Trillville Lyrics
Trillville Lyrics
"Get Some Crunk In Yo System Lyrics"
Your Imagination Lyrics
(Brian Wilson/Joe Thomas/S.R. Dahl) New Executive Music/On The Fox Music, Inc Another car running fast Another song on the beach I take a trip through the past When summer? way out of reach Another walk in the park When I need something to do And when I feel all alone Sometimes I think about you You take my hand Smile and say you don? unders
(Brian Wilson/Joe Thomas/S.R. Dahl) New Executive Music/On The Fox Music, Inc Another car running fast Another song on the beach I take a trip through the past When summer? way out of reach Another walk in the park When I need something to do And when I feel all alone Sometimes I think about you You take my hand Smile and say you don? unders
[Hook x1: Trillville (Pastor Troy)]
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)
[Don P]
I can feel it, ya hater's dont like it
They see me at a show, them niggas get excited
Cause they think they finna get me, but nigga i'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga dont try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection
Gun's for that nigga that try me and learned a lesson
Cause there aint no
Cut Your Roses Down Lyrics
And it comes down to this When you take a look Got to find a reason, find it out What the fuck it's about All you lovers take a look around Before they cut your roses down All they have is bones and blood Don't they know that love is around? Make your way through the pain You got no one to blame Put a rope around, push it into the ground second guessin, Im good with my weapon
Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it. First it ain't no mercy,
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 (heh heh heh)
Niggas say I'm trill
They aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah
[Hook x4: Trillville (Pastor Troy)]
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]
Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me
Niggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose
Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came
Its 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 care
Screamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
If you think I'm lyin then you pussy niggas bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking 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 nigga. (cmon)
[Hook x4: Trillville (Pastor Troy)]
[Pastor Troy]
Guess who they called up
Take off my fuckin shirt, I'm reppin to the dirt
I'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for the A
I'm ridin 21s, on my Impala son
I'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red ho.
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
Amen , I works hard for the south
These niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches 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 is
[Hook x4: Trillville (Pastor Troy)]
And it comes down to this When you take a look Got to find a reason, find it out What the fuck it's about All you lovers take a look around Before they cut your roses down All they have is bones and blood Don't they know that love is around? Make your way through the pain You got no one to blame Put a rope around, push it into the ground
Ain't never been a lame in the game I respect it. First it ain't no mercy,
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 (heh heh heh)
Niggas say I'm trill
They aint hard I can prove it.........yeaaaah
[Hook x4: Trillville (Pastor Troy)]
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]
Im sippin on the crunk juice, Hennessy to get me
Hey Joe (version) Lyrics
Sixty Days Honey, the way you play guitar makes me feel so, makes me feel so masochistic. The way you go down low deep into the neck and I would do anything, and I would do anything and Patty Hearst, you're standing there in front of the Symbionese Liberation Army flag with your legs spread, I was wondering will you get it every night from a black revolutionary man and his women o
loose Sixty Days Honey, the way you play guitar makes me feel so, makes me feel so masochistic. The way you go down low deep into the neck and I would do anything, and I would do anything and Patty Hearst, you're standing there in front of the Symbionese Liberation Army flag with your legs spread, I was wondering will you get it every night from a black revolutionary man and his women o
Niggas gettin bunk and shit, dranking all the grey goose
Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came
Its 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 care
Screamin out whateva side, all my niggas down to ride
If you think I'm lyin then you pussy niggas bet not try
I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho
Busting niggas brain yo, for fucking 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 nigga. (cmon)
[Hook x4: Trillville (Pastor Troy)]
[Pastor Troy]
Guess who they called up
Set Yourself On Fire Lyrics
In a village in the hills House buried to the window sills in snow In a prison yard at night An Alsatian barking for the stars to go In the attic of a house In the slats of light which creep across the room In a forest grove at dawn Where the animals sleep hidden in the gloom On the 97th floor overlooking Tokyo In Camden road in a second floor
? Out of the wood works In a village in the hills House buried to the window sills in snow In a prison yard at night An Alsatian barking for the stars to go In the attic of a house In the slats of light which creep across the room In a forest grove at dawn Where the animals sleep hidden in the gloom On the 97th floor overlooking Tokyo In Camden road in a second floor
Take off my fuckin shirt, I'm reppin to the dirt
I'm reppin to the grave, I'm reppin for the A
I'm ridin 21s, on my Impala son
I'm smokin big dro, I'm with the red ho.
Her cousin got that blow, we kicked that nigga door
Off the hinges, I'm relentless
I represent this, can I get a witness (Amen)
Amen , I works hard for the south
These niggas playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth
The house, the car, these bitches 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 is
[Hook x4: Trillville (Pastor Troy)]
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