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bout it x2 - dkc lyrics

[intro]

(instrumental)

merce!
dkc
almost famous yeah
good evening music

k-kontrabandz

sound like some jason —-, it’s time to k!ll em. go!

[verse 1]

feeling like a different man now
i feel like waldo in a crowd how i stand out
to tell the truth i don’t give a d-mn now. (nah)
you’ll get your hand cut looking for a hand out
—- boys got me on the verge to black out
pop, pop, man- down , i ain’t playing ’round
got the heavy metal case you boys wanna jam out
chopper sing k-mbaya make em camp out
(gunshot)
rock a bye baby , clip hold 80
sedate yo’ — if you wan’ get crazy
you can’t tame me. ( nah )
got guns like the navy, i’ll put a tag on you like macy’s
y’all b—- n—– like a.g’s, y’all can’t phase me
deflate you boys; tom brady
i do this on the daily, but can you blame?
brooklyn made me but south side raised me

so do i need to say more? (nah)
or should i spray more and lay you boys down like a claymore? (woo)
feeling like i’m —— 8’4, ’cause this a.r got em shaking like a chainsaw. i’m just saying

i’m lining —— like a barber
turn your hood to hurricane harbor, shooting like jordan. (wet)
i be in 40 like spike do the garden, dropping more bars then a warden. (brrrat ahh!)

[chorus]

don’t start talking crazy when y’all really don’t want no problems
(that’s a fact)
i say this for your safety cause the —— i’m around be wilding
(f— with me)
these n.y —— shady and be really quick to catch a body
(woo)
i dare y’all try to play me so i can show ya —— how we riding

’cause we bout it bout it
’bout it bout it

play no games

we bout it bout it
bout it bout it

talkin’ that gang gang gang oh!

we bout it bout it
bout it bout it

y’all ain’t bout a thing oh!

—– we bout it bout it
bout it bout it, lord

yeah, (brrat!)

[verse 2]

my —– all i do is k!ll —-
i’m the one you don’t really wanna deal with
real —-
take over your side like a pilgrim
and if it’s beef we putting holes in everybody that you chill with
(woo)

i ain’t scarface i’m poppin’ ——- and the children
so if it’s beef boy you better k!ll me. (better k!ll me)

’cause you pop on computers but i pop like a duelist it get ugly, real ugly rumplestiltskin
(f— with me!)

run up in the house like cory, dressed in all black like maury, holding that 40. (ahh)
let it tell ya crib a little bed time story
once upon a time , y’all snoring. (sleep!)

tools always drawn like anime
ya’ll past away as soon as i blast away. (blow!)
i murk ya gang
boy, ya whole turf get slain, squeeze the mack and turn your waves into hurricanes

see, boy i’m ’bout business . no tie. no lie
i been k!lling this —- the whole time. oh god!
my whole fam gon’ be on top in no time
as long as i stay on it like i did four lines

you already shno. —– queens get the money
i don’t know where you from but your whole team b-mmy
—- with my side it be a wrap like a mummy
bullets flying thru the gl-ss like a crash test dummy
(gunshots)

[chorus]

’cause we bout it bout it
’bout it bout it

play no games

we bout it bout it
bout it bout it

talkin’ that gang gang gang oh!

we bout it bout it
bout it bout it

y’all ain’t bout a thing oh!

—– we bout it bout it
bout it bout it, lord

yeah, (brrat!)

[outro]

(that’s a fact)

(f— with me)

(woo)

play no games

talkin’ that gang gang gang oh!

y’all ain’t bout a thing oh!

yeah, (brrat!)

(instrumental)

- dkc lyrics

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