I been gone for a while but I’m back and here is a person and a song I want to put in my Hip Hop blog. This song is a classic in it’s own way. This song was very popular in the late 90’s. This song is coming off of his Fifth album and is the first one to go Platinum. If you wasn’t “Bout it, Bout it” you wasn’t nothing. Master P is from New Orleans, LA. The oldest of five kids. He was coming out of New Orleans rap seen with his No Limit Records label at the same time Cash Money Records was hitting the seen. Just as fast as No Limit Records hit the map they fell off the map, but in a short period of time they put out a lot of albums. No limit Records was dropping like two albums a week for over a year it seemed like. Here is the song I will put in my blog and my favorite verse is the first verse.

Artist: Master P f/ Mia X
Album: Ice Cream Man
Song: Bout It, Bout It II
Lyrics:
I represent, its 1990-skrilla
It’s Master P and they labeled me a drug dealer
Cause I’m bout it, I mean I’m rowdy
I hang with these killas that everyone talk about
we doin’ this, we doin’ that (we doin’ what)
we in the studio rippin’ up dope tracks
Cause we real, you betta guard your grill
Cause if we bout it, bout it
if you ain’t bout it, bout it you might get killed
I represent (T-R-U) where them killas at
3rd Ward, uptown, Calliope on the map
Back up off me, ain’t no softy
betta guard your grill mothafuckas, we comin’ hard G
I got killas in the projects sellin’ water
I got niggas from New Orleans to Florida
bout it bout it (bout it, bout it)
I mean they rowdy, rowdy (mean they rowdy, rowdy)
you betta watch your shit cause niggas is bout it bout it
I mean they snatch you out your car on a kidnap
lay you on the floor and tell you
bitch you betta break off some snaps or dead
put the pistol to your head
ain’t no love where I’m from, but you niggas in the grave
I mean they dyin’, I mean they fryin’
gone off that juice (fermalgahide) and leave their mothers cryin’
cause their little boy is dead
cause that color blue or red
and wanta do waht them other ballas said
to make some snaps, I mean to make some money
to break it up on the street, but this game ain’t funny
you want that beat in, ain’t no way out
but death or that mothafuckin’ jailhouse
if you bout it, say you bout it
I roll with some niggas that are bout it bout it
I mean we rowdy, rowdy, them niggas bout it, bout it
bounce, bounce, bounce fool, if you bout it, bout it