![]() |
Home | What's New | Lyrics Search | Archives | Submit | Guestbook | Bookmark | Links | Email |
|
|
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
[Master P] uggggghhhhhh, its time for the national anthem y'all niggas bout it (I started this bout it, bout it) if you bout it (get em up), I mean you bout it, bout it (that mean you bout it, bout it) well say you bout it, bout it I represent, its 1990-skrilla It's Master P and they labeled me a drug dealer Cause I'm bout it, I mean I'm rowdy I hang with these killas that everyone talk about we doin' this, we doin' that (we doin' what) we in the studio rippin' up dope tracks Cause we real, you betta guard your grill Cause if we bout it, bout it if you ain't bout it, bout it you might get killed I represent (T-R-U) where them killas at 3rd Ward, uptown, Calliope on the map Back up off me, ain't no softy betta guard your grill mothafuckas, we comin' hard G I got killas in the projects sellin' water I got niggas from New Orleans to Florida bout it bout it (bout it, bout it) I mean they rowdy, rowdy (mean they rowdy, rowdy) you betta watch your shit cause niggas is bout it bout it I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap lay you on the floor and tell you bitch you betta break off some snaps or dead put the pistol to your head ain't no love where I'm from, but you niggas in the grave I mean they dyin', I mean they fryin' gone off that juice (fermalgahide) and leave their mothers cryin' cause their little boy is dead cause that color blue or red and wanta do waht them other ballas said to make some snaps, I mean to make some money to break it up on the street, but this game ain't funny you want that beat in, ain't no way out but death or that mothafuckin' jailhouse if you bout it, say you bout it I roll with some niggas that are bout it bout it I mean we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas bout it, bout it bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you bout it, bout it C-Murder is bout it, bout it (show them gold ones, show them gold ones) Big Ed you know he's bou Please fill in the fields below and click SUBMIT to send it to your friend.
|
|
|||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
|
|
||
|
||
|
(c) 2002 - 2005 HotLyrics.net. All
Rights Reserved
All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners and provided for educational purposes only. |
||