The Diplomats

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  • The Diplomats Bout It Bout It..., Pt. 3 Lyrics

           

    [Intro: Master P] + (Cam'Ron)

    Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these niggaz

    Ya'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 boys

    That's bout it, bout it

    Master P, Cam'Ron

    We takin' this from the South to the East

    Uhhhhh



    [Cam'Ron]

    I represent, where them killers at

    145th and Broadway you get your head cracked

    Get your legs snapped, arm trist, ribs cracked

    Wig tapped, play fair day care kids napped

    You think you real, well my posse is crazier

    Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Saudi Arabia

    I'm 89 and oh, Audi and eightiers

    Beef in N-O I had to call No Limit up

    Baby mack baby gat love the way the baby

    Got my baby boo, cop the X5, that's a baby truck

    Santana rollin' big, Jimmy in the Caddy

    Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati

    In the Double-O I represent the C-O

    Please ho, Harlem World forty if that's me, yo

    Clipse eleven or bricks get seven off

    Snow so white only thing missin' is seven dwarfs



    [Hook] [Master P]

    Killa Cam, you know he bout it, bout it

    Jim Jones, you know he bout it, bout it

    Freeky Z, you know he bout it, bout it

    Santana, that boy bout it, bout it

    Harlem World, you know they bout it, bout it

    Diplomats, you know they rowdy, rowdy

    145th and Broadway, them boys real

    You know them boys, they don't play



    [Cam'Ron]

    Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an ounce or two

    My crib look like the Fountainblue

    A fountain too, no water, only pumpin' Mountain Dew

    Front on y'all little cats I was bound to do

    I made a weird, chickenheads can't pronounce my shoes

    I got head but need more mouth

    119th to the whorehouse, soon as the tour's out

    Papi's rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin'

    I pop ack over some oxi cotton

    Cotton club and Roxy Robins

    Rubies and rocks we poppin'

    Booties, oozies and glocks'll stop 'em

    Battery on his head, copper top him

    When I'm in the building dogg, you got to watch him

    Got to spot him tray eight a floor revolver

    The D.A., seargent and coroner's problem - now

    Highs get eight done, dips that don't play none

    Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one - Santana



    [Hook]



    [Jim Jones]

    You know I claim (What you claim?) where them gangstas bang

    15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own thing

    In uptown, up on 40 a phat Sean hit the block

    Dogg he move that water shit, he like the network

    Over wet work, you come up short on that paper get a wet shirt

    Then if you walkin' through Foster and Taft

    Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to your ass

    And I can't forget AK and Wagner

    My dogs straight crazy cuz the AK'll blast ya

    One callin' daddy Sheik and Q

    LB's and Sally beat your crew, now come on

    And dope stacks, right in front the liquor store

    Hennesy, lil' me me you know the flipped the raw

    Much upset, oh yeah they bout it

    16 shots up out the glock I come about it



    [Master P]

    140 Lennox, you know they bout it, bout it

    Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy, rowdy

    Master P, the New No Limit

    You see us hustlas keep it real, that's why we keep winnin'

    Blackadome, you know he bout it, bout it

    Lucius Sheist, you know they rowdy, rowdy

    Gameface on, man we gangstas fo' sho

    CP-3 representin' Dirty South, the N-O

    C-Murder, hold the block down

    We get paper whoadie even on lockdown

    ATL, you know they bout it, bout it

    Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy, rowdy

    L.A., you know they bout it, bout it

    Florida and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy

    Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they B-O-U-T

    Seattle bout it, Hawaii rowdy

    Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, bout it

    Indiana, you know they bout it

    St. Louis, Kentucky, you know they rowdy, rowdy

    Phoenix bout it, Milwaukee bout it

    The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy, rowdy



    [Outro][Jim Jones & Master P]

    Bounce bounce bounce bounce

    Bounce bounce bounce bounce

    (You know they rowdy, rowdy)

    Bounce bounce bounce fool

    Bounce bounce bounce bounce

    (You know they rowdy, rowdy)

    Bounce bounce bounce bounce

    Bounce bounce bounce bounce

    (You know they rowdy, rowdy)

    Bounce bounce bounce fool

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