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Cam'ron - Bout It Bout It Part. 3 lyrics
Feat. Jim Jones, Master P
 [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 'emCam'ron - Bout It Bout It Part. 3 - http://motolyrics.com/camron/bout-it-bout-it-part-3-lyrics.html
 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 'cause 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








