Текст песни 'Bout A Lotta Thangs - Trick Daddy

'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

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

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

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

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

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