TRU - I'm Bout It, Bout It (feat. Mia X) | Текст песни

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[Intro: Master P]
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, fermaldahide (Dang like dat)
Whatever you want, the more they dip in cigarettes to get high
Like some alcohol, 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 cause 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

[Hook: Master P]
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, they bout' it, bout it
Mean Green, you know he 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 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, say you bout it
Being about it means you down to do whatever
You bout it? I'm bout' it

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