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Song: | I'm Bout It, Bout It |
Album: | True | Genres: | |
Year: | | Length: | 331 sec |
Lyrics:
Yeah ha, I could never turn my back nigga (never) I could never forget where I came from This for all my motherfuckin' soldiers (Master P) Native of New Orleans, Louisiana (all you TRU soldiers) Give it up for Richmond, California (get 'em up in the air) (Puttin' 'em on the map) put 'em up Represent, where you from? (Westside, Southside) Check out some of this down South shit though, nigga You 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it If you 'bout it, 'bout it, well say you 'bout it, 'bout it I represent where them killers hang Third Ward, Calliope Projects, we got are own thing It's a small hood, but it's all good And Mr. Rogers ain't got shit up on my neighborhood I represent nothin' but G's (G's) From Richmond, California all the way back to New Orleans That murder capitol of the world so, fool, watch your back The mighty rise the clip but some tourist don't make it back And niggas ain't trippin' on yo' life, G (life, G) They ready to take your ass out before the count of one, two, three So give me your gold chain, what about your gold ring? Niggas down south quick to put you in that body sling I mean that body cast (ha ha), what about a body bag? You ain't think quick, that's why you on your ass And niggas stuntin', perpetratin, talkin' shit (huh) You roll through the projects, you might get your wig split Mr. Crazy wanna borrow a quarter You best not fuck with them fools that gone on that water water I mean that clicker juice (dang), Formaldehyde (like dat) Whatever you want, the more they dip in cigarettes to get high Like some alcohol, niggas don't even give a fuck They leave you stuck in that motherfuckin' black truck Break you off like some motherfuckin' Japanese (damn) Ain't no love in this hood, ain't no love for G's And these niggas killin' bitches too And these bitches settin' up niggas 'cause they don't give a fuck about you You gotta be 'bout it, 'bout it, 'cause I'm 'bout it, 'bout it Third Ward, Calliope Projects, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it And that Fourth Ward is 'bout it, 'bout it ('bout it, 'bout it) I mean that Fifth Ward, and Tenth Ward You know they 'bout it, 'bout it Twelfth ward, 'bout it, 'bout it And that Thirteenth, Seventeenth uptown, downtown, across the sea Bout it, 'bout it, 'cause we 'bout it, 'bout it My little homie Hot Minus Sign, they 'bout it, 'bout it 'Bout it, 'bout it, I mean we 'bout it, 'bout it King George, T-R-U, you know we 'bout it, 'bout it Silkk, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it My manager TC, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it Big Ed, 'bout it, 'bout it Sonya C, you know she 'bout it, 'bout it C-murder, 'bout it, 'bout it Mr. Serv-On is 'bout it, 'bout it Mo B Dick, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it Cally G, K-Lou, 'bout it, 'bout it Craig, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it And Mia X gonna kick some shit, she 'bout it, 'bout it I'm here to show a whole bunch of niggas (uptown soldiers) That I'm 'bout it (downtown roll with us) Comin' from the Crescent, testin' nuts (Eastside rollers) And ready to bust some of those who doubt it (West Coast rollers) I'm rowdy as the buck (uptown soldiers) So you best be backin' up (downtown roll with us) From this below sea level ho comin' like a tornado (Eastside rollers, West Coast rollers) Brings drama, either way I have to do this (uptown soldiers, downtown roll with us) So break your selves, niggas (Eastside rollers, West Coast rollers) Here comes a woman to this TRU click The bitch you love to hate (uptown soldiers) But yet ain't bold enough to face (downtown roll with us) 'Cause Mia X will finish first (Eastside rollers) In this grand diva race (West Coast rollers), I kick your earholes Laced with my pimpstress funk ('bout it, 'bout it) Punks playa hate (we 'bout it, 'bout it) Because they shit be bump (uptown, downtown, yeah, we 'bout it, 'bout it) But I dunk a niggas head into a toilet full of piss ('bout it, 'bout it) 'Cause in this drama field (we 'bout it, 'bout it) Fool, we ain't takin' no shit (uptown, downtown, yeah, we 'bout it, 'bout it) Downtown Sixth Ward left feet on guard (uptown soldiers, downtown roll with us) Seven Ward hard heads (Eastside rollers) Niggas out that Saint Bernard (West Coast rollers) Ninth Ward pressed for desire ('bout it, 'bout it) And Florida, New Orleans (we 'bout it, 'bout it) So 'bout it every day (if those punks talkin' shit) We comin' harder, firewater (then we 'bout it, 'bout it) Got them niggas gettin' high (we 'bout it, 'bout it) Off my floss, gumbo (we 'bout it, 'bout it) Re-greet 'em plus my ate two fate (all my No Limit bitches) Got 'em payin' twenty bones (show you 'bout it, 'bout it) So bring it on (we 'bout it, 'bout it) 'Cause I gotta recognize (we 'bout it, 'bout it) No Limit and Mia X (recognize, net flex, 'cause I'm 'bout it, 'bout it) Nigga, flex if you 'bout it, 'bout it You 'bout it, 'bout it, yeah, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it And rest in peace my girl, Jill, 'cause she was 'bout it, 'bout it I mean she 'bout it, 'bout it, she was 'bout it, 'bout it Them niggas from No Limit Records, you know we 'bout it, 'bout it Master P, you know I'm 'bout it, 'bout it The whole New Orleans, them motherfuckers are 'bout it, 'bout it Baton Rouge, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it Jackson, Tennesse, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it Alabama, even Georgia And all you other motherfuckers down in Southside Florida You know they 'bout it, 'bout it 'cause we 'bout it, 'bout it From Richmond, California to Oakland, they 'bout it, 'bout it Cross the Bay to San Fransisco to the Eastside Huh, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it Down in Kansas City, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it Kentucky, Ohio, Washington, 'cause they 'bout it, 'bout it Mean Green, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it Craig Street, huh, that nigga 'bout it, 'bout it Rock Raines, huh, ya know he's 'bout it, 'bout it My nigga Vercy Carter, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it Rasheem in the Magnolia, know ya 'bout it, 'bout it And all them niggas Uptown fuckin' 'bout it, 'bout it All them niggas bootin' up with that gold Bout it, 'bout it (bout it, 'bout it) Them niggas 'bout it, 'bout it (bout it, 'bout it) My little brother Kevin Miller, rest in peace (rest in peace) Young nigga, huh, he was 'bout it, 'bout it Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool, if ya 'bout it, 'bout it Yeah, if you 'bout it, say you 'bout it Being about it, that mean you down to do whatever You 'bout it? I'm 'bout it
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