchu.

(Dirrty Mouth)

We can take it to the street nigga if u got beef
Cus ain´t home wit it i´ma knock out ur teeth
Wear ur fake-ass niggas keepin´ talkin´ shit
I´m in ur damn house wit ur girl on my dick
I´m the realest muthafucka when it comes to makin´ hits
So shut tha fuck up before i bust u in the lip
The street life´s on for the best to go home
Is damn u late for a as I shine on the chrome
Aimin´ at ur doam buck-shot rain (rain)
I´m deep offa damn, when a nigga ´bout to explain
Nigga fuck tha fame all i want is the doe (doe)
My ain´t Dough Bussa so don´t be try me like a hoe
I´m not ur everyday dough that i´m at ur 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.

(Lil´ Jon Talkin´)

Dirrty Mouth spittin´at u bitches and niggas
(uh huh) ´specially tellin´u fake-ass nigga out there
(Fuck y´all) u know real recognize real
(Yeah) and fake niggas always wanna hate and shit
(Yeah) u hattin´ niggas we gon find y´all
We gon sip u out (Yeah) (hah)
Holla at them Don P.

(Don P)
I know for a fact u ain´t ready for the street
U suckas rain nigga on this country
U fall to the ground disrespect to my feet
U sound raw nigga go home u can´t compete
They tryna be me, they watch TV
They try to immitate and that´s what make ´em fake
Cus the hood ain´t 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 transation and won´t nodbody assin´
Until u raise ur mouth like a muthafuckin´ faggot
It ain´t no burriations niggas still hatin´
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Cus ain´t the music that they creatin´
Hoes that they savin´, Plans that they makin´
Whoever else like so i hate they fan bases (Yeeaah)

(Lil´ Jon Talkin´)

Y´all ain´t neva see a nigga like me
I´ve been all around the muthafuckin´ world
(All over the place nigga)
All over this bitch
U know hatin´ niggas everywhere u mu´fuckas go
Disrespect niggas everywhere u mu´fuckas go
But u know why? All them hatin´ niggas
They makes real niggas that best most strong (Yeah, yeeaah)
Tell 'em L.A.

(Lil´ Atlanta)
Look u ain´t ready for the streets (streets)
And u claim to be hard, but u weak (weak)
A bad bitch and u swear that beat (beat)
The only thang u probably touch was a feet (feet)
U bitchin´ me now, picture me i´m sorry
Get ur ass summen boi it ain´t workin´
U don´t want a Trill nigga u ????
U need to take ur ass home and neva ????
Give me the bitch hard like a dick (dick)
Ready to fuck (fuck) we ain´t takin´ shit (shit)
We gon bust ur knuts (pow pow pow pow)
But still some niggas do it for a mill (mill)
If times get hard then u gain up ur grill (grill)
Fo´real, the hood, man where a nigga live
And i ain´t trippin´, cus that where i had the deal
Shit, and made a young nigga even stronger
I guess that´s the reason why a nigga stay baller (Hey)

(Lil´ Jon Talkin´ Till End)

(Hey, hey) Yo, ain´t no nigga
Is gonna stop my muthafuckin´ paper (Neva that)
Non a nigga, uknawmean? (Yeah)
I´m out here on my hustle everyday (Yeah)
Nigga i ain´t sellin´ dope
But i´m sellin´ this beats and shit
Rhymes and all this bullshit (Yeah)
I´m sellin´ this Crunk Energy Drink (Yeah)
Yo, i´m sellin´all kinda shit
Nigga i´m CD´s, DVD´s, nigga
What eva u need (Uhh)
My niggas Trillville, they always gonna keep it muthafuckin´ real
BME, BME, BME Click (Yeah, Yeeaah)
We about this bitch!!!
Real stay real and fake always stay fake
Neva muthafuckin´ hate.