Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bout Shit , by - The Lox. Song from the album Power, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 01.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: FP
Song language: English
Bout Shit |
| LOX Shit nigga |
| Livin off Xperience |
| You feel it in the air, don’t you? |
| Stepping out the Benz with the shearling that bane had |
| Before you test me, you ought to think of your brain pan |
| Donnie’s a gorilla, Al-Qaeda came with the killers |
| Gun on the wait, while I wait for niggas |
| Plate full of plants |
| If you wanna die y’all know the devil, go ahead and pick the date for the dance |
| I’m in the i8, blow an 8th on the iPhone |
| On a money call, then take the advance |
| 50/50 split, take mine’s on the back end |
| Business going good, take the profit, put it back in |
| Reaganomics in effect, rooftops with cartels, honoring the set |
| My outfit, put you out kid |
| Fuck about the plug, cause we the outlet |
| Yardie homie got a tech, and he on that stout shit |
| Latin homie got the coke and he on that Ralph shit |
| You ain’t really bout shit |
| We let the dogs out |
| Man, come on |
| You ain’t really bout shit |
| Bam, bam, you in the Lord’s house |
| Man, come on |
| You ain’t really bout shit |
| Y-O nigga, we going all out |
| Man, come on |
| You ain’t really bout shit |
| Find you a shelter, we gone fall out |
| Man come on, come on |
| They call me the microwave, cause I hit em with hot shit |
| Quick, got the streets like, damn this LOX shit stink |
| We ain’t playing with you niggas |
| In the trunk I got them things that I’m spraying at you nigga |
| Think something funny, y’all keep laughing |
| Nigga already dead, Imma keep stabbing |
| Been a loose cannon, been putting work in |
| Name ringing bells, from school street to Warburton |
| Niggas talk about battle, but they ain’t battle dog |
| My rap sheet is longer than niggas catalogues |
| Fuck you battle for, you know you ain’t winning |
| X been the grim reaper since the beginning |
| These new rappers got me like what the fuck is you doing |
| You all over the place with it, what the fuck is you doing |
| If you ain’t spitting the truth, then the shut the fuck up |
| Fuck you, suck my dick, now what |
| You ain’t really bout shit |
| We let the dogs out |
| Man, come on |
| You ain’t really bout shit |
| Bam, bam, you in the Lord’s house |
| Man, come on |
| You ain’t really bout shit |
| Y-O nigga, we going all out |
| Man, come on |
| You ain’t really bout shit |
| Find you a shelter, we gone fall out |
| Man come on, come on |
| All this fake love around here, I know how it feel |
| You could just say wassup, I could tell it ain’t real |
| Nigga came home from somehwere, I could tell it ain’t jail |
| No music, got a hundred thousand large in the mail |
| Can’t tell them all yo plans, because they want you to fail |
| Nigga hate when you be moving, they rather you be still |
| Keep track of me, watch the back of me |
| I pop up more than my son’s acne |
| Cut em into pieces, body in the freezers |
| I don’t drink lean, so I don’t be catchin seizures |
| With the cheese, I’m like Lil Caesars |
| Fuck your debit card, and your lil visas |
| Coke game, dope game, niggas been around that |
| Shot dead, left at your bitch house, you get found at |
| Trap game, rap game, niggas made hits |
| LOX, D-Block, get off our dicks |
| Pretty much are who we are now |
| We shed light on a city with a dark cloud |
| We bought Diddy through, even bought the Rs out |
| In a lot with the trucks and the cars out |
| And we never said once, if it wasn’t for us |
| Hindsight I look back, it just wasn’t enough |
| The fake love got exposed, just wasn’t the lust |
| Find out who’s who, you seek others to trust |
| It was already bars, we was already stars |
| Couldn’t make us more related than we already are |
| It was written already, meaning it was already God |
| And we came from the bottom so it was already hard |
| Now I smoke different, I drink different, I think different |
| My contract is much bigger, so the inks different |
| My outlet, not about my outfit |
| How you feel about shit, you ain’t really bout shit nigga |
| You ain’t really bout shit |
| We let the dogs out |
| Man, come on |
| You ain’t really bout shit |
| Bam, bam, you in the Lord’s house |
| Man, come on |
| You ain’t really bout shit |
| Y-O nigga, we going all out |
| Man, come on |
| You ain’t really bout shit |
| Find you a shelter, we gone fall out |
| Man come on, come on |
| You ain’t really bout shit |
| Come on, come on |