Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bout Mine, artist - Wiz Khalifa. Date of issue: 04.09.2006
Song language: English
Bout Mine |
| You know what’s on my mind |
| And why I’m always on the grind |
| Cuz I’m 'bout mine |
| Cuz I’m 'bout mine |
| Young Khalifa’s the name |
| Plus you gonna remember one thing |
| That I’m 'bout mine |
| That I’m 'bout mine |
| And I’m due with you dudes |
| Haters you do what you do |
| Cuz I’m 'bout mine |
| Cuz I’m 'bout mine |
| What we do in the game |
| Man I’m still doin a damn thing |
| Cuz I’m 'bout mine |
| Cuz I’m 'bout mine |
| The youngest in charge |
| Known for the hottest in rap |
| Straight from the top of the map |
| Yes, I’m a popular cat |
| Been to the pits of The Burgh |
| To the left, cocked as my hat |
| Wiz keep a spliff for the herb |
| Niggas with knots full of stacks |
| And I ain’t talkin' to cats |
| I’m overdosin your brain |
| Go for the dope in this game |
| Broke when the flow is insane |
| I’m like the young Shaq of rap |
| Loaf from the lame |
| I’m like a Sony to lames |
| Man, I’m controlling the game |
| And I’m bout mine |
| Tell you on your grind |
| But it’s about time |
| Outshine haters so the paper |
| Begin to mount right |
| Bout mine |
| Lay it down, homie you’ll get out-rhymed |
| On the track, or flat on your back, you’ll get out-lined |
| Keep the goonies with me |
| Never leave the crib without mine |
| And no I ain’t talkin' ya game |
| When I say I’m bout shines |
| I’m talkin dollars, guy |
| Here’s what you should follow by |
| Young fly, dumb hot, and a nigga 'bout mine |
| See, I’m a boss to you cats |
| And here my job is to rap |
| Spittin' flame to make ya damn sho you lames fall to the back |
| It’s a shame I’m here now, so for your squad it’s a wrap |
| It’s the gritty-city that strong-armed onto the map |
| More than a rapper, in fact |
| Man, you fuckin' with the finest here |
| The best one that’s rhymin' here |
| So I guess I’m a pioneer |
| No question, I’m fly as air |
| I’m high, but I’m sittin' low |
| A blast |
| So if you niggas gotta ask, then your bitch’ll know |
| Sicker flow |
| Short change nigga |
| You need bigga dough |
| You a Kodak moment |
| Shit I’m a bigger picture pro |
| You niggas simply spendin chips on these pros |
| I’d be right to call you a pimp |
| Cuz your niggas is hoes |
| You see me a little different |
| Though you’re shit for these hoes |
| I had them pigeons in my crib |
| Just washin dishes &clothes |
| You know it’s |
| The young wise-guy |
| Grind with my eyes wide |
| I can’t stop for rewind |
| So ahead of my time |
| If you 'bout chores, never let another nigga doubt yours |
| Life is full of lessons and them blessings, better count yours |
| Watch out for the haters cause your papers what they out for |
| Be a boss, not just another loss to account for |
| And the flow sick |
| You know Wiz gonna split line-for-line |
| 'Till this nigga get so rich |
| Gonna hold shit |
| And I keep tellin' you time-and-time again |
| Youngin' is locust |
| Movin' so quick |
| Slow up |
| Pace until you can your dough up |
| And you but can’t, you can’t show love |
| Stage and the flame make Wiz go nuts |