Boot Camp Clik

Boot Camp Clik - World Wide songtekst

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[Verse 1-Steele]

I used to stay in my backroom, listenin' to rap tunes

Dad in the living room, spinnin' back the old-school

I guess you could call it soul food

Music that'll mold you, somethin' you can grow to

Don't be mad at what the record store sold you

If you bought some bullshit just 'cause somebody told you

My flow show you that I know what you go through

Put a gem on your mind, drop a jewel in the vocals

My speech local, but I reach all regions

Fly frequent, customs breachin', lah chiefin'

My son's favorite rapper is me, I know the reason

The Lord keep us breathin' and y'all keepin' us eatin'

And though the flag been tattered and beaten

We still stand, not a man in the family retreatin'

No set trippin', no slippin', no sleepin'

Full steamin' ahead on a mission to get this cream, man



[Hook-Steele]

New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas

Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut

New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it

Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it

Tour the World and it's back to the essence

To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection

So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you



[Verse 2-Sean Price]

Hey yo, blam, blammer, innocent bystander

Sean Price, I'm nice with the grammar

Y'all niggas can't rhyme, y'all need to go back to the lab

Formula one, get a pen and a pad

Let's start with the basic, A-B-C, one-two-three

My g-u-n in your f-a-c-e

Break your body down, collapsin' a clown, clap with the round

Highway to heaven where Michael Landon standin' around

Understand I got my hand on the pound, I fuck you up

Niggas standin' around nervous, like "Yo, what up with Ruck?"

None of your biz, fuck around, throw one in your wig

Then proceed to the nearest high school, put one in your kid

Sean Price, man, I'm done with it kid

You ain't tough, you bluffin', plus you left your fuckin' gun in the crib



[Verse 3-Louieville Sluggah]

I'm an NC king, a BK boss

He can floss, 'cause he came off

With big black, housin' bags of money

Shit, I had to get it, ain't a damn thing funny

When your money lookin' funny, they play you for a dummy

Yeah, they play you for a dummy

And I ain't havin' that, go grab my gat

You gotta respect it, I'm well connected, you know



[Hook-Steele]

New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas

Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut

New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it

Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it

Tour the World and it's back to the essence

To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection

So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you



[Verse 4-Buckshot]

We be the movement, new and improved and

Fuck the hammers, y'all niggas is screwed in

Leeway, go 'head and play, see if I

Joke around, one stroke around that four-fifth I

Might start gettin' that vibe again

Forget lookin' at yours, thinkin' it's mines again (Gimme that)

I see you get the bigger picture

And now that I'm in your frame, I wanna maintain with ya

You know, chop it up for a bit

Build for a little while, get a plan to make some real chips

'Cause, gee I've been down for a while

But I'm Duck Down, so now, I'm only down for a smile

When the check come, respect 'em, we ain't stop

But you workin' over there though, huh, that's hot

Me, I'm worldwide, jumpin' from block-to-block

Lovin' it, 'cause everyone I hit 'll pop the top, ugh



[Hook-Steele]

New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas

Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut

New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it

Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it

Tour the World and it's back to the essence

To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection

So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you



[Verse 5-Rock]

Mr. Alkatraz, ain't no escapin' when my arms go, heard me

Been on more rap tours then Soran O'Jersey

Recruit a beast in every city, my squad so dirty

I'm the beast master don, pa, y'all gon' learn, B

Stunned on the new improved Boot Camp

You gon' look real small like a deuce-deuce in Bruce Bruce hands

How many niggas eatin' off us? We the new food stamp

We go World Wide with this wild shit, we do, you can't



[Hook-Steele]

New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas

Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut

New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it

Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it

Tour the World and it's back to the essence

To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection

So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you

New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas

Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut

New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it

Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it

Tour the World and it's back to the essence

To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection

So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you
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