Yung Joc Step Up Soundtrack - Yung Joc ft. 3LW - Bout It Lyrics

3LW:
(Chorus)
You think you know me but you have no idea
Act like you bout it
Well lemme put this in your ear
If you really bout it
Do like a fus like you don't care
If you bout it
I dont doubt it
Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)

Yung Joc:
Ill get your mind off ties
Cause the hustla don't stop
If your girl don't chew then my name ain't Joc
The money don't flip then the block ain't hot
If she don't scream your name then your game just shot
I gotta couple reasons you can call me the boss
Ill drop a couple stacks and watch your a__ get lost
Joc the real s___ Shorty bes believe that
If you ain't ride till die
Bring them car keys back
Take your foot off the brake
Baby gon ride out
If them suckas wanna hate Put um in time out
I get that cake you'll soon find out
If you ever cross me you'll get crossed out

3LW:
I've seen it before in a rhyme and a roll
Come and catch up with me baby don't stop
Get to the floor whatchu waiting for
Cause we can ride b straight to the top
Wayy too long and now its the time to show um all that is not a game
Cause I dont care what im lookin like
I just wanna show you that im not goin no where

(Chorus)
You think you know me but you have no idea
Act like you bout it
Well lemme put this in your ear
If you really bout it
Do like a fus like you don't care
If you bout it
I dont doubt it
Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)

Yung Joc:
Imma get rich and imma die tryin'
I ain't 50 Cent but respect my mind
Respect my gansgsta respect my shine
Put your click in chick if you step outta line
I ain't Kanye but I been thru the wire
Couple more albums before I retire
Most of these rappers ain't nothin but liars
How are they The Killers when they sing in the choir?
Straight from the bottom and im tryin' to get higher
Too many strikes, Got too many priors
Messin with us like playin with fire
Get your wick split, time to meet your messiah

Now I been walking up this road tryin' to find which way to go
Tryin' to pull my faith
Sometimes it seems like I don't know
Now I gotta chance to touch ?
And the answers right in front of me
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

(Chorus)
You think you know me but you have no idea (No Idea!)
Act like you bout it
Well lemme put this in your ear
If you really bout it
Do like a fus like you don't care
If you bout it
I dont doubt it
Show me that you sure bout it (bout it)

[Jazze Phae]
Ladies and gentlemen!
Ciara
[Verse 1]
He said
'Hi, my name is so and so
Baby can you tell me yours?
You look like you came to do
One thing (Set it off)'
I started on the left
And I had to take him to the right
He was out of breath
But he kept on dancin' all night

[Pre-hook]
You tryin, admit it
But you just can fight the feelin inside
You know it
And I can see it in your eyes
You want me
You smooth as a mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me

[Hook]
Ooh! uh
The way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh
I just can't help it
Tryin' to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh
When you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothin' stop you
M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now
So get up!

[Verse 2]
I said 'Ciara's on you radio,
Everybody turn it up'
Spicy just like hot sauce
Careful, you might burn it up
You can do the pop lock
Ragtime, don't stop
That's the way you gotta get
Get it, make ya body rock

[Pre-hook]
You tryin, admit it
But you just can beat the feelin inside
You know it
Cuz I can see it in your eyes
You want me
You smooth as a mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me

[Bridge]
Ooh, I love the way you vibe with me
Dance with me forever
We can have a good time, follow me
To the beat together
You and me, one on one
Breakin' it down
You can't walk away now
We got to turn this place out

[Chamillionaire Rap]
It's the kid that stay ridin' big
The one the police tried to catch ridin' dirty
In the club before eleven o'clock
Like I'm tryin to catch it down kinda early
Look, ya thick her hair brown and curly
She love the way my ride shinin pearly
City boys say she fine a pretty
In the country boys say she fine and 'purrty'
My pockets thick as green, it's curvy
And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry
If bein' fresh to death is a crime
I think it's time for me to see the jury

[Chamillionaire]
You know Chamillionaire stay on the grind
A hustla like me is hard to find
I ain't really impressed, yes
Unless it's about some dollar signs
Ain't really no need to call you fine
I know you be hearin' that all the time
I'm watchin' you do ya step, do ya step
Yep it's goin down

Ooh! uh
The way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh
I just can't help it
Tryin' to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh
When you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothin' stop you
M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now
So get up!

I got to have you baby
Uh, I feel it
I got to have you baby
I got to have you baby
Uh, I feel it
I got to have you baby