Bout it Bout it (Remix)

I feel like Malcolm lookin out this gotam window/

ar-15s peepin it out, finna pop these winslows/

might clap ya kin folk, its simpo, ya family don't matter/

long as mah salary fatter, I'm ruff like some timbos/

puffin celery endo, neva kneel like them simps though/

I'm more like a symbo, but I ain't needta pimp hoes/

and eventho tha tints locced, I'm rollin in de honda/

still got rolls like E.Honda, my patna/

we can do this now, or you can give me that ganja/

cus if you was down you wouldn't hesistate/

no need fo that vest cuz these hollowtips penetrate/

I'll send you to heaven's gates, like supposed to/

Have you sittin on clouds like a Young Goku/

like the son of Goku, but son know I do not gohan, I goham, ho check the program/

so is you bout it, I really doubt it, doubt it/

cuz if you really had heat, then you'd tout it, tout it/

deagle make you suckas dive like some falcon, falcons/

and still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

yes we bout it bout it/

get you astounded stounded/

climbin a mountain to my life goals/

and if I everest, I won't die old/

K to my brain, if I don't get swole/

stories get told, of a bold young hustala/

brains of a god and the strenght he had muchofda/

hoes around him, but he was no customa/

He was just accostumed to the custom suits/

and his coupes so muscula/

but he had enoughofda, rappas singin about slingin yayo/

real pushas that he knew carried white like Winniebago/

and if they put shit on a track they wouldn't say so/

they would be low key about them kilos/

for real tho, my peepo, you don't know tha g-code/

we know you wouldn't cock a foam saber/

Steady grindin like cheatcodes,in tony hawk pro skater/

so whos yo neighbor? well I know it ain't kobe/

jus know B, be reppin H all day, middle fingers up, to H-O-A/

snappin bingers on my lawn, we can blaze all day (hugh?)/

so is you bout it, I really doubt it, doubt it/

cuz if you really had heat, then you'd tout it, tout it/

deagle make you suckas dive like some falcon, falcons/

and still puffin on trees thats the loudest ounces/

yes we bout it bout it/

get you astounded stounded/

 

shouts out to no limit! whoadie!