Текст песни Bout It, Bout It II - 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
'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
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)
1 Bout It, Bout It II
2 Make 'Em Say Ugh
3 How Ya Do Dat
4 Bounce Dat Azz
5 Thug Girl
6 I Got the Hook-Up!
7 Hot Boys & Girls
8 Souljas
9 Mr. Ice Cream Man
10 My Ghetto Heroes
11 Bout Dat
12 Step To Dis
13 Break 'Em Off Somethin'
14 Burbons and Lacs
15 Goodbye to My Homies
16 I Miss My Homies
17 Is There a Heaven For a Gangsta?
18 If I Could Change
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