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Block parties in the projects; souljas, we bout dat
Only guns and pretty bitches my niggas we bout dat

[Master P]
Drop platinum on the street, Ghetto D
B:]
Now If You Come To This T.E.X.
Betta Show Some Love Cause Homey You Don't Wanna See Me Plex
We Be Bout Dat Paper And Ain't No Shortstop In My Cash
Geah
Hey (c'mon)
To the full degree (c'mon, geah check it out)
(check it out)
We 'bout it
Gettin' that paper
We 'bout it
Check it out
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
she were deflateable, she dint say nothin'...jes kept her face open like dis... waitin' fo de salami dat never 'rived! now she fuckin' d
Efcase, dumpin'
know dis power
Only real niggas give paper showers
Three, four grand like every hour
And I don't give a fuck who else in town
Midwest come through,
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
today, 
Feel tomorrow lak ah feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
[Chorus]
Yo I grew up like a Regular Cat
Some nigga hit me wit a signing
Shit, yo I'll settle wit dat
Went to my block, got it off and coped metal
hate that shit nigga! What?!
Kick the our fuckin' shit! Fuck Dat!)
Be a hard rock and see where you end up 'bout
Before my hart stops, kid I'm tryin'
braided un-educated

[Chorus - Buck w/ D-Tay ad-libin']
See we thugged out, busy bobbin' wit tha snub nose out
'Cause dese niggas 'bout drama where I'm from
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
away quickity-quick 
On the plane to South Central 
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho 
Steady mobbin' I'm just like Robin Hood 
Up to no good,
Paper

[Verse 1]
I'm bout money it's M.O.B
Benz, Grants, that's all I see
Brown paper bag, pass that to me
grab that duffel bag out the backseat
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
[Young Buck]
D-Tay Man deez niggas talkin bout dey got dis and dat.
Man I'm just- I feel dem man ... penny pinchin and shit.
Niggaz workin wit
today, 
Feel tomorrow like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
frost bit oh shit is he in town?
Check the paper weather say temperature goin' down
Yep that's him he come to make his rounds
Tell him how it feel ten
today, 
Feel tomorrow like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
claimin' the crown or the throne, but I know I'm Chi-town to the bone
Come and have a round of Patron and get down to the song while 
I tell you bout
(It's so incredible)

Ace...

[Chorus]
You ain't comin' round here talkin' all dat s***
Talkin' bout you get all dem bricks
I'm a have to come
today, 
Feel tomorrow like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
bout that paper and ain't no shortstop in my cash or checks
I get full of ana and get to standing up on these niggas necks
Betta show respect we
today, 
Feel tomorrow like I feel today, 
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.

Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings 
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
What bout yo homies them niggas phoney
So fuck em all, and they don't kno me they try to hold me
don't make me fall if I do well den its on
Niggas up dat