Bout It Bout It 2 Lyrics by Master P

Bout It Bout It 2 Lyrics

    [master p]
    Uggggghhhhhh, its time for the national anthem
    Y'all niggas bout it (i started this bout it, bout it)
    If you bout it (get em up), i mean you bout it, bout it
    (that mean you bout it, bout it) well say you bout it, bout it

    I represent, its 1990-skrilla
    It's master p and they labeled me a drug dealer
    Cause i'm bout it, i mean i'm rowdy
    I hang with these killas that everyone talk about
    We doin' this, we doin' that (we doin' what)
    We in the studio rippin' up dope tracks
    Cause we real, you betta guard your grill
    Cause if we bout it, bout it
    If you ain't bout it, bout it you might get killed
    I represent (t-r-u) where them killas at
    3rd ward, uptown, calliope on the map
    Back up off me, ain't no softy
    Betta guard your grill mothafuckas, we comin' hard g
    I got killas in the projects sellin' water
    I got niggas from new orleans to florida
    Bout it bout it (bout it, bout it)
    I mean they rowdy, rowdy (mean they rowdy, rowdy)
    You betta watch your shit cause niggas is bout it bout it
    I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap
    Lay you on the floor and tell you
    Bitch you betta break off some snaps or dead
    Put the pistol to your head
    Ain't no love where i'm from, but you niggas in the grave
    I mean they dyin', i mean they fryin'
    Gone off that juice (fermalgahide) and leave their mothers cryin'
    Cause their little boy is dead
    Cause that color blue or red
    And wanta do waht them other ballas said
    To make some snaps, i mean to make some money
    To break it up on the street, but this game ain't funny
    You want that beat in, ain't no way out
    But death or that mothafuckin' jailhouse
    If you bout it, say you bout it
    I roll with some niggas that are bout it bout it
    I mean we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas bout it, bout it
    Bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you bout it, bout it

    C-murder is bout it, bout it (show them gold ones, show them gold ones)
    Big ed you know he's bout it, bout it (bhudda
    Nigga ????, that nigga bout it, bout it (get up off hin)
    Big man and the caleo is bout it, bout it (bounce, bounce, bounce)
    Mercy caller you know he's bout it bout it
    And cali-g in california is bout it, bout it
    Mo b. dick (if you bout it) you know he's bout it bout it
    Nick pokey you know he's bout it bout it
    Klc of the parkway is bout it, bout it
    And mr. serv-on is bout it bout it
    And rasheen and the mack know yas bout it bout it
    Sonya-c you know she bout it bout it
    Silkk the shocker you know he's bout it bout it
    And mia x is bout to kick some flava (she's rowdy, rowdy)

    [mia x]
    Niggas know that i'm bout it already, i can prove it
    So when they hear my voice, they all know i come to do shit
    Mia x representin', puttin' it down for the south
    Keep a shank in my sock and bullet in my mouth
    So don't doubt the angel like voice, come across
    Get your cucumber sliced and you messy hoe tossed, boss bitch
    I keep em sick from the way i kick my shit
    And klc got em scared cause he's back whisperin' it, anotha hit
    No limit niggas in the house, plus on niggette
    With that pimpstress clout, now what they talkin' bout
    Beaucoup hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope fiends
    Fel a taste from drame scenes
    Infared beams aimin' at your forehead
    Ain't no fuckin' country boys
    Soldiers bringin' noise, leave you lyin' in red
    Puddles froma fuckin' ????
    Now who will be the next to get they fuckin' shoes took off
    I really can't call it, cause once the gumbo be grieven
    A nigga start ballin'
    Strike up the second line band
    And put your black gear on cause we gonna stay bout it, understood

    [master p]
    Bitch i been bout it, i mean we bout it, bout it
    From kansas city to st. louis they bout it, bout it (they rowdy)
    Down in memphis you know they bout it bout it
    From l.a. to alabama they bout it bout it
    Washington to carolina to georgia (they bout it)
    Cincinnati, port arthur, to florida
    Chattanooga, ohio, detroit (do that gangsta walk)
    Lexington kentucky to louisville (you bout it) you know they bout it bout it

    I mean they rowdy (break it up)
    From richmond california to san francisco, to oakland they bout it bout it
    Down in houston they bout it bout it
    The northside, the southside, you know they bout it bout it
    From dallas to waco to austin (they been bout it)
    To jackson to mississippi them niggas flossin' (means they bout it)
    B and m's on triple-gold and they bout it
    That's how these gangstas roll
    From lafayette to lake charles to chicago to florida
    To batton rouge to shreveport to new orleans (they bout it)
    They bout it, (they rowdy) i mean they rowdy
    In little rock, arkansas they bangin' i mean they bout it
    My homie tre-8, they bout it
    Loony skull dugrey you know that fool is bout it
    Ken frank, raw wayne, jeff b, mean green, dj roe, greg streep
    Levi, may he rest in peace
    And all the other motha-niggas that are dead
    Like my little brother kevin miller that was bout it bout it
    Bout it (bout it bout it)

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