Boot Camp Clik

Boot Camp Clik - The Dugout lyrics

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[1 900 BOOTCAMP]
 *BEEP*
 'Ello  I would like to meet
 some people from da Bootcamp
 like Top Dawg  Louieville  yaknahmsayin?
 ..
 Whattup all you at Boot Camp  y'know?
 KnowhatI'msayin?
 Yo I just got them new O.G.C. and whatnot
 It's madd  crazy bangin kid
 Yo uhh I just  givin y'all a call
 to tell y'all how dope all y'all are
 You like  one of my favorite groups
 The whole Boot Camp Clik is like
 ya know, just da bomb, y'know?
 ..
 [Louieville]
 Is there a caller out there? "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
 Speak
 [1-900-BOOTCAMP]
 Thanks for just makin all this bangin
 music for me to listen to, give me "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
 somethin to do y'know? And thanks for
 not bein all commercialized "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
 [Louieville]
 Right, thank you very much
 Thank you very much
 We gonna keep the good shit comin "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
 Uh-huh, uh-huh
 Chorus: Buckshot and Bootcamp
 Louie Louie, ohh, ohh "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
 You gotta let em know
 Gotta let em know "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
 (repeat 2X)
 [Louieville]
 Batter's up! 'Ville Slugga, Clap wit Originoo Gun Wun
 Starang Wondah, D.O.'s on guard
 I hear brothers talk about burners, you know them
 had gat happy, to slap thee 'pon the streets like ?I heat papi?
 But peep it, you watch men, get stuffed like stockings
 and wishes, True Two snatch away his Christmas
 No hustle, no game, damn shit do change
 For instance, let this nigga paint the page
 Three men fall, three suffer from withdrawal
 Three hit the top, get stuck, but can't move no more
 Three rise like your eye of Da Storm
 Cruise above and beyond, brother grab your buns
 No fun because it's on
 Chorus
 "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga", "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
 "Comin for you, so mother-fu-fuckers
 Run.. run.. run for cover"
 [Louieville]
 Uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh
 In the outfield playin, here we go, continuation
 Street exam on my Headz adjacent (gotcha)
 math, science, algebric
 All you motherfuckers claimin that it's strictly biz-ness
 on your behalf, I'll shape your mass
 Single deuce-deuce you call Boots there'll be no tails/tales
 Just beginning, to leave all thy foes trembling
 Remem-bring, that ain't a damn giving
 to this Clik, so, fucks best get off it
 Wasting airtime with rhymes about garments
 You dead, there'll be no war be nuff said
 Jet, baby bro you gwan have to break a leg
 You can't see, weak-ass close as you stand
 That's the type of shit that make you niggaz say, "Damn!"
 Think, with your 3-D, ready to broke in Species?
 I feed you fools your own feces
 The battle, Originoo Gunn Clap Two hack fools
 My motherfuckin crew will not have you
 I drop lines to entice minds
 but then recite mines when given the right time
 I put the mood in your groove, you be like
 'Oooh he's smooth I like that dude,' correction --
 No disrespectin the God that's why your heads Bob
 in the dick lick motion, I move these here waves
 way back into the ocean, huss bust it off like that
 to the Originoo Gunn Two Clap
 Chorus
 [Louieville]
 Who wanna dose of this, you'll be our guests left motionless
 Para', I see you shakin in your shadow
 You caught up, from our come up, lookin dumb-faceted
 Goin for the gold, cause here, it ain't just playin
 Chorus (substitute "So motherfuckers run for cover" for scratches)
 "So motherfuckers run for cover" *cut and scratch to fade
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Copyrights:

Author: Mark "Boogie" Brown, Barret Powell

Composer: ?

Publisher: Priority Records

Details:

Released in: 1997

Language: English

Appearing on: For the People (1997)

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