Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What You Bout (feat. Mystikal), artist - C-Murder. Album song Trapped In Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Priority
Song language: English
What You Bout (feat. Mystikal) |
You motherfucking well right. |
What’s happ'. |
Motherfucking well right |
BUCK! |
BUCK! |
Here I go boy. |
504 still up in this BITCH! |
Nigga, TRU Records in this bitch ya dig |
It’s a No Limit thang boy. |
Nigga, if you aint bout that motherfucking drama |
and all that other crazy ass shit, get the fuck out the club nigga |
Ke’noe |
Ya heard me Chorus 2x: Mystikal (C-Murder) |
What you bout boy (What you bout boy) |
Thugged out boy (Thugged out boy) |
From the South boy (From the South boy) |
Shut ya mouth boy (Shut ya mouth boy) |
Yeah |
Kept telling a motherfucker they aint gon’feel us, see us, hear us These niggas from the 504 the realest, TRU ghetto godzillas |
Ya’ll niggas tryna keep up with the man |
ya’ll motherfuckers need to keep up with the time |
Fuck all that other shit, come up with the beat |
I’ma come up with the rhyme |
The dome splitter, natural born zone ripper |
Hold my own nigga, big tyme pistol gripper |
I told ya ass, you can’t say my name with a dick in yo mouth |
It done happened already, you know I’m coming to fuck up the crowd |
Any how, got ya hands down might as well have yo pants down |
Bout this Bout it Bout it, so nigga don’t FUCK AROUND |
The man hot, stand out |
Got the whole clout, represent the whole South |
What you bout, I’m bout that drama, step to me and let’s handle it A nigga out the South, with golds in his mouth, straight out of Louisiana |
The boot, we quick to shoot, the 504 I’m representing |
TRU niggas on the tank, N-L for life, down south, No Limit |
Deadly Soundz bring the noise for them boyz who be dumping with them heaters |
And I bring them lyrics that’ll have them killers fighting like mosquitos |
Break bread with killers and hang with thugs, |
nigga went to jail for slangin drugs |
Now I’m free, just me and the streets |
aint fucking with a nigga if he aint fucking with me But if it go down, I’m ready to ride, I aint scared, I’m ready to die |
Nigga be glad I punched you in yo eye, coulda made yo mama cry |
Don’t play me boy, I aint no toy, thugged out from the South boy |
Fucking with No Limit will get yo dragged out yo house boy |