I'm Bout It movie - How You Do Dat lyrics
rate meSong by Master P f/ C-Loc, Young Bleed<br /><br>
[Master P]<br>
Unngghh, How you do that there (remix), how you do that there<br>
New Orleans, Baton Rouge How you do that there<br>
Lafeyette, Lake Charles How you do that there<br>
Shreveport, Mississippi How you do that there<br>
Alabama, Atlanta How you do that there<br>
Florida, Arkansas How you do that there<br>
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[Young Bleed]<br>
Nigga say who that, heard they want do that<br>
Run up if you will get yo ass whipped blue black<br>
My nigga my nerve, fresh out the curb<br>
Jelly jam and preserve, nothin but balls and my word<br>
And a mossburg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times<br>
Whateva my nigga cause young niggaz still dyin<br>
Hollin bout huh, nigga what, huh, give a fuck nigga what<br>
Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed<br>
A slanted and enchanted nigga named Young Bleed party on<br>
in the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days<br>
Trippin off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high<br>
And tellin em why, I'ma neva say die, see it my eyes<br>
And niggaz say I fly like a eagle, see no evil<br>
And ain't no sequel to this here, this year I'm bailin in the dough<br>
Supernatural, wit ends, y'all niggaz don't here me though<br>
But see how they runnin everything on the cool<br>
But they know I'm fittin to act a fool in this motherfucker<br>
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[Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P]<br>
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[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there<br>
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care<br>
[Master P] From Texas to Atlanta, nigga we don't care<br>
[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there<br>
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care<br>
[Master P] Missouri, Ohio, nigga we don't care<br>
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla, how you do that there<br>
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care<br>
[Master P] D.C. to tha Valley, nigga we don't care<br>
[Young Bleed] And niggaz holla how you do that there<br>
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care<br>
[Master P] California to Virginia nigga, we don't care<br>
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[Master P]<br>
See in these streets, anything goes<br>
My cousin in tha pen hittin that iron gettin swoll<br>
Sent me a letter said P get yo paper don't trust these hoes<br>
These niggaz they'll take you, hustlin is a habit<br>
Young bread cabbage, popcorn and grits nigga tryin to get a rabbit<br>
What about a nice stallion to slide in, twenty inch Vogues and some candy<br>
painted to ride in, niggaz flip change in the game cause we soldiers<br>
Eyes ever red cause a nigga blowin doja<br>
Tie the black shoe strangs, tight on the Reeboks<br>
Grab yo ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic glock<br>
Hoes bounce that ass, niggaz get dealt wit<br>
Keep yo' enemy tight, nigga never thank quick<br>
Pour out some liquor to tha homies I owe<br>
R.I.P. to every fuckin rapper, that is gone<br>
Nigga if you Bout It, scream and you shout it<br>
It ain't where you from, every nigga get rowdy<br>
Game get real, nigga guard yo' grill<br>
Cause in the fuckin ghetto you could lose yo' life foe a dollar bill<br>
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[Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P]<br>
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[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there<br>
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care<br>
[Master P] Kentucky, Tennessee, nigga we don't care<br>
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there<br>
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care<br>
[Master P] North Carolina, South Carolina, nigga we don't care<br>
[Young Bleed] Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there<br>
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care<br>
[Master P] R.U., Utah nigga we don't care<br>
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there<br>
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care<br>
[Master P] Arizona, New Mexico, nigga we don't care<br>
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[C-Loc]<br>
It's wicked, when I kick it, you don't hear me though<br>
When I hit tha do', best hit it tha flo', time to go<br>
Pay tha cost, to be tha boss, in this rap shit, about as wicked<br>
It's gon' get, in tha industry, I be, bringin' tha action<br>
In this musical fashion, if you don't know fool you betta ask em<br>
Cause fools that wanna get wit I get wit em<br>
When I put my gloves on, I'm bout to get gone, so long<br>
Please mama may I, go out and be a playa, sippin' on Hennessey<br>
A million bitches want me, my nigga passed tha herb, I took a token<br>
I'm stayin' true, cuz what eva' he down wit I'm down wit it too<br>
So don't get full of that alcohol in tha club and thank you bad<br>
Cuz if ya'll niggas start fuckin' up somebody gon' kick yo ass<br>
Now who's that makin' that funky noise, it's tha locster comin' through<br>
Wit all his boyz, fucked up and let a nigga get tha right place in time<br>
So now foolz I'm goin' fo' mine, motherfuckers ungh<br>
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[Chorus: Young Bleed, Master P]<br>
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[Young Bleed] Niggaz holla how you do that there<br>
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care<br>
[Master P] From New York to Oklahoma nigga we don't care<br>
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there<br>
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care<br>
[Master P] Minnesota to Michigan nigga we don't care<br>
[Young Bleed] Give a fuck niggaz holla how you do that there<br>
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care<br>
[Master P] Illinois to Indiana nigga we don't care<br>
[Young Bleed] I hear they holla how you do that there<br>
Roll it up, blow it up, nigga we don't care<br>
[Master P] Cause TRU niggaz is bout it and we don't care<br>
How we do that there, how we do that there<br>
how we do that there<br>
Cause No Limit niggaz bout it and we don't care<br>
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