mouth and wrist, we bout dat (Bling! Bling!) Block parties in the projects; souljas, we bout dat Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat [Master P
Übersetzung: Master P. Bout That.
we ditty bop wit really no change (yaw pay) And people holla how ya do dat there Why your pants hangin' low and why you grew dat hair Lightin' a bleezle
Dogg pound mutha Fuckin gangsta crew Split wigs for a livin everydays thanksgiving Mutha fuck yall rides, we slides we dippin Nigga the tanks, driven by the colonel Mr. Master P
: [Master P] At ease I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank Money, power, respect, leadership
gon talk about you (talk about you 2x) Don't give a fuck about you (fuck about you 2x) You livin' bout it bout it (bout it bout it 2x) Just make em read
real muthafuckin' g's. Silkk-Time to take two in your fuckin' back Master P-Young Silkk the shocker in this bitch Master P-Bout that drama Master P-No
Niggaz gon talk about you (talk about you 2x) Don't give a fuck about you (fuck about you 2x) You livin' bout it bout it (bout it bout it 2x) Just make
nigga slave, clap clap clap 5x im goin stupid hard , nigga wy lie, ima crazy nigga master ofdisguise, look me in my eyes, nigga dont lie , ion lik dat
' of the end niggaz Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever The alpha and the amega, the Canibus'll make your eyes redder Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout
we will throw them thangs (Master P) Soulja rags on our head cause we bout dat Where them boys ,where them girls ya'll shout that (Chorus)4x (Master P
your thing, come close wit' it And don't worry 'bout a damn thing, feels good Naughty, Naughty Hey, ever since back in the day from, 'O.P.P.' down
motherfucker [Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P] [Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care [Master P]
it's U.G.K. Pimp C said, "P, what's really goin on?" I said what's really happenin, he said, "I gotta pocket full of stones!" Now P be dat new kid on
'm riddin over low term beef Chorus 2X Gang bangin, huh, Cube nigga wassup, W.C., Mack 10, Master P Gang bangin nigga, uhhhh, we rowdy, we Bout It Bout
I don't know whats wrong wit these fuckaz, Alwayz winin alwayz cryin he ain't doin this fo me she ain't doin dat. Motha fucka get wit me i try to teach
' speaker phone an' pick the phone up This P nigga, stop fuckin' playin'' "Nigga, if this fuckin' P, nigga, say 'uhh', nigga, fuck" "Nigga, I ain't bout
