Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We 'Bout To Blow, artist - DMX. Date of issue: 15.09.2003
Song language: English
We 'Bout To Blow |
| UHH UHH UHHHHHH!!! |
| Yeah! |
| Def Jam Yeah! |
| (come on) |
| Ruff Ryders Yeah! |
| (come on) |
| Bloodline, we bout to blow (WHAT!) |
| Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!) |
| Vacant Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!) |
| Man, bitch-ass niggas just don’t know |
| I’m just gonna stick to the script cuz you know how that shit go |
| Quick to the flip dog, kitten don’t let go |
| Get that shit yo, wrong or right me |
| Dog for life and its on tonight |
| Y’all niggas make money, money, money |
| My Niggas take money, money, money |
| Bloodline, get down cuz I love mine |
| I can put my life on the line at least one time |
| Cats don’t know nothing, but show frontin |
| I’m a pump pump it up like Joe Budden |
| Dark Man, bang your head with the walk man |
| Tryna holla at shorty, you still tryna talk man |
| Sometimes niggas is worse than the bitches |
| So I’m a holla at you, but first with the stitches |
| Cats don’t know who you fucking with |
| 'til you fucking with X and you stuck in shit |
| Yo Grease I need this beat, no disrespect |
| I just got some shit I need to get off my chest |
| Look around and I see the rap game is a mess |
| So many chromes, now they getting me vexed |
| Upset and insane in how the game gonna change shit |
| Sounding the same, and it’s a ma fucking shame |
| While lames think they flow so sick, getting excited |
| Yeah they got a sick flow, its called the «Young Hov Virus» |
| BUT, let me fall back into character |
| B got so hot, never been an amateur |
| Ask the locals, Boy its Lo-Co |
| Never Stop my flow, wanna go pro, you know |
| Check the history, started with the R’s |
| Now I’m running with the line, four time, no mystery |
| Dog, tryna position me to get in the door |
| But since the door don’t open wide enough, we rippin it off |
| Dog, gonna be Dog, that’s how I get down |
| Step up, nigga, sit down, put your shit down (AIGHT!!!) |
| Clowns ain’t even built for the circus, I’m about to pop this nigga |
| (DOG, It ain’t worth it) |
| TAHHHH, yeah you right, soon as your man make it dead at night |
| I’ll be there, aight? |
| (then what??) |
| Everything stops, money turns on the light, and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!! |
| None stop shots ringing out, cowards hit the ground |
| I came to get down if you came to get down |
| Blow the pound up, niggas wanna what with us |
| Bloodline and the dog I trust, so for the dog I bust |
| That thang, catch me while I’m up in the truck with that thang |
| Dog get the word, it’s a must that I bang |
| And trust me, I’m gonna do my motherfuck’n thang |
| Yeah! |
| Come on man, ya niggas don’t know what the fuck this shit is! |
| Gutter |