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Boot Camp Clik - Rugged Terrain lyrics
[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 Pussy 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 I'm 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 ranks'll make ya pants fall Last call, for the session I think that nigga's 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 leaf's a bitch now, and leave ya light convent [chorus: cocoa brovaz] We are the wickedest, wickedest, manor in town Wickedest, wickedest, mon we don't 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 don't wanna hurt nobody Worldwide, givin you the chance to decide If the place to be is on my muthafuckin side I let it slide, to a whole world of disorder Give you order, put your ass under water Despite, we know god don't like ugly But is it ugly, when nature becomes of me [twanie ranks] After the party, gather my target Me have two, gather, me don't 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, i'm 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 didn't know-oh, i thought i told you so-oh I be the three from o.g.c., runnin things wit twanie, touch me That's why your skin out be burn, you must learn While we dub ya assess in the urn [chorus] |
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