Lyrics Bout That - Jay Rock
Nigga
I′m
'bout
that,
′bout
that,
'bout
that
X2
Nigga
I'm
bout
that,
show
you
why
I′m
′bout
that.
No
mask,
dirty
pistols
show
you
why
I'm
′bout
that.
I'm
in
the
hood
all
day
broken
plumbing
Sew
a
nigga
down
for
anything
just
to
get
some
money
The
homie
cousin
down
from
Oklahoma,
Trying
to
work
him
a
spot.
It
ain′t
gone
work
in
his
favor
if
I
don't
see
no
paper
I′m
mad
Frustrated,
you
can
say
doing
bad
Took
a
lost,
to
bounce
back,
I
need
a
brick
and
a
half
You
ain't
gon'
front
me?
I′m
on
your
front
steps
like
the
mailman,
better
yet
your
backdoor
You
dead
on
your
back
porch
Cooperate
or
get
laid
down
Got
nine
ounces
on
the
table,
get
′em
right
now
It's
cutthroat
in
these
projects,
young
niggas
would
rob
they
own
uncle
Blame
it
on
the
next
nigga
and
kill
′em
when
they
want
to
Raised
in
the
jungle,
orangutans
and
Rah-Rah
Twelve-year-olds
hold
backpacks
with
Blah-Blahs
You
wonder
why
we
act
this
way?
It's
the
end
of
the
month,
you
know
that
them
check
come
late!
I
make
everybody
feel
it
when
I′m
on
one
Make
'em
feel
it
when
I′m
on
one
I
show
no
sympathy
for
no
one,
especially
when
I'm
on
one
Nigga
I'm
′bout
that
(′bout
that),
I
show
you
why
I'm
′bout
that.
No
mask,
dirty
pistols
show
you
why
I'm
′bout
that.
I
show
no
sympathy
for
no
one,
especially
when
I'm
on
one
Two
11′s
turned
to
a
187
in
a
second
when
I'm
wilding
with
the
Wesson
Don't
believe
me?
Ask
the
last
dead
nigga
for
a
reverend
Smokers
up
the
block,
with
a
lot,
of
change
and
shit
Got
a
dime,
need
a
dub,
I
need
change
and
shit
Same
clothes,
three
days
I
never
change
for
shit
Got
to
code
a
scheme
to
snatch
a
nigga
chain
then
split
Like
I
catch
him
off
guard
trying
to
floss
at
the
mall
Them
some
nice
shines,
nigga,
take
that
off!
(man,
my
grand
momma
gave
me
that
chain)
Sometimes
you
got
to
Re-up
to
make
that
back
Got
to
grind
overtime
just
to
pick
up
that
slack
I
sold
some
to
the
hommie
momma,
lost
a
couple
customers
Narcs
in
V-necks
fit
in
just
to
fuck
with
us
Identifying
hustlers
Now
I
made
small
time,
small
nine,
still
ain′t
slop-py
I′m
strapped
at
the
swap
meet
'Cuz
niggas
know
I
(BANG!)
Better
use
it
Mother
Fucker
or
I′mma
bust
your
(BANG!)
Nigga
I'll
be
damned
if
a
Nigga
don′t
eat
out
here
Slang
crack,
slang
water,
slang
weed
out
here
Slang
pussy,
slang
meth,
slang
E
out
here
Catch
him
at
the
light,
right
before
his
cars
switch
gears
ScHoolboy
Q,
tell
'em
we
ain′t
thinking
'bout
no
fair
warns
([ScHoolboy
Q]
Ready
to
rock
'em,
bring
them
choppers,
knock
him
out
his
Air
1′s)
Pistol
poppers
make
them
helicopters
into
AirComm
Yelling
out
redruM,
Murder!
Murder!
Get
me
in
that
window
then
I,
Serve
ya!
Serve
ya!
Scurve
in
that
′Burban
Swerving
like
curse
'em
Fuck
that
double
back,
slap
it
in
park
Hop
out,
blam
blam,
hop
back
in
before
it
get
dark
In
broad
daylight
Nigga
What′s
your
day
like
Nigga
I'm
surrounded
by
nighttime
hustlers
and
daylight
killers
Daylight
skrilla,
whenever
them
chips
ain′t
straight
Make
'em
stip
like
Magic
City
on
a
monday!
Rock!!
1 Intro - (Skit)
2 Code Red
3 Bout That
4 No Joke
5 No Joke
6 Hood Gone Love It
7 Hood Gone Love It
8 Westside
9 Westside
10 Elbows
11 Boomerang
12 All I Know Is
13 I'm Thuggin
14 Kill Or Be Killed
15 Kill or Be Killed
16 Just Like Me
17 Say Wassup
18 Say Wassup
19 They Be On It
20 M.O.N.E.Y.
21 Finest Hour
22 Finest Hour
23 Life's a Gamble
24 All My Life
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