Текст песни C-Murder f Mystikal - What You Bout
C-Murder f Mystikal - What You Bout слова песни
[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 digIt`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 meChorus 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 manya`ll motherfuckers need to keep up with the time Fuck all that other shit, come up with the beatI`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 drugsNow I`m free, just me and the streetsaint 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