Im Bout It Bout It Lyrics

Im Bout It Bout It lyrics

[Master P]

I could never turn my back, nigga (never) I could never forget
where I

came

from (this for all my muthafuckin soldiers) Master P
(Master P) native

of

New Orleans (Indiana) all ya'll TRU soldiers
(New Orleans, Louisiana)

get

em in the air (get em up Richmond,
California) puttin em on the map.

Put em

up, represent. Where ya
from? (west side, south side) check out some

of

this Down South
shit though, nigga

You bout it?

I'm bout it, bout it

If you
bout it, bout it, well say you you bout it

I represent, where them killas
hang

3rd Ward Calliope projects we got our own thang

It's a small
hood, but it's all good

And Mr. Rogers ain't got shit on my
neighborhood

I represent nothin but Gs

From Richmond, California
all the way back to New Orleans

That murdle capital of the world, so,
fool, watch yo back

Somebody ??? through here, but some tourists don't
make it back

And niggaz ain't trippin on yo life, G

They ready to
take yo ass out before the count of 1-2-3

Some gimme yo could chain, what
about yo gold ring?

Niggaz from Down South quick to put you in that body
slang

I mean that body cast, what about a body bag?

You ain't think
quick, that's why you on yo ass

And niggaz stuntin, perpetratin, talk
shit

You roll through the projects, you might get yo wig split

Ms.
Lil Crazy wanna borrow a quarter

You better not fuck with them fools
that's gone on that water, water

I mean that clicker juice (damn)
fermalghahyde

Whatever you wanna call it, they dippin cigarettes to get
high

Like some alcoholics, niggaz don't even give a fuck

They leave
ya stuck in that muthafuckin black truck

Break you off like some
muthafuckin Japanese

Ain't no love in this hood, ain't