Diplomats

Diplomats - Bout It Bout It... Part Iii (Feat. Master P) lyrics

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[Intro: Master P] + (Cam'Ron)<br />

Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these niggaz<br />

Ya'heard me<br />

(Let's do it my nigga)<br />

Well do your dizang<br />

(There's nothin', man)<br />

(Up top, down south, right)<br />

Oh yeah, oh yeah<br />

(We bout it)<br />

Aiight whoadie<br />

(Yeah)<br />

Yo, this one here goes out to them boys<br />

That's bout it, bout it<br />

Master P, Cam'Ron<br />

We takin' this from the South to the East<br />

Uhhhhh<br />

[Cam'Ron]<br />

I represent, where them killers at<br />

145th and Broadway you get your head cracked<br />

Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked<br />

Wig tapped, play fair day care kids napped<br />

You think you real, well my posse is crazier<br />

Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia<br />

I'm 89 and oh, Audi and eightiers<br />

Beef in N-O I had to call No Limit up<br />

Baby mack baby gat love the way the baby<br />

Got my baby boo, cop the X5, that's a baby truck<br />

Santana rollin' big, Jimmy in the Caddy<br />

Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati<br />

In the Double-O I represent the C-O<br />

Please ho, Harlem World forty if that's me, yo<br />

Clipse eleven or bricks get seven off<br />

Snow so white only thing missin' is seven dwarfs<br />

[Hook] [Master P]<br />

Killa Cam, you know he bout it, bout it<br />

Jim Jones, you know he bout it, bout it<br />

Freeky Z, you know he bout it, bout it<br />

Santana, that boy bout it, bout it<br />

Harlem World, you know they bout it, bout it<br />

Diplomats, you know they rowdy, rowdy<br />

145th and Broadway, them boys real<br />

You know them boys, they don't play<br />

[Cam'Ron]<br />

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an ounce or two<br />

My crib look like the Fountainblue<br />

A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew<br />

Front on y'all little cats I was bound to do<br />

I made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes<br />

I got head but need more mouth<br />

119th to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out<br />

Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin'<br />

I pop ack over some oxi cotton<br />

Cotton club and Roxy Robins<br />

Rubies and rocks we poppin'<br />

Booties, oozies and glocks'll stop 'em<br />

Battery on his head, copper top him<br />

When I'm in the building dogg, you got to watch him<br />

Got to spot him tray eight a floor revolver<br />

The D.A., seargent and coroner's problem - now<br />

Highs get eight done, dips that don't play none<br />

Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana<br />

[Hook]<br />

[Jim Jones]<br />

You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang<br />

15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing<br />

In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block<br />

Dogg he move that water shit, he like the network<br />

Over wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet shirt<br />

Then if you walkin' through Foster and Taft<br />

Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass<br />

And I can't forget AK and Wagner<br />

My dogs straight crazy cuz the AK'll blast ya<br />

One callin' daddy Sheik and Q<br />

LB's and Sally beat your crew, now come on<br />

And dope stacks, right in front the liquor store<br />

Hennesy, lil' me me you know the flipped the raw<br />

Much upset, oh yeah they bout it<br />

16 shots up out the glock I come about it<br />

[Master P]<br />

140 Lennox, you know they bout it, bout it<br />

Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy<br />

Master P, the New No Limit<br />

You see us hustlas keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'<br />

Blackadome, you know he bout it, bout it<br />

Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdy<br />

Gameface on, man we gangstas fo' sho<br />

CP-3 representin' Dirty South, the N-O<br />

C-Murder, hold the block down<br />

We get paper whoadie even on lockdown<br />

ATL, you know they bout it, bout it<br />

Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy, rowdy<br />

L.A., you know they bout it, bout it<br />

Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy<br />

Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they B-O-U-T<br />

Seattle bout it, Hawaii rowdy<br />

Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, bout it<br />

Indiana, you know they bout it<br />

St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy, rowdy<br />

Phoenix bout it, Milwaukee bout it<br />

The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy, rowdy<br />

[Outro][Jim Jones & Master P]<br />

Bounce bounce bounce bounce<br />

Bounce bounce bounce bounce<br />

(You know they rowdy, rowdy)<br />

Bounce bounce bounce fool<br />

Bounce bounce bounce bounce<br />

(You know they rowdy, rowdy)<br />

Bounce bounce bounce bounce<br />

Bounce bounce bounce bounce<br />

(You know they rowdy, rowdy)<br />

Bounce bounce bounce fool

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