I'm Bout' That
I'm in the hood man
I'm in the hood all the time man fo' real son
I come back from a tour i come through
You kno'msayin'? I switch up
I've got mad cars and shit like dat (HAHA)
But niggas, niggas look at that Suburban like
Is it that black joint come to the
Black? That's Fif' like their son!
Niggas know that's bulletproof
Bomb bulletproof, 8-proof!
Easy man!
Niggas better be easy, man Whoooooo!
Come around man, this niggas speak, man
Actin' like I ain't 'bout that
Paper stacks bricks flip yeah
I'm 'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
Ayo! - Four door Porsh' comin' out in 2-0-9
Thanks to Curit's Jackson, I've
Already got mine, i shine!
(Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh oooooooooooooohhhhhh)
Yay's still livin' the crime route
I blow four charges if I do-own (come on)
My fiends going to the rehab like Winehouse
You know I got my shine's out
Love they way the wezzey look
Rob cop dezzey hype your
Runnin like Reggie Bush
(BRING IT DOWN DOWN) Whoooooooooooooooooooo
Money green anit got these in the US
(what else?)
Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
600 Euros! - I cop these in Paris (yeeeah)
Back from Japan look from the D-Van (uh huh)
Jump in the booth turn into E man
(uh huuuh) LET'S GO!
Go to the strip go to the D man (uh huuuh)
I put the work in the chips yeah
I'm 'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
Hey! - I'm that nigga
(yeah) - on Yack liquor (yeah)
Stack flipper - Cadillac whipper (uh)
Automatic gripper 500 hundred dolla slippa
(uh huh)
Nigga Whoooo! - I climb like
Up the parkin lot, party stop!
(uh)
30 deep, Bentleys Lambo', Ferrari guap (yeah)
Niggas act like they family till sombody shot
(yeah)
See me out inna bout the chrome is with' me
(yeah)
Before I give up my chain I'm rollin' kidney
(yeah)
I'm so cripsy - out in Sydney (uh huh)
7-60 - you try to play meeee
The blood will flow faster than the OJ
(crazy) LLOYD BANK$!
Bank$! - You never seen a legend on wheels
(uh-'uuuh) no, not that accura the man
With the mills - I'll!
I put the work in the chips yeah
I'm 'bout that!
I put a hole in a nigga yeah
I'm a 'bout that!
Paper stacks bricks flip yeah
I'm 'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in tha 5th in ya mouth
Jack! 50 Cent!
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout
It! - I'm 'bout it, 'bout it!
I push the coupey you see in
Books a crowd around it
Lows drop 'til they y'all like a
Yellow yacht - sun gleemin'
I ain't the vison of the fans shit
Marshall whips with big wheels
Bad bitches on big hills and
Lugosi eatin' the big deals
I'm careful with pussy, pussy
Cause pussy that shit kill
Life around the toster, poppin off
I brouch you on that bullshit
I flip quick! - Let off of a full clip
If I'm right and if I'm wrong - we
Hit 'em and we gone! 50 Cent!
Leave a nigga on it
It's long - early in the morn'
We up with the birds
To put it in word is born
Give it a set dress! - We can write we rest
Paper stacks bricks flip yeah
I'm 'bout that!
Want to tell that D's yeah, I doubt that!
Whoooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid!
Damn! G-Unit Radio, G-Unit Staturdays!
Go cop +TOS+ and "Blood In The Sand"
Game and you know what go cop!
50x50 book too! Man know what I'm 'bout that
Ha! DJ Whoo Kid!
Fat Joe I've got yo' baby! Daaaaaaaaammn!
FUCK FAT JOE!