The Dugout Lyrics by Boot Camp Clik

The Dugout Lyrics

    [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*

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