Diplomats - Bout It Bout It..., Pt. 3 lyrics
rate me[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 />
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[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 />
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[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 />
<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 />
<br />
[Hook]<br />
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[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 'cause 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 />
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[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 />
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[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
