Lil' Scrappy: Get some crunk in yo system

[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 niggas)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 (Fuck a slide, I'ma just swing)Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall niggas 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 itThey see me at a show, them niggas get excitedCause they think they fixinta get me, but nigga i'm a riotBy myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try itGun's I collect em, gun's for protectionGun's for that nigga that try me and learned a lessonCause they dont say B.S'n, Im good with my weaponAin't never been a lame in the game I respect itI'm looking for trouble, my own label just found out that I'm a monsterBut it's too late cause I done signed for, a hundred or somethingAin't nothing I'm ruthless, still producingCut me a check or you'll find yo self toothlessI'm Don Corleone, Keep it trill with no confusingNiggas say I'm trillThey aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)]Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me looseNiggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey gooseThrowin signs up in the air, representing from where they cameIits the same shit in the club, niggas fightin man.Throwin bows and breaking chairs, niggas pullin hoes hair.Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't careScreamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to rideIf you think I'm lyin then you pussy niggas bet not tryI'ma let you know, that I never been the scary hoBusting niggas brain yo, for fucking with my game hoThen leave yo ass chained tho, in the the middle of your yard.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 worksTake off my fuckin shirt, I'm reppin to the dirtI'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for the AI'm ridin 21, on my Impala sonI'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red ho.Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga doorOff the hinges, I'm relentlessI represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)Amen , I works hard for the southThese niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouthThe house, the car, these bitches bustin out they brasJust so they can show they titties to a star.Baby my doors ajar, the passenger tooI'm ready to ride, so whats up boo? (yeaaah)Keepin it real,Keepin it trillReppin the ville,I sho will[Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)][Hook x2]