Boot Camp Clik - The Dugout Lyrics
[1-900-bootcamp]*beep*ello, I would like to meetSome people from da bootcampLike top dawg, louieville, yaknahmsayin?..Whattup all you at boot camp, yknow?Knowhatimsayin?Yo I just got them new o.g.c. and whatnotIts madd, crazy bangin kidYo uhh I just, givin yall a callTo tell yall how dope all yall areYou like, one of my favorite groupsThe whole boot camp clik is likeYa know, just da bomb, yknow?..[louieville]Is there a caller out there? l-o-u, i-e-ville sluggaSpeak[1-900-bootcamp]Thanks for just makin all this banginMusic for me to listen to, give me l-o-u, i-e-ville sluggaSomethin to do yknow? and thanks forNot bein all commercialized l-o-u, i-e-ville slugga[louieville]Right, thank you very muchThank you very muchWe gonna keep the good shit comin l-o-u, i-e-ville sluggaUh-huh, uh-huhChorus: buckshot and bootcampLouie louie, ohh, ohh l-o-u, i-e-ville sluggaYou gotta let em knowGotta let em know l-o-u, i-e-ville slugga(repeat 2x)[louieville]Batters up! ville slugga, clap wit originoo gun wunStarang wondah, d.o.s on guardI hear brothers talk about burners, you know themHad gat happy, to slap thee pon the streets like ? i heat papi?But peep it, you watch men, get stuffed like stockingsAnd wishes, true two snatch away his christmasNo hustle, no game, damn shit do changeFor instance, let this nigga paint the pageThree men fall, three suffer from withdrawalThree hit the top, get stuck, but cant move no moreThree rise like your eye of da stormCruise above and beyond, brother grab your bunsNo fun because its onChorusL-o-u, i-e-ville slugga, l-o-u, i-e-ville sluggaComin for you, so mother-fu-*****ersRun.. run.. run for cover[louieville]Uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huhIn the outfield playin, here we go, continuationStreet exam on my headz adjacent (gotcha)Math, science, algebricAll you mother*****ers claimin that its strictly biz-nessOn your behalf, Ill shape your massSingle deuce-deuce you call boots therell be no tails/talesJust beginning, to leave all thy foes tremblingRemem-bring, that aint a damn givingTo this clik, so, *****s best get off itWasting airtime with rhymes about garmentsYou dead, therell be no war be nuff saidJet, baby bro you gwan have to break a legYou cant see, weak-ass close as you standThats 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 fecesThe battle, originoo gunn clap two hack foolsMy mother*****in crew will not have youI drop lines to entice mindsBut then recite mines when given the right timeI put the mood in your groove, you be likeoooh hes smooth I like that dude, correction --No disrespectin the God thats why your heads bobIn the dick lick motion, I move these here wavesWay back into the ocean, huss bust it off like thatTo the originoo gunn two clapChorus[louieville]Who wanna dose of this, youll be our guests left motionlessPara, I see you shakin in your shadowYou caught up, from our come up, lookin dumb-facetedGoin for the gold, cause here, it aint just playinChorus (substitute so mother*****ers run for cover for scratches)So mother*****ers run for cover *cut and scratch to fade*
