Bout a Lotta Thangs

I’m Bout A Lotta Thangs I Bout A Lotta Thangs, yeah See I’m Bout A Lotta Thangs One thing I know for sure, and two things about it I ain't gonna doubt it [Verse 1] See I’m bought a lot of things Now if you can't hang, pack your shit and swing It's 97 And I'm dodging ying yang I dominated the devil, I'm bringing shit to another level You wouldn't dig it with a shovel, a rebel They cater to the thug life, fool think twice Them crackers have my ass out of sight on the first flight You won't last Live and try Feast To all my homies up the road doing life in Little Mike Boy, I warned you about the turnpike But I'ma still break you off cause we tight, all right But when you break quick, fuck and we'll wait, get into real estate Perpetuate with two accumulations There ain't a future in the chain game You gots to let your nuts hang, nigga Be about a lot of things Be about a lot of things I'm busy Yeah [Verse 2: Trick Daddy] Started a little hot chocolate, now we got clout A stacking grand flex of bands, move down south Family, friends, the liberty is cutting' much loop With big guns with hollow points what a nigga shoot I'm throwing a party, everybody coming for and fall through I got sense, and nut, and funtons two A bunch of hoes, all freaks, and it’s my treat Now Here the key to the tell, use my suite I don't live big time cause I'm the big boy now And cause I sell dope, they make me no bad guy I had bills to pay, but no damn job Two ways to get paid, sell dope or rob The judge gave me probation motherfuck that I squashed it off the back, broke him off slight back A school of shorties out the heights, bout the dope gang Rule one, no to snog, no cocaine Cause it's the dip in affection that's real though And have you fiending like a freak for a dildo Now keep them niggas out your game, be your best bet And make your bitch get a job, she respect that Now let your mama sign for the Benz that you want That hoe will get mad, but nigga please don't Cause I won't fall weak for that bitch till I break her off And if you pussy proof player then it's all off [Hook] One thing I hope to show are two things about it I ain't gon' doubt it I ain't gon' doubt it One thing I hope to show are two things about it Two things about it baby, baby, baby, baby I ain't gon' doubt it [Verse 3: Buddy Roe] The fans put a hole on the cane, you niggas rank the game I gotta maintain in the rap game But that's cool cause I'm versatile I'm a wicked style, they dying out here now I was at all the metro for real though They hit broke six years for selling bloke Had a nigga on the yard, I'm picking them scarred Confiscated all my jewels and my nice cars Yeah they had me in the mix, nigga hooked up quick Cause Slip N slide record pumping mad hits I gotta kick it off right, overcome the stage fright They're playing flights and getting used to mics So they can have me on the road, nigga tour with En vogue Open the show for fat bank rose It's a shame I had to go against the grain Game of things, you see I’m Bout A Lotta Thangs [Verse 4: Trick Daddy] Chose to deal and dope , getting paid for your weight Standing on the corner bragging bought who bitch you slayed Chose to live your life in and out the chain gang And riff a damn thang, and it's a damn shame Never had a child used to chastise yourself If your dogs say you're done with the quickness Your step ain't no mind the mops But you didn't want to care And all you want is boot player, that's nowhere Silly Nigga you shoulda played ball Shoulda stayed school Shoulda got a job, make it start 17 with three in the pen While all your friends still lie on the streets You writing letters Get those letters in return, like that's a feather But lost all your weight worrying And call your dog’s collect, asking about your bitch But now you sick, cause you heard that she suck dick Yeah, they worried about the match that they dropped, but you never got And that box Chevy in the yard that you just couped Flickin' birds be takin' them things And be about a lot of things, nigga If you can't even check it I'm a thin shot, all the old goons and the drugs that taught me to rope Taught me to survive a game And all the motherfuckin' war games This shot to all the bouquets, all my niggas that richmond heights up tops One time for my nigga, your heart, Kurt, or my Jay -Lit Rick We doin' this slip and slide records, 96 97 You fuckin' nigga got me hot, and I'ma stress it Cause you fuckin' nigga, paying these hoes Compete with other niggas, nigga get money, nigga All this can fuck that bitch, nigga She ain't shit, she with it What thing I know, know Know, know, know, know, know Know, know, know, know, know Know, know, know, know, know Know, do things about that I ain't gonna do -do -do -do -do -do -do it