เนื้อเพลง Get Some Crunk in Yo System - Lil Scrappy

[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 n*ggas)
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 (F*ck a slide, I'ma just swing)
Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall n*ggas 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 n*ggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get me, but n*gga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so n*gga dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection
Gun's for that n*gga 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
N*ggas 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
N*ggas gettin bunk and sh*t, dranking all the grey goose
Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came
Iits the same sh*t in the club, n*ggas fightin man.
Throwin bows and breaking chairs, n*ggas pullin hoes hair.
Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't care
Screamin out whateva side, all my n*ggas down to ride
If you think I'm lyin then you p*ssy n*ggas bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting n*ggas brain yo, for f*cking 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 n*gga. (cmon)

[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]

Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works
Take off my f*ckin 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 n*gga door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
Amen , I works hard for the south
These n*ggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these b*tches 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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