"I'm 'Bout That" lyrics
[50 Cent (DJ Whoo Kid):]
I'm in the hood man
I'm in the hood all the time man; for real, son
I come back from a tour... I come through, you know I'm saying?
I switch up, I've got mad cars and shit like that
But niggas, niggas look at that Suburban like
Is it that black joint come to the black? That's Fif'; like their son!
Niggas know that's bulletproof, bomb bulletproof, .8-proof!
Shoot a big gun, that's should be like: "ping, ping!"
[50 Cent:]
Easy man!
Niggas better be easy, man. (Whoo!)
Come around man, this niggas speak, man
Acting like I ain't 'bout that
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that! (damn!)
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! (Whoo!)
Riding with a full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! (damn!)
Front on me, get away, I doubt that!
Want to tell that Ds; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in the .5th in ya mouth, Jack! (50 Cent!)
[Tony Yayo:]
Ayo! Four-door Porsch' coming out in 2-0-9
Thanks to Curtis Jackson, I've already got mine, I shine!
Yay's still living the crime route
Dilver my dimes out, when TNT outta call it time out (damn!)
I blow four charges if I do-own (come on!)
My fiends going to the rehab like Winehouse
You know I got my shine's out love they way the wezzey look
Rob cop dezzey hype you're running like Reggie Bush
(Bring it down down!)
Money green ain't got these in the US (what else?)
(Kid!)
600 euros! I cop these in Paris
Back from Japan look from the D-Van
Jump in the booth turn into E man
(Let's go!)
Go to the strip go to the D man
Find some hoes in the club turn to the E man
Smoke more weed than the damn weed man
More drugs more guns. I'm D, man!
[50 Cent:]
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that!
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! (Whoo!)
Riding with a full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! (damn!)
Front on me, get away, I doubt that!
Want to tell that Ds; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in the .5th in ya mouth, Jack! (50 Cent!)
[Lloyd Bank$:]
Hey! I'm that nigga on Yack liquor
Stack flipper, Cadillac whipper
Automatic gripper 500-hundred-dollar slipper
So, I smoke like Boundy. So, I'm coming by the zipper
Nigga (Whoo!). I climb like up the parking lot, party stop!
30 deep, Bentleys Lambo', Ferrari guap
Niggas act like they're family 'til somebody shot
Bodies drop niggas tell skip town like they're living in a cell
See me out inna 'bout the chrome is with' me
Before I give up my chain I'm rolling kidney
I'm so crispy, out in Sydney
Stampede the reception they give me
7-60. You try to play me
The blood will flow faster than the old Jay-Z (crazy!)
(Lloyd Banks!)
Banks! You never seen a legend on wheels
No, not that Accura the man with the mills
I'll!
[50 Cent:]
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that!
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that!
Riding with a full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! (damn!)
Front on me, get away, I doubt that!
Want to tell that Ds; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in the .5th in ya mouth, Jack! (50 Cent!)
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout it! I'm 'bout it, 'bout it!
I push the coupey you see in books a crowd around it
Lows drop 'til they y'all like a yellow yacht. Sun gleaming
.40-Glock - right here cock it in sun's scheming
I ain't the vision of the fans shit, Marshall whips with big wheels
Bad bitches on big hills and Lugosi eating the big deals
I'm careful with pussy, pussy, 'cause pussy that shit kill
What your life like? My is like a roller-coaster
Life around the toaster, popping off, I brouch you
On that bullshit, I flip quick! Let off of a full clip
It's the no one, when they saw 'em. I don't give a fuck! (damn!)
If I'm right and if I'm wrong - we hit 'em and we're gone! (50 Cent!)
Leave a nigga on it, it's long - early in the morn'
We up with the birds, to put it in word is born
Give it a set dress! We can write we rest
Put a hole in his chest, my niggas do it the best!
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that!
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! (damn!)
Riding with a full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
Front on me, get away, I doubt that!
Want to tell that Ds; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in the .5th in ya mouth, Jack! (50 Cent!)
Whoo Kid!
Damn! G-Unit Radio. G-Unit Saturdays!
Go cop "T-O-S" and "Blood In The Sand" game and you know what go cop!
50x50 book too!
Man know what I'm 'bout that
Ha!
DJ Whoo Kid!
Fat Joe I've got yo' baby!
Damn!
Fuck Fat Joe!
