Diplomats - Bout It Bout It... Part III (feat. Master P) Lyrics
[Intro: Master P] + (Cam'Ron)Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these niggazYa'heard me(Let's do it my nigga)Well do your dizang(There's nothin', man)(Up top, down south, right)Oh yeah, oh yeah(We bout it)Aiight whoadie(Yeah)Yo, this one here goes out to them boysThat's bout it, bout itMaster P, Cam'RonWe takin' this from the South to the EastUhhhhh[Cam'Ron]I represent, where them killers at145th and Broadway you get your head crackedGet your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs crackedWig tapped, play fair day care kids nappedYou think you real, well my posse is crazierYour moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi ArabiaI'm 89 and oh, Audi and eightiersBeef in N-O I had to call No Limit upBaby mack baby gat love the way the babyGot my baby boo, cop the X5, that's a baby truckSantana rollin' big, Jimmy in the CaddyDayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, CincinnatiIn the Double-O I represent the C-OPlease ho, Harlem World forty if that's me, yoClipse eleven or bricks get seven offSnow so white only thing missin' is seven dwarfs[Hook] [Master P]Killa Cam, you know he bout it, bout itJim Jones, you know he bout it, bout itFreeky Z, you know he bout it, bout itSantana, that boy bout it, bout itHarlem World, you know they bout it, bout itDiplomats, you know they rowdy, rowdy145th and Broadway, them boys realYou know them boys, they don't play[Cam'Ron]Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an ounce or twoMy crib look like the FountainblueA fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain DewFront on y'all little cats I was bound to doI made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my shoesI got head but need more mouth119th to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's outPapi's rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin'I pop ack over some oxi cottonCotton club and Roxy RobinsRubies and rocks we poppin'Booties, oozies and glocks'll stop 'emBattery on his head, copper top himWhen I'm in the building dogg, you got to watch himGot to spot him tray eight a floor revolverThe D.A., seargent and coroner's problem - nowHighs get eight done, dips that don't play noneJim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana[Hook][Jim Jones]You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thingIn uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the blockDogg he move that water shit, he like the networkOver wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet shirtThen if you walkin' through Foster and TaftFlossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to your assAnd I can't forget AK and WagnerMy dogs straight crazy cuz the AK'll blast yaOne callin' daddy Sheik and QLB's and Sally beat your crew, now come onAnd dope stacks, right in front the liquor storeHennesy, lil' me me you know the flipped the rawMuch upset, oh yeah they bout it16 shots up out the glock I come about it[Master P]140 Lennox, you know they bout it, bout itTaliban and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdyMaster P, the New No LimitYou see us hustlas keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'Blackadome, you know he bout it, bout itLucius Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdyGameface on, man we gangstas fo' shoCP-3 representin' Dirty South, the N-OC-Murder, hold the block downWe get paper whoadie even on lockdownATL, you know they bout it, bout itMississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy, rowdyL.A., you know they bout it, bout itFlorida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdyOklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they B-O-U-TSeattle bout it, Hawaii rowdyAlaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, bout itIndiana, you know they bout itSt. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy, rowdyPhoenix bout it, Milwaukee bout itThe N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy, rowdy[Outro][Jim Jones & Master P]Bounce bounce bounce bounceBounce bounce bounce bounce(You know they rowdy, rowdy)Bounce bounce bounce foolBounce bounce bounce bounce(You know they rowdy, rowdy)Bounce bounce bounce bounceBounce bounce bounce bounce(You know they rowdy, rowdy)Bounce bounce bounce fool
