Bout It, Bout It Ii Lyrics - Master P

Ugg, ggg, hhh, hhh, it's time for the national anthem 

Y'all niggas bout it 

(I started this bout it, bout it) 

If you bout it, I mean you bout it, bout it 

(Get 'em up) 

(That mean you bout it, bout it) 

Well, say you bout it, bout it 

I represent, it's 1990-skrilla 

It's Master P and they labeled me a drug dealer 

'Cuz 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 

'Cuz we real, you betta guard your grill 

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'Cuz if we bout it, bout it 

If you ain't bout it, bout it you might get killed 

I represent where them killas at 

(T R U) 

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 'cuz 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 

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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 and leave their mothers cryin' 

(Fermalgahide) 

'Cuz their little boy is dead, 'cuz that color blue or red 

And wanta do what 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 

(Buddha) 

Nigga [unverified], 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, you know he's bout it, bout it 

(If you 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) 

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 'cuz he's back whisperin' it, anotha hit 

No Limit niggas in the house, plus on niggette 

With that pimp stress clout, now what they talkin' bout 

Beau coup hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope fiends 

Feel a taste from drame scenes 

Infrared beams aimin' at your forehead 

Ain't no fuckin' country boys 

Soldiers bringin' noise, leave you lyin' in red 

Puddles from a fuckin' [unverified] 

Now who will be the next to get they fuckin' shoes took off 

I really can't call it 'cuz once the gumbo be grievin' 

A nigga start ballin', strike up the second line band 

And put your black gear on 'cuz we gonna stay bout it, understood 

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 know they bout it bout it 

(You 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 Baton Rouge to Shreveport to New Orleans 

(They bout it) 

They bout it, I mean they rowdy 

(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)