What You Bout – C-murder – letras

Artist: C-Murder f/ MystikalAlbum: Trapped in CrimeSong: 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 digIt’s a No Limit thang boy.[M] Nigga, if you aint bout that motherfucking dramaand 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]YeahKept telling a motherfucker they aint gon’ feel us, see us, hear usThese niggas from the 504 the realest, TRU ghetto godzillasYa’ll niggas tryna keep up with the manya’ll motherfuckers need to keep up with the timeFuck all that other shit, come up with the beatI’ma come up with the rhymeThe dome splitter, natural born zone ripperHold my own nigga, big tyme pistol gripperI told ya ass, you can’t say my name with a dick in yo mouthIt done happened already, you know I’m coming to fuck up the crowdAny how, got ya hands down might as well have yo pants downBout this Bout it Bout it, so nigga don’t FUCK AROUNDThe man hot, stand outGot the whole clout, represent the whole SouthChorus[C-Murder]What you bout, I’m bout that drama, step to me and let’s handle itA nigga out the South, with golds in his mouth, straight out of LouisianaThe boot, we quick to shoot, the 504 I’m representingTRU niggas on the tank, N-L for life, down south, No LimitDeadly Soundz bring the noise for them boyz who be dumping with them heatersAnd I bring them lyrics that’ll have them killers fighting like mosquitosBreak 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 meBut if it go down, I’m ready to ride, I aint scared, I’m ready to dieNigga be glad I punched you in yo eye, coulda made yo mama cryDon’t play me boy, I aint no toy, thugged out from the South boy