Lirik Lagu I'm Bout It Bout It - TRU
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featuring Mia X
Master P (talking)Yeah ha I could never turn my back nigga. (Never.)I could never forget where I came from.This for all my muthafuckin' soldiers. (Master P.)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.
You bout it, I'm bout it bout itIf you bout it bout it, well say you bout it bout itI represent where them killers hangThird Ward, Calliope Projects, we got are own nameIt's a small hood, but it's all goodAnd Mr. Rogers aint got shit up on my neighborhoodI represent nothin' but G's (G's)>From Richmond, California all the way back to New OrleansThat murder capitol of the world so fool watch your backThe mighty rise and clip but some tourist don't make it backAnd niggas aint trippin' on yo life G (Life G)They ready to take your ass out before the count of 1, 2, 3So give me your gold chain, what bout your gold ringNiggas down south quick to put you in that body slangI mean that body cast (ha ha), what bout that body bagYou aint thank quick, that's why you on your assAnd niggas stuntin', perpetratin, talkin shitYou roll through the projects you might get your wig splitMr. crazy wanna borrow a quarter quarterYou best not fuck with them fools that gone on that water waterI mean that clicker juice (Dang), fermaldahide (like dat)Whatever you want, the more they dip in cigarettes to get highLike some alcohol, niggas don't even give a fuckThey leave you stuck in that muthafuckin' black truckBreak you off like some muthafuc
Master P (talking)Yeah ha I could never turn my back nigga. (Never.)I could never forget where I came from.This for all my muthafuckin' soldiers. (Master P.)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.
You bout it, I'm bout it bout itIf you bout it bout it, well say you bout it bout itI represent where them killers hangThird Ward, Calliope Projects, we got are own nameIt's a small hood, but it's all goodAnd Mr. Rogers aint got shit up on my neighborhoodI represent nothin' but G's (G's)>From Richmond, California all the way back to New OrleansThat murder capitol of the world so fool watch your backThe mighty rise and clip but some tourist don't make it backAnd niggas aint trippin' on yo life G (Life G)They ready to take your ass out before the count of 1, 2, 3So give me your gold chain, what bout your gold ringNiggas down south quick to put you in that body slangI mean that body cast (ha ha), what bout that body bagYou aint thank quick, that's why you on your assAnd niggas stuntin', perpetratin, talkin shitYou roll through the projects you might get your wig splitMr. crazy wanna borrow a quarter quarterYou best not fuck with them fools that gone on that water waterI mean that clicker juice (Dang), fermaldahide (like dat)Whatever you want, the more they dip in cigarettes to get highLike some alcohol, niggas don't even give a fuckThey leave you stuck in that muthafuckin' black truckBreak you off like some muthafuc
