Tru Bout It Bout It Lyrics
See they don't respect the company cuase it's black. My homies use code names, Like l. d., big champ, slim, t dove, and big mann. Hit em up (hit em up) stick em up, pick em up. If you ain't bout it, bout it you might get killed. Craig Bazile, Mia Young, Percy Miller. I could never turn my back nigga (never) I could never forget where I. came. Cause in this drama field fool, we ain't takin no shit. You are, cause you the real ice cream man and my favorite rap. And when you sellin candy trust nobody. BOUT IT (bout it bout it).
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I shouldnt rob a nigga, i might kill yah. Sellin' ki's from oversea's, what you want it, nigga please, You plottin' on a playa like a money hungry bitch, mad cuz a. nigga. Keep em 2 for 5, niggaz i got it 4 for 3. Got them niggas gettin' high off my flows, gumbo. Big Ed, bout it, bout it. Puttin in work for some pamper money. Hu nigga be hustlin. Ya fucks around wit my money and now your runnin. Wanta ask me some questions? Hit em with left blows. Brown weed's for suckas, nigga) pass him the sweet. Related: Master P Lyrics.
Jumped in my cutlass, rollin on switches, Gold they shinin down south dealin bitches. And i today know that i'm gonna blast. Fuck the dumb shit, i run this, a whole life of crime. And have ozs like the wizard. Niggaz sippin bort, niggaz on that furl. Your ass be on the run i can't keep bullets up in my fucking gun. I mean they rowdy, rowdy (mean they rowdy, rowdy). Youngsta, kickin with the hustlas. Gangstas make the world go round (repeat 2x). From Richmond, California to Oakland they bout it, bout it. When it comes to mine my ruger 9's on cock. I get down for my skrilla. I mean you know that dank (oooowheeee! )
Bout It Bout It Master P Lyrics
Allegiance, to the game of the united streets of. My little homie Hot Minus Sign, they 'bout it, 'bout it. Even have some bitches crying trying to get into the gate. Yea son, what is that, what you call that?.
Gettin high in my cadillac. You get kidnapped if you a ?. Master P Bout It, Bout It II Comments. We run this place, and i say the same shit, with a gun up in my. It ain't a east or west coast thing, nigga. Escaping, po-po's chasin, want ta catch me but they cain't. But i saw him followin on the highway. I got the a-k spray hit the window (lay it down) duck. My manager T. C. you know he bout it, bout it. Ya'll ain't ready but i ain't mystikal, i'm a deala. Snitches, Got me stressin' to keep my nerves calm, and i'm livin' in this. Swamp niggaz comin up, blowin like killa.
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But that'd be some hoe shit. Pockets full of drug money and crack, heroin. Cause i only sell the best to you, Mo b. dick: indeed i do! I kick your earholes laced with my pimpstress funk. Oh yeah, pick me up a dkny purse boo'. And Mr. Rogers ain't got shit on my neighborhood.
Will i ever see the man upstairs i know my chances are slim. 24-7, 365 in a motherfuckin year. Independent, thats why they hate me. Cut the shit up like machetti, chop the shit up like grass. And i be seeing shit that ain't it ain't there. On some gold thangs, watch all them hoes follow. Died and went Hell, came back, down to do whatever. But I'll dunk a nigga's head into a toilet full of piss. Get to whoopin like danny glover, smother like jelly. Time fo my ghetto cheeze. And all y'all up there soldiers. So i'm a hustle and sell my d (dopeman).
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Stupid mutha fucker) what now mutha fucka. A fucking tight hoe. They would probably arrest you and steal all your dope, so you. Paroles2Chansons dispose d'un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM). And i'ma brake those for no one.
Lex Luthor, Ferraris, windows be bulletproof. Cotton candy, candy! Tryin' to kill a fuckin' president, neva find shit my games. Like a fat pig and ?ferejano?.