C-LOS - If lyrics

(feat. Romeo)

[Hook: Romeo (C-Los)]

Ay dawg lemme see if you bout it bout it

Ay miss lemme see ya get bout it bout it (uh huh)

Some say Im loco but (uh huh) Im so cold

Dawg Im so throwed Im bout it bout it (yea)

Ay dawg lemme see if you bout it bout it (uh huh)

Ay miss lemme see ya get bout it bout it (uh huh)

Some say Im loco but (yea) Im so cold

Dawg Im so throwed Im bout it bout it (uh huh)

[Verse: C-Los]

Im bout it (?) what u bout u think I aint then come and find me

Im Queens in my head Im kinda like my daddy grinded

He wont jack shit on my lap where my chrome at

Then nigga if u lapped like the jack wear ya own stacks

Me, Im a fly guy so still dont try I

Cuz I do ya like 50 Whoadi give ya nice shies (blow)

Gutta Boy (blow) fresh P. Millers any vies white tees

At duck, yea Im sharper than a lees the quite type (shhh)

Dont you know the real gangstas walk asides

I know its true cuz I was the first one to start to a rise

If you talk to me wit the wrong talk Imma deal wit ya

Put the time into ya boy, kinda like heal fitter

G.U.T.T.A. that's my click dawg

We the type of niggaz you dont wanna get wit dawg (uh huh)

Put my hand on my waist nigga let the fifth fall

Let the bullets fly and take ya all hip off (yea)

[Hook: Romeo (C-Los)]

[Verse: C-Los]

Look Im C-Losta my flow is cold nobody's comin harder

And aint no shots that I had these niggaz runnin like bail farter (oh)

Im havin that attack but I go blast and let ya back

And put my, talent on the track and leave ya damn is the tack

What it is, come and see me if you want a piece of me

I keep the heat, then I had these niggaz singin like Sheila E. and what it be

Im under stackin so you know how I be actin

I be flippin in the wagging and in the day I be packin

I dont take these lil niggaz wanna try to play me

Cuz Im colder keep the heat Im just like a A.C.

And get ya chick, cuz she smilin all in Los' face

Before I have her slappin on me like a pillowcase

What u aint heard of me I heard of u dont make me have to murder u

And I can top off I treat ya head like a convertible

I takes none and give some, and give some and takes nothin (gutta)

Turn pro actin for the great I like them face bumps fake ass

[Hook x2: Romeo (C-Los)]

[Outro: C-Los]

What you bout nigga

Yall niggaz always runnin ya mouth nigga

Fake ass niggaz

You gotta get gutta round here homeboy

Stay hood

Stay street

Me, Rome, just did that thing some nasty

They'll be bout it bout it

Scream and shout

Dont doubt

Nigga