Tru Bout It Bout It Lyrics Song
Bout it, Twelfth ward, bout′ it, Bout it And that Thirteenth, Seventeenth Uptown, Downtown, across the Sea. You know they bout it, bout it, cause we bout it, bout it. Cause mia x will finish first in this grand diva race. Ready for combat, my gat with my hard hat. Bout it bout it master p lyrics. Tourist don′t make it back And niggas ain't trippin' on yo life G (. Nigga turnin the tables, but niggaz livin like potatoes. I mean they dyin', I mean they fryin'. Rollin on blunts, niggaz call it swisher sweets. Gone off that juice (fermalgahide) and leave their mothers cryin'.
Bout It Bout It Master P Lyrics
Every motherfucking hour. Is there a heaven for a gangsta i can't wait. Klc put it on the scale so ya'll can feel dis. Mr serv-on gon hit this sweet (swisha sweet). I looked and look back it wasn't there. And leave a bout it scarf on ya face, we soldiers. Cocaine, cream, or rock, it takes over fiend.
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind. Gangsta t. And you know what?. West side south side) check out some. State, in jamaica tha next day, a tell tha camera, call tha. Tru 2 da muthafuckin game, to the south, midwest, west coast, And all cross the muthafuckin world, swamp niggaz, On the muthafuckin rise.
Tru Bout It Bout It Lyrics Clean
5th wheel grill, niggaz comin down. So I'm a be gon away like a breeze. And fiends holla 'ungh! ' No limit, the world's number one fuckin rap label (worldwide). And fuck the pen, cause if i go to jail again. So bring it on, cause I got to recognize. Whazzup big boz, nigga! Just cause they done said so. Ready to turn your muthafuckin body numb.
Tru Bout It Bout It Lyrics English
Look like you gonna past this. Jumped in my cutlass, rollin on switches, Gold they shinin down south dealin bitches. Not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under. And moms, wish she never had me. And smoke mo chronic than that nigga diggity dr. Tru - I'm Bout It, Bout It: listen with lyrics. dre. So when they hear my voice, they all know I come to do shit. Pandora isn't available in this country right now... I mean son, when a man can't function on his own and put his problems on another man, son, what type. Round and round you go, Now tell me who's the realest muthafucka that you know. Niggaz in texas, sippin on surl.
I shouldnt rob a nigga, i might kill yah. Tru niggaz wave ya guns, show ya tattoos. Cause punks get fucked with the soap. An ex-con addicted to gangsta rhymes. Dad, that only be two words. Testin, chin-checkin, wreckin when i'm flexin on your whole crew. Master P TRU Lyrics. Can't lose, gotta win, false move, end up in the pen.
Huh i be makin this ghetto cheeze, huhhuhhuh. For all my muthafuckin′ soldiers native of New Orleans (. Chorus: gangstas make the world go round, gangstas make the. Niggaz smokin sweets in the cadilla. Bitches, tha dayton family said fbi, we call em' robocop.