I’m Bout It, Bout It lyrics

[Intro: Master P]
Yeah ha, I could never turn my back n*gga (Never)
I could never forget where I came from
This for all my muthaf*ckin' soldiers native of New Orleans
(Louisiana)
All you Tru soldiers, give it up for Richmond, California
(Puttin 'em on the map)
Put 'em up, represent, where you from? (Westside, southside)
Check out some of this down South sh*t though n*gga

[Verse 1: Master P]
You bout it, I'm bout' it bout it
If you bout' it bout it, well, say you bout' it, bout it
I represent, where them killers hang
Third Ward, Calliope Projects, we got our own name
It's a small hood, but it's all good
And Mr. Rogers ain't got sh*t up on my neighborhood
I represent nothin' but G's (G's)
From Richmond, California all the way back to New Orleans
That murder capitol of the world, so fool watch your back
Tha Mardi Gras be here, but some tourists don't make it back
And n*ggas ain't trippin' on yo life G (Life G)
They ready to take your ass out before the count of 1, 2, 3
So give me your gold chain, what 'bout your gold ring
n*ggas down south quick to put you in that body slang
I mean that body cast, ha ha, what 'bout that body bag
You ain't thank quick, that's why you on your ass
And n*ggas stuntin' perpetratin', talkin' sh*t
You roll through the projects, you might get your wig split
Mr crazy wanna borrow a quarter quarter
You best not f*ck with them fools that gone on that water, water
I mean that clicker juice, formaldehyde (Dang like dat)
Whatever you want, the more they dip in cigarettes to get high
Like some alcohol, n*ggas don't even give a f*ck
They leave you stuck in that muthaf*ckin' black truck
Break you off like some muthaf*ckin' Japanese (Damn)
Ain't no love in this hood, ain't no love for G's
And these n*ggas killin' b*tches too
And these b*tches settin' up n*ggas
Cause don't give a f*ck about you
You gotta be bout it, bout it, cause I'm bout' it, bout it
Third Ward, Calliope Projects, you know they bout' it, bout it
And that Fourth Ward is bout' it, bout it
I mean that Fifth Ward and Tenth Ward
You know they bout' it bout it, Twelfth ward, bout' it, bout it
And that thirteenth, seventeenth uptown
Downtown, across the sea
[Hook: Master P]
Bout' it bout it, cause we bout' it, bout it
My little homie Hot Minus Sign, they bout' it, bout it
Bout' it bout it, I mean we bout' it, bout it
King George, Tru you know, we bout' it, bout it
Silkk, you know he bout' it, bout it
My manager TC, you know he bout' it, bout it
Big Ed, bout' it bout it
Sonya C, you know she bout' it, bout it
C-Murder, bout' it bout it
Mr. Serv-on is bout' it bout it
Mo. B di*k, you know he bout' it, bout it
Cally G, K-Lou, bout' it, bout it
Craig, you know he bout' it, bout it
And Mia X gonna kick some sh*t, she rowdy rowdy

[Verse 2: Mia X]
I'm here to show a whole bunch of n*ggas that I'm bout it
Comin' from the Crescent, testin' nuts
And ready to bust some of those who doubt it
I'm rowdy as the f*ck, hoes you best be backin' up
From this below sea level ho comin' like a tornado
Brings drama, either way I have to do this
So break your selves, n*ggas here comes a woman to this Tru click
The b*tch you love to hate but yet ain't bold enough to face
Cause Mia X will finish first in this grand diva race
I kick your ear hole's laced with my pimp stress funk
Punks playa hate because they sh*t be bump
But I dunk a n*ggas head into a toilet full of p*ss
Cause in this drama field, fool we ain't takin' no sh*t
Downtown Sixth Ward Laffitte on guard
Seven Ward hard heads, n*ggas out that Saint Bernard
Ninth Ward, Press Park, Desire, and Florida, New Orleans
So bout it every day, we comin' harder firewater
Got them n*ggas gettin' high off my floss, gumbo
Gris-gris plus my etouffee got 'em payin' twenty bones
So bring it on cause I gotta recognize
No Limit and Mia X, n*gga flex if you bout' it, bout it
You bout' it bout it, yeah, I'm bout' it, bout it
And rest in peace my girl, Jill cause she was bout' it, bout it
[Verse 3/Outro: Master P]
I mean she bout' it, bout it, she was bout' it, bout it
Them n*ggas from No Limit Records, you know we bout' it, bout it
Master P, you know I'm bout' it, bout it
The whole New Orleans, them motherf*ckers are bout' it, bout it
Baton Rouge, you know they bout' it, bout it
Jackson, Tennessee, you know they bout' it, bout it
Alabama, even Georgia
And all you other motherf*ckers down in Southside Florida
You know they bout' it bout it cause we bout' it bout it
From Richmond, California to Oakland, they bout' it, bout it
Cross the bay to San Fransisco, to the Eastside
Huh, you know they bout' it, bout it
Down in Kansas City, you know they bout' it, bout it
Kentucky, Ohio, Washington, they bout' it, bout it
Mean Green, you know he bout' it, bout it
Craig Street, that n*gga bout' it, bout it
Rock Raines, huh, ya know he's bout' it, bout it
My n*gga, Vercy Carter, you know he bout' it, bout it
Rasheem in the Magnolia, know ya bout' it, bout it
And all them n*ggas, uptown f*ckin' bout' it, bout it
All them n*ggas bootin' up with that gold bout' it, bout it
(Bout it, bout it)
Them n*ggas bout' it, bout it (Bout' it, bout it)
My little brother Kevin Miller, rest in peace (Rest in peace)
Young n*gga, he was bout' it, bout it
Bounce bounce bounce fool if ya bout' it, bout it
Yeah, if you bout it, say you bout it
Being about it means you down to do whatever
You bout it? I'm bout' it