- Song Name: About All That
- Artist Name: Birdman
- Album: Like Father, Like Son
- Songwriters: Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter, Joseph Cartagena, Tristan Jones
- Release Date: 2006.10.31
- Label: Cash Money/Universal
LYRICS FOR "About All That"
Yeah
[Incomprehensible]
I smell murder
[Incomprehensible] and I got him
Look
I'm so bad
Little n**** but see me as a f***** rhino
Lil' Weezy hit this b**** like Rocky Marciano
It's a drought ain't it? How the f*** would I know?
N**** I been gettin' my share in like Sonny Bono
I ran the streets
I started high with two O's just like Ohio
I'm f***** nuts
But I'm so DC like fat shoes
I skate away
Never get caught baby I'm mashed potato smooth
And just when it stopped
Respect me n**** I'm a dog
I wet up the party so have a bathin' suit
And daisy dukes you
Keep talkin' that s*** that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta s***
My n****
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta s***
My n**** 'cause you ain't really even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don'tcha forget
You ain't never been about all that
Oh
Flash the binky splash his dreams on 'em
Let 'em sleep on it
Lay the murder game down back to hustlin' packs
Yeah
Either way they both spit like brat
***
And we done sold so much dope ain't s*** you tell me
N****
My s***'ll have you runnin' naked like an old school
And yeah we 'bout it
Unless ya got a whole f***** suicidal warmin'
And I'm a rider homie and you can find it on me
That 40 cal'll get you certain b**** [Incomprehensible]
This s*** is funny to me
All these n****** frontin' war but they runnin' from me
My n**** keep talkin' that s*** that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta s**
My n****
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta s***
My n**** 'cause you ain't really even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And don'tcha forget
You ain't never been about all that
I had 'em as lil' n****** raised 'em 'round real n******
Poppin' bottles f***** with them *** ***
Made money to the ceilin' me and my young ***
Chillin' I'm in the streets hustlin'
Changed all my new shoes
N**** got some mo' jewels we was gettin' money
And ain't nothin' ever changed
Still gettin' money
We hustlin' from Sunday to Sunday
And we grindin' everyday like the money ain't comin'
N****
Got the dope in the hummer cold case for that thang
I hate the law for what they done did they broke in n****** cribs
Wish I woulda caught 'em I'dda split they f***** wig
3rd Ward let me claim my fame
I put it down uptown I'ma do my thang believe dat
My n*** keep talkin' that s*** that you talkin'
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta s***
My n****
And we gon' have to get into some gangsta s***
My n**** 'cause you ain't really even 'bout all that
You ain't really even 'bout all that
And you don'tcha forget
You ain't never been about all that
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