Master P - Bout It Bout It lyrics

[Verse 1 - Cam'ron] I represent where them k**ers at 145th and Broadway. You get your head cracked Get your legs snapped, arm-twist, ribs cracked Wig tapped, "play fair!" Day care, kids napped You think you real? Well, my posse is crazier Your moms? Mobbing and raping her, Saudi Arabia I'm 89 tho, Audi and Avias Beef in N O, I had to call No Limit up Baby MAC, baby Gat, sh** to wake the baby up Got my baby boo, cop the X5: that's a baby truck Santana rolling big, Jimmy in the Caddy Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati In the double-O I represent the C-O Please ho, Harlem World, 40th: that's me, yo Clips, 11 off. Bricks, get 7 off Snow so white only thing missing is 7 dwarfs [Hook- Master P] k**a Cam: you know he bout it, bout it Jim Jones: you know he bout it, bout it Freeky Z: you know he bout it, bout it Santana: that boy bout it, bout it Harlem World: you know they bout it, bout it Diplomats: you know they rowdy, rowdy 145th and Broadway, them boys real You know them boys they don't play [Verse 2 - Cam'ron] Aiiyo, I'm bouncing through an ounce or two My crib look like the Fountainblue A fountain too - no water, only pumping Mountain Dew Front on y'all little cats I was bound to do I made it where chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes I got head, but need more mouth 119th to the who*ehouse soon as the tour's out Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin' I pop ack over some oxycontin Cotton club and Roxy Robins Rubies and rocks we poppin' Booties, Uzis and Glocks'll stop em Battery on his head: copper-top him When I'm in the building, dogg, you've got to watch him Got to spot him, tre-8 a floor revolve him The D.A., sargeant and coroner's problem - now Highs get 8 done, Dipset don't play none Jim Jones, Freeky, k**a and the great one - Santana [Hook] [Verse 3 - Jim Jones] You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang 15th and Lennox, 9- tre, they do they own thing In Uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block Dogg, he move that water sh**, he like the network Over wet work. you come up short on that paper, get a wet shirt Then if you walking through Foster and Taft Flossing that cash then gangstas put the torch to your a** And I can't forget AK and Wagner My dogs straight crazy cause the AK'll blast ya One calling daddy Sheik and Q LB's and Sally beat your crew, now come on And dope stacks, right in front the liquor store Hennssey, lil me, me you know the flipped the raw Much upset, oh yeah they bout it 16 shots up out the Glock, I come up out it [Master P] I represent the South, now the world gonna feel us Worth $400 mil', still dumping gorillas I'm in the project posted up, like Toys 'R Us Retire my jersey -- 65 for every chicken I plucked Pa** the purple stuff, whoadie, it's time to get swerk Up on the block, 1,000 grams on Hogan and Kirk We in them t-shirts and doo rags Females all fall back when the No Limit boys in the house Haters get back. Hot One hold it down In foreign ghettoes. Big Boys, Uptown, Russian _ C-Murder locked up, but his name still ringin' Big Simp getting yoked, ridin', hustlin' and slangin' You know we bout it..I mean we rowdy! New Orleans to the ATL: you know they bout it bout it Saint Louis, they keep it swangin' L.A. to Las Vegas, them homies out there g**nin' Oklahoma to Tennessee, them boys ain't playin' Cause you know they B-O-U-T Texas, Florida; Detroit, Georgia Them boys dunn graduated from an 8th Up on to water-water Kansas bout it. Virginia rowdy! Illinois boys to Mississippi: bout it bout it New York, Arizona, the Bay Area, the whole California! North Carolina, South Carolina: throw dem bows Pennsylvania, Alabama: bout to let em know Missouri rowdy. Boston bout it! New Orleans and Rockafella: it's bout it bout it