Ugg, ggg, hhh, hhh, it's time for the national Y'all niggas it (I started this bout it, it) If you bout it, I mean you it, bout it (Get 'em up) (That mean you bout it, it) Well, say you bout it, it
I represent, 1990-skrilla Master P and they labeled me a drug dealer 'Cuz I'm bout it, I I'm rowdy I hang with these killas everyone talk about We this, we doin' that (We what) We in the studio rippin' up dope 'Cuz we real, you guard your grill
'Cuz if we it, bout it If you ain't it, bout it you might get killed I represent where killas at (T R U) 3rd Ward, uptown, on the map up off me, ain't no softy Betta guard your mothafuckas, we comin' hard G I got killas in the projects sellin'
I got niggas from New Orleans to it, bout it (Bout it, it) I mean rowdy, rowdy (Mean rowdy, rowdy) You betta watch your 'cuz niggas is bout it bout it I mean they snatch you out your car on a Lay you on the floor and you
you betta break off some snaps or dead Put the to your head Ain't no where I'm from, but you niggas in the grave I mean they dyin', I they fryin' Gone off that juice and leave their cryin' (Fermalgahide) their little boy is dead, 'cuz that color blue or red And do what them other ballas said
To make some snaps, I mean to make money To break it up on the street, but this ain't funny You want that beat in, no way out But or that mothafuckin' jailhouse If you bout it, say you it I roll with some niggas are bout it bout it I mean we rowdy, rowdy, niggas bout it, bout it Bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you bout it, it
C-Murder is bout it, it (Show them ones, show them gold ones) Big Ed you know he's bout it, it (Buddha) [unverified], that nigga bout it, bout it (Get up off hin) Big Man and the Caleo is it, bout it (Bounce, bounce, bounce)
Mercy you know he's bout it, bout it And in California is bout it, bout it Mo B. Dick, you he's bout it, bout it (If you it) Nick Pokey you know he's bout it, it KLC of the is bout it, bout it
And Mr. Serv-On is bout it, it And Rasheen and the know yas bout it, bout it Sonya-C you know she it, bout it Silkk the Shocker you know bout it, bout it And Mia X is bout to some flava (She's rowdy, rowdy)
Niggas know I'm bout it already, I can prove it So when they hear my voice, all know I come to do shit Mia X representin', puttin' it for the south Keep a shank in my sock and in my mouth So don't doubt the angel like voice, across Get your cucumber sliced and you messy hoe tossed, boss I keep 'em sick from the way I my shit
And KLC got 'em scared he's back whisperin' it, anotha hit No Limit in the house, plus on niggette With that stress clout, now what they talkin' bout Beau coup hustlas, and thugstas, murderers, and dope Feel a taste drame scenes beams aimin' at your forehead Ain't no fuckin' country
Soldiers bringin' noise, leave you in red Puddles a fuckin' [unverified] Now who will be the to get they fuckin' shoes took off I can't call it 'cuz once the gumbo be grievin' A nigga ballin', strike up the second line band And put your black gear on 'cuz we gonna stay it, understood
I been bout it, I mean we bout it, bout it From Kansas City to St. Louis they it, bout it (They rowdy) Down in you know they bout it, bout it From L.A. to Alabama they it, bout it
Washington to to Georgia (They it) Cincinnati, Port Arthur, to Chattanooga, Ohio, (Do gangsta walk) Lexington Kentucky to Louisville, you they bout it bout it (You it)
I mean they (Break it up) From Richmond California to San To Oakland they it, bout it Down in Houston they bout it, it The Northside, the Southside, you know they bout it, it Dallas to Waco to Austin (They bout it)
To Jackson to Mississippi them flossin' (Means they it) B and M's on and they bout it how these gangstas roll From to Lake Charles to Chicago to Florida To Rouge to Shreveport to New Orleans (They it) They bout it, I they rowdy (They rowdy)
In Little Rock, Arkansas they bangin' I mean bout it My homie Tre-8, they it Skull Dugrey you know that fool is bout it Ken Frank, Raw Wayne, Jeff B, Green DJ Roe, Greg Streep, Levi, may he rest in And all the other motha-niggas are dead like my little brother Kevin Miller that was bout it, it, bout it (Bout it, it)