Lyrical Breakdown of I'm Bout It, Bout It (feat. Mia X) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Yeah, ha, I could never turn my back, nigga (Never)
I could never forget where I came from (It's far, nigga)
That's my motherfucking people (Master P, huh, Master P)
Native of New Orleans, New Orleans, (Are you down, nigga?)
All y'all troops home, get 'em up in Richmond, California
(We puttin' 'em on the map, nigga) Put 'em up
Represent (Where you from?) Westside, Southside
Check out some of this Down South shit, y'all niggas
You 'bout it? I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
If you 'bout it, 'bout it, well say you 'bout it, 'bout it
I represent, where them killers hang
Third Ward Calliope Projects, we got our own thang
It's a small hood, but it's all good
And Mr. Rogers ain't got his strap on my neighborhood
I represent nothin' but G's, G's
From Richmond, California all the way back to New Orleans
That murder capital, in other words, so fool, watch your back
The Mardi Gras look good but some tourists don't make it back
And niggas ain't trippin' on your life, G life
They ready to take your ass out before the count of one, two, three
So give me your gold chain, what about your gold ring?
Niggas from Down South quick to put you in that body sling
I mean that body cab (Haha), what about a body bag?
You ain't think quick, that's why you on your ass
And niggas startin', perpetratin' talkin' shit (Huh)
You roll through the projects, you might get your wig split
Niggas look crazy, wanna ball quarters
You better not fuck with them fools that's gone on that water-water
I mean that click of juice (Damn), from Alba High (Like that?)
Whatever you on, the corner, they dickin' cigarettes to get high
And some alcohol, niggas don't even give a fuck
They leave you stuck in that motherfuckin' black truck
Break you off like some motherfuckin' Japanese (Damn)
Ain't no love in this hood, ain't no love for G's
And these niggas killin' bitches too
And these bitches and them niggas, they don't give a fuck about you
You gotta be 'bout it, 'bout it, 'cause I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
Third Ward Calliope Projects, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it
In that Fourth Ward, it's 'bout it, 'bout it (Bout it, bout it)
I mean that Fifth Ward and Tenth Ward
You know they 'bout it, 'bout it
Twelfth Ward, 'bout it, 'bout it, and that Thirteenth
Seventeenth, Up, Down, Downtown, across the sea
'Bout it, 'bout it, 'cause we 'bout it, 'bout it
My lil' homie High Minus Sign, they 'bout it, 'bout it
'Bout it, 'bout it, I mean we 'bout it, 'bout it
King George, T-R-U, you know we 'bout it, 'bout it
TIP, you know he 'bout it, 'bout it
My manager T.C., you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
Big Ed, 'bout it, 'bout it
Sonya C, you know she's 'bout it, 'bout it
C-Murder, 'bout it, 'bout it
Mr. Sir-Ron, is 'bout it, 'bout it
Moby Dick, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
Kerry G, K-Lou, 'bout it, 'bout it
Craig, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
Then Mia X come kick some shit, she 'bout it, 'bout it
I'm here to show a whole bunch of niggas that I'm 'bout it
Comin' from the Crest and testin' nuts
And ready to bust on those who doubt it
I'm rowdy as the fuck
So you best be backin' up from this below sea level ho
Comin' like a tornado brings drama, either way, I have to do this
So break yourself, niggas, here comes a woman to this TRU clique
Them niggas who love to hate but yet ain't bold enough to face
'Cause Mia X will finish first in this Grand Diva race
I keep your ass laced with my pimpstress funk
Punks playa-hate because they shit be bunk
But I dunk a nigga head into a toilet full of piss
'Cause in this drama-filled booth, we ain't takin' no shit
Downtown Sixth Ward, Love B, On God, Seventh Ward
Hardhead niggas out that St. Bernard, Ninth Ward
Crest, Parkland, Viarant, Florida, New Orleans
So 'bout it every day, we comin' harder, fire water
Got them niggas gettin' high off my floss
Gumbo, Greek greeam, plus my étouffée got 'em payin' twenty bucks
So bring it on 'cause I got it recognized
No Limit and Mia X, nigga, flex if you 'bout it, 'bout it
You 'bout it, 'bout it? Yeah, I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
And rest in peace my girl Jill 'cause she was 'bout it, 'bout it
I mean, she 'bout it, 'bout it, she was 'bout it, 'bout it
Them niggas from No Limit Records, you know we 'bout it, 'bout it
Master P, you know I'm 'bout it, 'bout it
The whole New Orleans, them motherfuckers 'bout it, 'bout it
Baton Rouge, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it
Texas and Tennessee, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it
Alabama, even Georgia
And all you other motherfuckers down in Southside Florida
You know they 'bout it, 'bout it, 'cause we 'bout it, 'bout it
From Richmond, California to Oakland, they 'bout it, 'bout it
'Cross the Bay, to San Francisco, to the East Side
Huh, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it
Down in Kansas City, you know they 'bout it, 'bout it
Kentucky, Ohio, Washington, 'cause they 'bout it, 'bout it
Mean Green, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
Craig Street, huh, that nigga 'bout it, 'bout it
Rock Wayne, huh, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
My nigga Versacod, you know he's 'bout it, 'bout it
Roxanne and the Magnolia 'bout it, 'bout it
And all them niggas Uptown, fuck 'em, 'bout it, 'bout it
All them niggas bootin' up with them golds
'Bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it)
Them niggas 'bout it, 'bout it ('Bout it, 'bout it)
My little brother Kevin Miller, rest in peace (Rest in peace)
Young nigga, huh, he was 'bout it, 'bout it
Bounce, bounce, bounce, fool, if you 'bout it, 'bout it
Yeah, if you 'bout it, say you 'bout it
Bein' up 'bout it, that mean you down to do whatever
You 'bout it? I'm 'bout it