C-Murder, Mystikal - What You Bout lyrics
[C-Murder, Mystikal - What You Bout lyrics]
It's a No Limit thang boy
And all that other crazy ass shit
Get the fuck out the club nigga
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 ain't
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
Ain't fucking with a nigga if
He ain't fucking with me
But, if it go down, I'm ready
To ride, I ain't 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 ain't no toy
Thugged out from the South boy
Fucking with No Limit will get yo
Dragged out yo house boy
And all that other crazy ass shit
Get the fuck out the club nigga
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 ain't
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
Ain't fucking with a nigga if
He ain't fucking with me
But, if it go down, I'm ready
To ride, I ain't 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 ain't no toy
Thugged out from the South boy
Fucking with No Limit will get yo
Dragged out yo house boy