Bout It Bout It..., Pt3 Lyrics - Diplomats

[Intro: Master P] + (Cam'Ron) 

Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these niggaz 

Ya'heard me 

(Let's do it my nigga) 

Well do your dizang 

(There's nothin', man) 

(Up top, down south, right) 

Oh yeah, oh yeah 

(We bout it) 

Aiight whoadie 

(Yeah) 

Yo, this one here goes out to them boys 

That's bout it, bout it 

Master P, Cam'Ron 

We takin' this from the South to the East 

Uhhhhh 

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[Cam'Ron] 

I represent, where them killers at 

145th and Broadway you get your head cracked 

Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked 

Wig tapped, play fair day care kids napped 

You think you real, well my posse is crazier 

Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia 

I'm 89 and oh, Audi and eightiers 

Beef in N-O I had to call No Limit up 

Baby mack baby gat love the way the baby 

Got my baby boo, cop the X5, that's a baby truck 

Santana rollin' big, Jimmy in the Caddy 

Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati 

In the Double-O I represent the C-O 

Please ho, Harlem World forty if that's me, yo 

Clipse eleven or bricks get seven off 

Snow so white only thing missin' is seven dwarfs 

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[Hook] [Master P] 

Killa Cam, you know he bout it, bout it 

Jim Jones, you know he bout it, bout it 

Freeky Z, you know he bout it, bout it 

Santana, that boy bout it, bout it 

Harlem World, you know they bout it, bout it 

Diplomats, you know they rowdy, rowdy 

145th and Broadway, them boys real 

You know them boys, they don't play 

[Cam'Ron] 

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an ounce or two 

My crib look like the Fountainblue 

A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew 

Front on y'all little cats I was bound to do 

I made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes 

I got head but need more mouth 

119th to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out 

Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin' 

I pop ack over some oxi cotton 

Cotton club and Roxy Robins 

Rubies and rocks we poppin' 

Booties, oozies and glocks'll stop 'em 

Battery on his head, copper top him 

When I'm in the building dogg, you got to watch him 

Got to spot him tray eight a floor revolver 

The D.A., seargent and coroner's problem - now 

Highs get eight done, dips that don't play none 

Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana 

[Hook] 

[Jim Jones] 

You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang 

15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing 

In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block 

Dogg he move that water shit, he like the network 

Over wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet shirt 

Then if you walkin' through Foster and Taft 

Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass 

And I can't forget AK and Wagner 

My dogs straight crazy 'cause the AK'll blast ya 

One callin' daddy Sheik and Q 

LB's and Sally beat your crew, now come on 

And dope stacks, right in front the liquor store 

Hennesy, lil' me me you know the flipped the raw 

Much upset, oh yeah they bout it 

16 shots up out the glock I come about it 

[Master P] 

140 Lennox, you know they bout it, bout it 

Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy 

Master P, the New No Limit 

You see us hustlas keep it real, that's why we keep winnin' 

Blackadome, you know he bout it, bout it 

Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdy 

Gameface on, man we gangstas fo' sho 

CP-3 representin' Dirty South, the N-O 

C-Murder, hold the block down 

We get paper whoadie even on lockdown 

ATL, you know they bout it, bout it 

Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy, rowdy 

L.A., you know they bout it, bout it 

Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy 

Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they B-O-U-T 

Seattle bout it, Hawaii rowdy 

Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, bout it 

Indiana, you know they bout it 

St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy, rowdy 

Phoenix bout it, Milwaukee bout it 

The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy, rowdy 

[Outro][Jim Jones & Master P] 

Bounce bounce bounce bounce 

Bounce bounce bounce bounce 

(You know they rowdy, rowdy) 

Bounce bounce bounce fool 

Bounce bounce bounce bounce 

(You know they rowdy, rowdy) 

Bounce bounce bounce bounce 

Bounce bounce bounce bounce 

(You know they rowdy, rowdy) 

Bounce bounce bounce fool