Bout That

Lyrics

[Intro: Jay Rock] Nigga I'm 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that Nigga I'm 'bout that, 'bout that, 'bout that Nigga I'm bout that, show you why I'm 'bout that No mask, dirty pistols show you why I'm 'bout that [Verse 1: Jay Rock] I'm in the hood all day broken plumbing Sew a nigga down for anything just to get some money The homie cousin down from Oklahoma, tryna work him a spot It ain't gone work in his favor if I don't see no paper, I'm mad Frustrated, you can say doing bad Took a loss, to bounce back, I need a brick and a half You ain't gon' front me? I'm on your front steps like the mailman Better yet your backdoor, you dead on your back porch Cooperate or get laid down Got nine ounces on the table, get 'em right now It's cutthroat in these projects, young niggas would rob they own uncle Blame it on the next nigga and kill 'em when they want to Raised in the jungle, orangutans and Rah-Rah Twelve-year-olds hold backpacks with Blah-Blahs You wonder why we act this way? It's the end of the month, you know that them checks come late! [Hook: Jay Rock] I make everybody feel it when I'm on one Make 'em feel it when I'm on one I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I'm on one Nigga I'm 'bout that ('bout that) I show you why I'm 'bout that No mask, dirty pistols show you why I'm 'bout that I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I'm on one [Verse 2: Jay Rock] 211s turn to a 187 in a second when I'm wildin with the Wesson Don't believe me? Ask the last dead nigga for a reference Smokers up the block, with a lot, of change and shit Need a dime, got a dub, I need change and shit Same clothes, three days I never change for shit Got to code a scheme to snatch a nigga chain then split Like I catch him off guard trying to floss at the mall Them some nice shines, nigga, take that off! (Man, my grand momma gave me that chain) Sometimes you got to Re-up to make that back Got to grind overtime just to pick up that slack I sold some to the homie momma, lost a couple customers Narcs in V-necks fit in just to fuck with us Identifying hustlers Now I made small time, small nine, still ain't slop-py I'm strapped at the swap meet, 'cuz niggas know I bang! Better use it, motherfucker, or I'mma bust your brain! [Hook: Jay Rock] I make everybody feel it when I'm on one Make 'em feel it when I'm on one I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I'm on one Nigga I'm 'bout that ('bout that) I show you why I'm 'bout that No mask, dirty pistols show you why I'm 'bout that I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I'm on one [Verse 3: Jay Rock & Schoolboy Q] Motherfucker, I'll be damned if a nigga don't eat out here Slang crack, slang water, slang weed out here Slang pussy, slang meth, slang E out here Catch him at the light, right before his cars switch gears ScHoolboy Q, tell 'em we ain't thinking 'bout no fair warns Ready to rock 'em, bring them choppers Knock him out his Air 1's Pistol poppers make them helicopters into AirComm Yelling out redruM, Murder! Murder! Get me in that window then I, Serve ya! Serve ya! Scurve in that 'Burban, swerving like cursive Fuck that double back, slap it in park Hop out, blam blam, hop back in before it get dark In broad daylight nigga, what's your day like nigga I'm surrounded by nighttime hustlers and daylight killers Daylight skrilla, whenever them chips ain't straight Make 'em strip like Magic City on a monday! Rock! [Hook: Jay Rock] I make everybody feel it when I'm on one Make 'em feel it when I'm on one I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I'm on one Nigga I'm 'bout that ('bout that) I show you why I'm 'bout that No mask, dirty pistols show you why I'm 'bout that I show no sympathy for no one, especially when I'm on one