Lil Scrappy - Get Some Crunk In Yo System lyrics

[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***as) 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** a slide, I'ma just swing) Get some crunk in yo system (A, B, Yall n***as 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***as get excited Cause they think they fixinta get me, but n***a i'm a riot By myself I'ma riot, so n***a dont try it Gun's I collect em, gun's for protection Gun's for that n***a 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***as 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***as gettin bunk and sh**, dranking all the grey goose Throwin signs up in the air, representing from where they came Iits the same sh** in the club, n***as fightin man. Throwin bows and breaking chairs, n***as pullin hoes hair. Runnin through the club with they click cause they don't care Screamin out whateva side, all my n***as down to ride If you think I'm lyin then you p**y n***as bet not try I'ma let you know, that I never been the scary ho Busting n***as brain yo, for f**ing with my game ho Then leave yo a** chained tho, in the the middle of your yard. I'ma pull yo card, for actin hard, down the boulevard n***a. (cmon) [Hook x2: Trillville (Lil Jon)] Guess who they called up? Out of the wood works Take off my f**in 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***a 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***as playin hard wit they thumb in they mouth The house, the car, these b**hes bustin out they bras Just so they can show they titties to a star. Baby my doors ajar, the pa**enger 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)] [Hook x2]