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Diplomats (The) - "Bout It Bout It... Part III"
Lyrics to Bout It Bout It... Part III : (feat. Master P) [Intro: Master P] + (CamRon) Yo Cam, lets flip this thing on these niggaz Yaheard me (Lets do it my nigga) Well do your dizang (Theres nothin, man) (Up top, down south, right) Oh yeah, oh yeah (We bout it) Aiight whoadie (Yeah) Yo, this one here goes out to them boys Thats bout it, bout it Master P, CamRon We takin this from the South to the East Uhhhhh [CamRon] I represent, where them killers at 145th and Broadway you get your head cracked Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked Wig tapped, play fair day care kids napped You think you real, well my posse is crazier Your moms mobbin and rapin her, Saudi Arabia Im 89 and oh, Audi and eightiers Beef in N-O I had to call No Limit up Baby mack baby gat love the way the baby Got my baby boo, cop the X5, thats a baby truck Santana rollin big, Jimmy in the Caddy Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati In the Double-O I represent the C-O Please ho, Harlem World forty if thats me, yo Clipse eleven or bricks get seven off Snow so white only thing missin is seven dwarfs [Hook] [Master P] Killa 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 dont play [CamRon] Aiiyo, Im bouncin through an ounce or two My crib look like the Fountainblue A fountain too, no water, only pumpin Mountain Dew Front on yall little cats I was bound to do I made a weird, chickenheads cant pronounce my shoes I got head but need more mouth 119th to the whorehouse, soon as the tours out Papis rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin I pop ack over some oxi cotton Cotton club and Roxy Robins Rubies and rocks we poppin Booties, oozies and glocksll stop em Battery on his head, copper top him When Im in the building dogg, you got to watch him Got to spot him tray eight a floor revolver The D.A., seargent and coroners problem - now Highs get eight done, dips that dont play none Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana [Hook] [Jim Jones] You know I claim (What you claim') where them gangstas bang 15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block Dogg he move that water shit, he like the network Over wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet shirt Then if you walkin through Foster and Taft Flossin that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass And I cant forget AK and Wagner My dogs straight crazy cuz the AKll blast ya One callin daddy Sheik and Q LBs and Sally beat your crew, now come on And dope stacks, right in front the liquor store Hennesy, lil me me you know the flipped the raw Much upset, oh yeah they bout it 16 shots up out the glock I come about it [Master P] 140 Lennox, you know they bout it, bout it Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy Master P, the New No Limit You see us hustlas keep it real, thats why we keep winnin Blackadome, you know he bout it, bout it Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdy Gameface on, man we gangstas fo sho CP-3 representin Dirty South, the N-O C-Murder, hold the block down We get paper whoadie even on lockdown ATL, you know they bout it, bout it Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy, rowdy L.A., you know they bout it, bout it Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they B-O-U-T Seattle bout it, Hawaii rowdy Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, bout it Indiana, you know they bout it St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy, rowdy Phoenix bout it, Milwaukee bout it The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy, rowdy [Outro][Jim Jones & Master P] Bounce bounce bounce bounce Bounce bounce bounce bounce (You know they rowdy, rowdy) Bounce bounce bounce fool Bounce bounce bounce bounce (You know they rowdy, rowdy) Bounce bounce bounce bounce Bounce bounce bounce bounce (You know they rowdy, rowdy) Bounce bounce bounce fool [ Bout It Bout It... Part III Lyrics ]
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