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    Boot Camp Clik / Lyrics

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    "Let's Roll" Lyrics

    Boot Camp Clik

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    [Louieville Sluggah]
    Aiyo, bank rolls, face swolls
    BD Boys move, cause they know it dollars when I say so
    Say no, if it ain't dough, right up front
    Because you still got haters right up front
    That's plottin' on the downfall, creepin' all around y'all
    As soon as he jump up, I grip that pound sound off
    Just trynna live this, back bone the business
    BCC is the click and, y'all can't get with
    Nothing them boys spitting
    Cause y'all like female dogs --- bitches
    So move when we come through, of course with a gun or two
    So tell me now, what the fuck niggaz gonna do
    H-E-NN-Y, pissy off shots of Hen', rockin' til I die
    Nuts I bust off, if I bust off
    Slugs I bust off, if they want war, what?

    [Top Dog]
    Up in the club, Top Dog, show me some love
    I got my game face, gun in the place, blaze the place
    With that yard weed, you know the god we remember that
    You know we, ten second rolly, bum on the fat

    [Chorus 2X: Tek (Starang Wondah)]
    Hey ma, I'm hollerin', trynna see if you swallowin'
    Hey ma, trynna pick out which ride you hoppin' in
    I know you wanna ride, come on, let's roll
    (Aiyo, I kow you wanna roll, come on, let's ride)

    [Tek]
    It's six fifty by the curb, and a fifty ya herb
    Three sixties by the sixth fifty, that's by the curve
    Number six on the throwback, Julius Irv'
    Pound on 36 indites, for use and observe

    [Starang Wondah]
    These niggaz steppin' on the scene, MVP's of the team
    Steppin' outta Yukon, like Alida Lamine, knawmean?
    Starang Wondah, pickin' and crips
    You know me, low key, bitch, lits on the spliff
    Skinny nigga, I ain't got no time to exercise
    Step to guys, motherfuckers lives is jeopardized
    Y'all recognize

    [Tek]
    Yeah, we dead in the hood, but not dead in the hood
    You know your boys boys, credit line is good
    Can't afford to see your step, got torned, same as the lords
    Sip clubs and smoke purple, like we won the playoffs

    [Hook: Buckshot]
    No matter what you go through
    We gonna stick gonna together

    [Steele]
    Got on my Timb boots, car hard jeans too
    Bulletproof vehicle, that's how we steam through
    Ten to twenty niggaz deep with me, muggs rollin' the drugs
    Bouncers wanna throw us out, but we ain't givin' a fuck
    I'm 3 star general, who you?
    Cowards wanna disrespect the God, screw you
    Bet if I put the Smif-N-Wess', and to ya head and squeeze it
    Kill all the beef, and send you to meet Jesus
    Say y'all, rappers, can hate on
    Waiting on my down fall, mad cause we stay strong
    Most record labels too scared to deal with some real shit
    Bet they all ride the dick when they feel this
    Duck Down, bitch, you in Bucktown
    Little homey playin' big man and got struck down
    Ain't near motherfucker safe in this game we walkin'
    Puttin' in work, til I'm layed in the coffin
    Play hard strong, scrape y'all, thing on my waste y'all
    Face off, BC, every thing we been through we still together
    Keep sons on the block, guess to dead ya

    [Buckshot]
    Roll with me, ride with me
    You can get dissed til ya side, or side with me
    Whether it's raw or it's cooked beef, we serve fiends
    Proteins in our hooks and beats, from the snow to the streets
    Skeets of the rain, feet in the games
    And every nigga eatin' the same, I can't quit
    Drama then we handle it, cause any man'll flip with no prob'
    Wanna play ball? Get ya squad
    My shit is for niggaz behind bars, who do crime
    Do time, and do time hard, play the yard
    Lift heavy, get ready for the massacre
    We came a long way after ya, I see them niggaz gashin'
    Cause, you really ain't half the thug
    You just an average nigga flappin' for love

    [Hook]

    [Chorus 2X]

    [Louieville Sluggah]
    Hey ma, I'm hollerin', trynna see if you swallowin'
    You trynna pick out which ride ya hoppin' in
    I know you wanna roll, come on, let's ride
    I know you wanna ride, come on, let's roll
    This song was submitted on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Bates.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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