Bout It, Bout It II (2005 Remastered)

It's time for the national anthem

Y'all **** 'bout it?

I started this 'bout it, 'bout it

If you 'bout it

Get 'em up

I mean you bout it, bout it

We say you bout it, bout it

I represent, it's 1990, skrilla

It's Master P and they labeled me a drug dealer

'Cause I'm bout it, I mean I'm rowdy

I hang with these killers that everybody talk about

We doin' this, we doin' that

We in the studio, whippin' up dope tracks

'Case we real, you better guard your grill

'Cause if we bout it, bout it

If you ain't bout it, you might get killed

I represent, where them killers at?

Third ward, uptown, Calliope on the map

Back up off me, ain't no softy

Better guard your grill, mother****, we comin' hard, G

I got killers in the projects sellin' water

I got **** from New Orleans to Florida

Bout it, bout it

I mean they rowdy, rowdy

You better watch your **** 'cause these **** bout it

I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap

Lay you on the floor and tell you

****, you better break off some snaps or you dead

Put that pistol to your head

Ain't no love where I'm from

But young **** in the grave

I mean they dyin', **** fryin'

Goin' off that juice and leavin' mothers cryin'

'Cause they little boy is dead

'Cause they  color blue or red

And wanna do like what them other ballers said

To make some snaps, I mean to make some money

To break it up on the street, but this game ain't funny

You want that beat in, ain't no way out

But death or the mother**** jailhouse

If you bout it, say you bout it

I roll with **** that are bout it, bout it

I mean we rowdy, rowdy

Them **** is bout, bout it

Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool

If you bout it, bout it

See, Murder is bout, bout it

Big Ed, you know he's bout it, bout it

****, that **** bout it, bout it

Big Man and the Caleo is bout it, bout it

Mercy Caller, you know he's bout it, bout it

And Cali G in California is bout it, bout it

Moby Dick, you know he's bout it, bout it

Nick Pokey, you know he's bout it, bout it

KLC of the Parkway is bout it, bout it

And Mr. Serv-On is bout it, bout it

And Rasheen and the Mack know you's bout it, bout it

Sonya C, you know she's bout it, bout it

Silkk the Shocker, you know he's bout it, bout it

And Mia X is bout to kick some flavor, she's rowdy

**** know I'm 'bout it already, I done proved it

So when they hear my voice, they all know I come to do ****

Mia X representin', puttin' it down for the south

Keep a shank in my sock and the **** in my mouth

So don't doubt the way the angel like voice comes across

Get your cucumber sliced and your messy ho tossed, boss ****

I keep 'em sick from the way I kick my ****

And KLC got 'em scared 'cause he's back with a remix

Another hit

No limit **** in the house, plus on ****

With that **** clout, now what they talkin' 'bout

Beaucoup hustlers and thugsters, murderers and dope fiends

**** from drama scenes

Infrared beams aimin' at your forehead

Ain't no **** country boy

Soldiers bringing noise, leave you lyin' in red

Puddles from a ****, white walls

Now who will be the next to get they **** shoes took off?

I really can't call it, 'cause once the gumbo be greivin'

A **** start ballin'

Strike up the second line band

'And put your black gear on 'cause we gon' stay bout it, understand?

**** I been bout it, I mean we bout it, bout it

From Kansas City to St. Louis, they bout it, bout it

Down in Memphis, you know they bout it, bout it

From LA to Alabama, they bout it, bout it

Washington to Carolina to Georgia

Cincinnati, Port Arthur to Florida

Chattanooga, Ohio, Detroit

Lexington, Kentucky to Louisville

You know they bout it

I mean they rowdy

From Richmond California to San Francisco to Oakland

They bout it

Down in Houston, they bout it, bout it

The north side, the south side, you know they bout it, bout it

From Dallas to Waco to Austin

To Jackson to Mississippi, them **** flossin'

And them BM's on triple gold and they bout it

That's how these gangsters roll

From Lafayette to Lake Charles to Chicago to Florida

To Baton Rouge to Shreveport to New Orleans

They bout it, I mean they rowdy

In Little Rock, ****, they banging, I mean they bout it

My homie Trey-8, he bout it

Loony Skull Dugrey, you know him fool's bout it

Ken Frank, Raw Wayne, Jeff B, Mean Green, DJ Roe, Greg Streep

Levi, may he rest in peace

And all the other mother **** that dead

Like my brother, Kevin Miller, that was bout, bout it

Bout it, bout it