"What About Me" lyrics
Lil Boosie Lyrics
This how they got me feeling right now, look, nigga what about...me, what about boo
They holler Juvy, they holler Jigga, they holler T.I.P
They holler Akon, and J-Kwon, but what about me
They young bloods and young guns, but Boosie
He buss guns and spit it to his love ones, look
They holler usher and that Lil Jon shit
They holler I smoke I drank but I made that bitch
They holler Manny, baby, Wayne, and Geezy
Don't nobody holler Boosie like nobody don't believe me
What about eazy-e, yea he fading for sheezy
What about Aaliyah, what about Soulja, what about O.D.B
What about DMC, the Addidas on ya feet, G-Nikes to gain ya height
But me I keep it G, what about C-loc, when I knew I was cold
I was that nigga on the camp like I was 10 years old
They holler flip, they holler Mike Jones, they holler bone crusher
That reese and big song and I made head buster, nigga what about...me
That's how I'm feeling
When I'm with my niggas chillin
Wishing that we had a million
What about...me
That's how I'm feeling
Looking at my mama ceiling
Wishing that we had a million
, what about me
They holler Petey Pablo, and the rest of that shit
They holler Puff but I'm on that Deathrow shit
I'm on that never seen a man cry till you seen a man die
That real faith shit that make you go spray shit
They holler romeo and bow wow but what about Lil Boosie
I want to star up in a movies with hoes in a jacuzzi
I want to fuck with free and AJ and freestyle with tigger
Blow doe with Beanie Siegel ride low in q regal
I'm thuggin and them major labels know that
So they figure if they sign me one year later I'll have a toe tag look
They holler banner, they holler mase, and they holler trick
But I know somebody know something that Boosie shit
This ain't no beef song, this what I see when bet on
And MTV on. I'm peeping ya Holmes
Hollering out lean back and lovers and friends
But the hardest song to hit the streets was "nigga then", nigga what about...me
That's how I'm feeling
When I'm with my niggas chillin
Wishing that we had a million
What about...me
That's how I'm feeling
Looking at my mama ceiling
Wishing that we had a million
, what about me
I'm trillville my damn self, I'm a one man army like Russel Simmons and def
Got people rubbing their hair, I still ain't forgave myself
I'm feeling like tip, I'm tired of niggas in the cage I'm feeling like pimp
Yaw niggas listening to these rappers, they're lying
Don't think cause this nigga swol' bruh, that this nigga soldier
These niggas telling lies to ya, so April Fools
If you don't bump boo then the jokes on you
Two-line crew, they started all that nasty shit
And buck down he started all that nasty bitch
2Pac, told you 'bout the fucking guns
Jigga, told ya how to put the work in the can
And...run
They holler skip and wacko, but them niggas they thug though
And young buck I got love for, but what about...me
They gon' feel this bitch here, all across the world, nigga what about...me
That's how I'm feeling
When I'm with my niggas chillin
Wishing that we had a million
What about...me
That's how I'm feeling
Looking at my mama ceiling
Wishing that we had a million
, what about me
Say mane, I be feeling like, you know what I'm saying, somebody, somewhere, gotta be hearing me, I should have been blowed up, I know I'm rawwa than a lot of these niggas out here, thank a nigga hating somewhere, I don't know what it is, I'm 'a keep it gutter though, I'm wildin out, nigga what about...me
They holler Juvy, they holler Jigga, they holler T.I.P
They holler Akon, and J-Kwon, but what about me
They young bloods and young guns, but Boosie
He buss guns and spit it to his love ones, look
They holler usher and that Lil Jon shit
They holler I smoke I drank but I made that bitch
They holler Manny, baby, Wayne, and Geezy
Don't nobody holler Boosie like nobody don't believe me
What about eazy-e, yea he fading for sheezy
What about Aaliyah, what about Soulja, what about O.D.B
What about DMC, the Addidas on ya feet, G-Nikes to gain ya height
But me I keep it G, what about C-loc, when I knew I was cold
I was that nigga on the camp like I was 10 years old
They holler flip, they holler Mike Jones, they holler bone crusher
That reese and big song and I made head buster, nigga what about...me
That's how I'm feeling
When I'm with my niggas chillin
Wishing that we had a million
What about...me
That's how I'm feeling
Looking at my mama ceiling
Wishing that we had a million
, what about me
They holler Petey Pablo, and the rest of that shit
They holler Puff but I'm on that Deathrow shit
I'm on that never seen a man cry till you seen a man die
That real faith shit that make you go spray shit
They holler romeo and bow wow but what about Lil Boosie
I want to star up in a movies with hoes in a jacuzzi
I want to fuck with free and AJ and freestyle with tigger
Blow doe with Beanie Siegel ride low in q regal
I'm thuggin and them major labels know that
So they figure if they sign me one year later I'll have a toe tag look
They holler banner, they holler mase, and they holler trick
But I know somebody know something that Boosie shit
This ain't no beef song, this what I see when bet on
And MTV on. I'm peeping ya Holmes
Hollering out lean back and lovers and friends
But the hardest song to hit the streets was "nigga then", nigga what about...me
That's how I'm feeling
When I'm with my niggas chillin
Wishing that we had a million
What about...me
That's how I'm feeling
Looking at my mama ceiling
Wishing that we had a million
, what about me
I'm trillville my damn self, I'm a one man army like Russel Simmons and def
Got people rubbing their hair, I still ain't forgave myself
I'm feeling like tip, I'm tired of niggas in the cage I'm feeling like pimp
Yaw niggas listening to these rappers, they're lying
Don't think cause this nigga swol' bruh, that this nigga soldier
These niggas telling lies to ya, so April Fools
If you don't bump boo then the jokes on you
Two-line crew, they started all that nasty shit
And buck down he started all that nasty bitch
2Pac, told you 'bout the fucking guns
Jigga, told ya how to put the work in the can
And...run
They holler skip and wacko, but them niggas they thug though
And young buck I got love for, but what about...me
They gon' feel this bitch here, all across the world, nigga what about...me
That's how I'm feeling
When I'm with my niggas chillin
Wishing that we had a million
What about...me
That's how I'm feeling
Looking at my mama ceiling
Wishing that we had a million
, what about me
Say mane, I be feeling like, you know what I'm saying, somebody, somewhere, gotta be hearing me, I should have been blowed up, I know I'm rawwa than a lot of these niggas out here, thank a nigga hating somewhere, I don't know what it is, I'm 'a keep it gutter though, I'm wildin out, nigga what about...me
Writer(s): David Foster, Richard Marx, Kenny Rogers
