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Текст (слова) песни: C-Murder - What You Bout

[M] You motherfucking well right.
[C] What`s happ`. Motherfucking well right
[M] BUCK! BUCK! Here I go boy. 504 still up in this BITCH!
[C] Nigga, TRU Records in this bitch ya dig
It`s a No Limit thang boy.
[M] Nigga, if you aint bout that motherfucking drama
and all that other crazy ass shit, get the fuck out the club nigga
[C] Ke`noe
[M] Ya heard me

Chorus 2x: Mystikal (C-Murder)
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)

[Mystikal]
Yeah
Kept telling a motherfucker they aint 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

Chorus

[C-Murder]
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
aint fucking with a nigga if he aint fucking with me
But if it go down, I`m ready to ride, I aint 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 aint no toy, thugged out from the South boy
Fucking with No Limit will get yo dragged out yo house boy

 

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