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Boot Camp Clik - Rugged Terrain Lyrics

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  • [twanie ranks]
  • Sometime me shout out, sometime me gon long
  • When me big up me chest, call me number one
  • Me be represent me click, like me represent me gun
  • ***** boy, test me, me chop off ya arm
  • If you weak for the gun, kill it, collection
  • Mommy do this long time like a barn veteran
  • Like screech and pac man or james bond
  • Also top dog, or louieville don
  • So sit back and watch and spark perfection
  • Me used to be young, bout know me older
  • Me spit lyrics wrong just like the twister
  • So know we go, galley wit the one twanie
  • Pick up them shoes and rub them for me
  • Lift up them anger, put them on it
  • Gimme ya number, girl, before them leave
  • Im not sure anymore, whose knockin at my door
  • [top dog big kahuna]
  • Is it a mom p, who want hawaiian pie, me
  • Hit the slim girl, and I deal wit twenty
  • Oversize, I put my car in overdrive
  • Cuz life is a lot of rules wit lots of signs
  • I want mines on the dance floor, love the dance hall
  • My nigga twanie ranksll make ya pants fall
  • Last call, for the session
  • I think that niggas under the impression
  • That I may accord to the mp, for some more weed
  • He told me to pick up some more fine call-eed
  • [twanie ranks]
  • The life of the true, live trife up ya life up wit
  • True, I live trife
  • We are the one that cough up ya sack
  • Cop the steele, I bust out the tek
  • Want one, come out turn the mic down
  • Gimme money, I lick a pound, vacation
  • Talkin politickin, I look for convincin
  • Take a hundred out me pocket, now put down me pen
  • For are me red, for are me smoke weed-weed and dred
  • Me leafs a ***** now, and leave ya light convent
  • [chorus: cocoa brovaz]
  • We are the wickedest, wickedest, manor in town
  • Wickedest, wickedest, mon we dont care
  • Wickedest, wickedest, how we do
  • We are the wickedest, wickedest, duo
  • [top dog big kahuna]
  • When jah rocks the party, leave em your shorty
  • I got shorties on watch and they dont wanna hurt nobody
  • Worldwide, givin you the chance to decide
  • If the place to be is on my mutha*****in side
  • I let it slide, to a whole world of disorder
  • Give you order, put your ass under water
  • Despite, we know God dont like ugly
  • But is it ugly, when nature becomes of me
  • [twanie ranks]
  • After the party, gather my target
  • Me have two, gather, me dont know which one to hit
  • So sexy, sexy girl in the air
  • When will ya come, will ya come out wit a stare
  • Push up ya face and lift up ya feet
  • And when will they come, Im comin and creepin
  • Irie, you my collar irie, when I gotta come to a nation
  • Give the people what the people want
  • Watch me now, watch me now, watch me now
  • Cuz me lickin at them head, lickin at they back
  • Keep the girl locked down just like two partner
  • Action, ready for injection
  • Pull up ya leave, put down ya turban
  • Call me a bad man, and me no bust carbon
  • A long time me ban, I live in the brooklyn
  • [top dog big kahuna]
  • A what do dem, a what do dem dem dem, a who a dem, a who a dem dem dem
  • You didnt know-oh, I thought I told you so-oh
  • I be the three from o.g.c., runnin things wit twanie, touch me
  • Thats why your skin out be burn, you must learn
  • While we dub ya assess in the urn
  • [chorus]

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