I'm in the hood man
I'm in the hood all the time man; for real, son
I come back from a tour... I come through, you know I'm saying?
I switch up, I've got mad cars and shit like that
But niggas, niggas look at that Suburban like
Is it that black joint come to the black? That's Fif'; like their son!
Niggas know that's bulletproof, bomb bulletproof, .8-proof!
Shoot a big gun, that's should be like: "ping, ping!"
[50 Cent:]
Easy man!
Niggas better be easy, man. (Whoo!)
Come around man, this niggas speak, man
Acting like I ain't 'bout that
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that! (damn!)
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! (Whoo!)
Riding with a full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! (damn!)
Front on me, get away, I doubt that!
Want to tell that Ds; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in the .5th in ya mouth, Jack! (50 Cent!)
[Tony Yayo:]
Ayo! Four-door Porsch' coming out in 2-0-9
Thanks to Curtis Jackson, I've already got mine, I shine!
Yay's still living the crime route
Dilver my dimes out, when TNT outta call it time out (damn!)
I blow four charges if I do-own (come on!)
My fiends going to the rehab like Winehouse
You know I got my shine's out love they way the wezzey look
Rob cop dezzey hype you're running like Reggie Bush
(Bring it down down!)
Money green ain't got these in the US (what else?)
(Kid!)
600 euros! I cop these in Paris
Back from Japan look from the D-Van
Jump in the booth turn into E man
(Let's go!)
Go to the strip go to the D man
Find some hoes in the club turn to the E man
Smoke more weed than the damn weed man
More drugs more guns. I'm D, man!
[50 Cent:]
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that!
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! (Whoo!)
Riding with a full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! (damn!)
Front on me, get away, I doubt that!
Want to tell that Ds; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in the .5th in ya mouth, Jack! (50 Cent!)
[Lloyd Bank$:]
Hey! I'm that nigga on Yack liquor
Stack flipper, Cadillac whipper
Automatic gripper 500-hundred-dollar slipper
So, I smoke like Boundy. So, I'm coming by the zipper
Nigga (Whoo!). I climb like up the parking lot, party stop!
30 deep, Bentleys Lambo', Ferrari guap
Niggas act like they're family 'til somebody shot
Bodies drop niggas tell skip town like they're living in a cell
See me out inna 'bout the chrome is with' me
Before I give up my chain I'm rolling kidney
I'm so crispy, out in Sydney
Stampede the reception they give me
7-60. You try to play me
The blood will flow faster than the old Jay-Z (crazy!)
(Lloyd Banks!)
Banks! You never seen a legend on wheels
No, not that Accura the man with the mills
I'll!
[50 Cent:]
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that!
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that!
Riding with a full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! (damn!)
Front on me, get away, I doubt that!
Want to tell that Ds; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in the .5th in ya mouth, Jack! (50 Cent!)
I said I'm 'bout it, 'bout it! I'm 'bout it, 'bout it!
I push the coupey you see in books a crowd around it
Lows drop 'til they y'all like a yellow yacht. Sun gleaming
.40-Glock - right here cock it in sun's scheming
I ain't the vision of the fans shit, Marshall whips with big wheels
Bad bitches on big hills and Lugosi eating the big deals
I'm careful with pussy, pussy, 'cause pussy that shit kill
What your life like? My is like a roller-coaster
Life around the toaster, popping off, I brouch you
On that bullshit, I flip quick! Let off of a full clip
It's the no one, when they saw 'em. I don't give a fuck! (damn!)
If I'm right and if I'm wrong - we hit 'em and we're gone! (50 Cent!)
Leave a nigga on it, it's long - early in the morn'
We up with the birds, to put it in word is born
Give it a set dress! We can write we rest
Put a hole in his chest, my niggas do it the best!
I put the work in the chips; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that!
Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! (damn!)
Riding with a full clip; yeah, I'm 'bout that!
Front on me, get away, I doubt that!
Want to tell that Ds; yeah, I doubt that!
I put the barrel in the .5th in ya mouth, Jack! (50 Cent!)
Whoo Kid!
Damn! G-Unit Radio. G-Unit Saturdays!
Go cop "T-O-S" and "Blood In The Sand" game and you know what go cop!
50x50 book too!
Man know what I'm 'bout that
Ha!
DJ Whoo Kid!
Fat Joe I've got yo' baby!
Damn!
Fuck Fat Joe!
