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