paroles de chanson I'm Bout It, Bout It - feat. Master P and Mia X - Tru$

Yeah ha, I could never turn my back nigga (
Never) I could never forget where I came from This
For all my muthafuckin' soldiers native of New Orleans (
Louisiana) All you Tru soldiers, give it up for Richmond, California (
Puttin 'em on the map) Put em up, represent, where you from? (
Westside, Southside) Check out some of this down
South shit though nigga [Verse 1: Master P] 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 our own name 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 and 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 1, 2,
3 So give me your gold chain,
What 'bout your gold ring Niggas down South quick to put you in that
Body slang I mean that body cast, ha ha,
What 'bout that body bag You ain't thank quick,
That's why you on your ass And niggas stuntin', perpetratin',
Talkin' shit You roll through the projects,
You might get your wig split Mr crazy wanna borrow a quarter quarter
You best not fuck with them fools that gone on that
Water, water I mean that clicker juice, formaldehyde (
Dang like dat) Whatever you want,
The more they dip in cigarettes to get high Like some alcoholic,
Niggas don't even give a fuck They leave you stuck in that
Muthafuckin' black truck Break you
Off like some muthafuckin' 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 that 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 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,
Tru 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.
Servon 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 rowdy rowdy [Verse 2:
Mia X) I'm here to show a whole bunch of niggas that I'm bout it
Comin' from the Crescent,
Testin' nuts And ready to bust some of those who doubt it, I'm rowdy
As the fuck, hoes you best be backin' up From this below sea level ho
Comin' like a tornado Brings drama,
Either way I have to do this So break your selves,
Niggas here comes a woman to this Tru click The bitch you love to
Hate but yet ain't bold enough to face Cause Mia X will finish first
In this grand diva race I kick your ear hole's laced with my pimp
Stress funk Punks playa hate because they shit be bump But I dunk a
Niggas head into a toilet full of piss Cause in this drama field,
Fool we ain't takin' no shit Downtown Sixth Ward Laffitte on guard
Seven Ward hard heads, niggas out that Saint Bernard Ninth Ward,
Press Park, Desire, and Florida, New Orleans So bout it every day,
We comin' harder firewater Got them niggas gettin' high off my floss,
Gumbo Gris-gris plus my etouffee got 'em payin' twenty bones So bring
It on cause I gotta recognize No Limit and Mia X,
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
[Verse 3/
Outro: Master P] 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, Tennessee, 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, 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, he was bout' it,
Bout it Bounce bounce bounce fool if ya bout' it, bout it
Yeah, if you bout it,
Then say you bout it Being about it
Means you down to do whatever You bout it?
I'm bout' it