Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song About All That , by - Birdman. Release date: 31.12.2005
Song language: English
About All That |
| Young desperado straight out the grotto |
| I’m so bad my shadow chooses not to follow |
| Little nigga but see me as a fuckin’rhino |
| Lil Weezy hit this bitch like Rocky Marciano |
| It’s a drought ain’t it? |
| How the fuck would I know? |
| Nigga I been gettin’my Cher in (share in) like Sonny Bono |
| I ran the streets… check my bio |
| I started high wit’two O’s just like Ohio |
| I’m fuckin’nuts… cashews |
| But I’m so DC like fat shoes |
| I skate away… like later dudes! |
| Never get caught baby I’m mashed potato smooth |
| And just when it stopped… I made it move |
| Respect me nigga I’m a dog… no Asian food |
| I wet up the party so have a bathin’suit |
| And daisy dukes you bitch ass nigga |
| Keep talkin’that shit that you talkin' |
| And we gon’have to get into some gangsta shit |
| My nigga… keep talkin’that shit that you talkin' |
| And we gon’have to get into some gangsta shit |
| My nigga… 'Cause you aint really even 'bout all that |
| You ain’t really even 'bout all that |
| And don’t’cha forget. |
| I know ya you ain’t 'bout all that |
| You ain’t never been about all that… fall back |
| Niggaz must want Joey to lean on 'em |
| Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em |
| Let 'em sleep on it it’s nothin’to Crack |
| Lay the murder game down back to hustlin’packs |
| Yeah Weezy homie’s got yo’back whether raps or macks |
| Either way they both spit like BRRRRAT! |
| Nigga… them muhfuckas is broke like them levies |
| And we done sold so much dope ain’t shit you tell me Nigga… how you want it ?? |
| coke or dog food? |
| My shit’ll have you runnin’naked like an old school |
| And yeah we 'bout it 'bout it and you ain’t ridin’on me Unless ya got a whole fuckin’suicidal warmin' |
| And I’m a rider homie and you can find it on me |
| That 40 cal’ll get you ?? |
| This shit is funny to me All these niggaz frontin’war but they runnin’from me… Crack! |
| I had 'em as lil’niggaz raised 'em 'round real niggaz |
| Poppin’bottles fuckin’wit’them bitches nigga |
| Made money to the ceilin’me and my young nigga |
| Chillin’I’m in the streets hustlin’gettin’money nigga |
| Changed all my new shoes nigga got some new tools |
| Nigga got some mo’jewels we was gettin’money |
| And ain’t nothin’ever changed still doin’the thang |
| Still gettin’money still spendin’change |
| We hustlin’from Sunday to Sunday |
| And we grindin’everyday like the money ain’t comin' |
| Nigga… yeah we ridin’woodgrains and minks |
| Got the dope in the Hummer cold case for that thang |
| I hate the law for what they done did they broke in niggaz cribs |
| Wish I woulda caught 'em I’dda split they fuckin’wig |
| 3rd Ward let me claim my fame |
| I put it down Uptown I’ma do my thang believe dat |