Слова:
Master P I M Bout It Bout It

south shit though nigga. You bout it, I'm bout it bout it If you bout it bout it, well say you bout it bout it I represent where them killers hang Third

I'm embarrassing me I'm embarrassing you, and don't you dare say it isn't true As long as the song's getting airplay, I'm dissing you I'm a hair away

it up I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up I got the hook-up, hook it up I got the hook-up, hook it up I got the hook-up, hook it up I got the

feel that? Yeah nigga that's what I'm talkin' about I know you not tired I'm through, I'm tired and I'm out this motherfucker Yo, I spit so real so

number one but I aina??t talkin bout the combo. S.O.D. boss [yeah] Ia??m the head hon-cho. Walk inside the club, I need V.I.P pronto [Chorus] Pronto

. Window Man 'Cause when I roll nigga I rolls deep I be killin' muthafuckas in they sleep So punk P, the situation is I skipped it No set trip got the

, what I blow, on all my taxes Cause I own, my own masters - own, my own catalogue Ain't tryna be old talkin 'bout "Oh, I had it all" So it's mo', money

poetically prevalent Cooler than peppermint The lieutenant for niggas talkin? 'bout represent No doubt, it's obviously evident I get bent Far from temporary son I'm very permanent Hittin? M

you might not score I'm guaranteed M.V.P. hit jumpers and score Somethin like Allen I. but I play like I'm tall Corn raise starch glaise when I walk through