The Dugout Lyrics - Singles - Boot Camp Clik

[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*