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Boot Camp Clik - Whoop His Ass lyrics
f/ Rufus Blaq [Buckshot] Yeah, this one for all you motherfuckers dissing me And don't I'm listening, well I'm listening you listen I went from rags to riches, riches to rags On my face & pocket to the one on gat For the ones that be up back like anybody did it Fronting like fake digits look Kenyta did it Prolific hard-core shit I gotta spit it The hardest admit it put my heart in it I ain't trying to see broke all wanna do is see notes A few mill with an ill speedboat And I quote Buck ain't daily good Fuck words, I spits shots till you feel good Love rap & I love mc-ing Shit but still love killing every nigga in sight No reason, we in duck season, watch out Elmer bud, smoke the fuss pull the glock out Jack in box two shots pop out Still money on the dow pitch stock out It's Duckdown I-N-C for niggas who be D-I-C-K ride I-N-G Don't hate just holla and you can follow pitbull & rottweilers Who wear chain tight collar Benz to Impalas Friends who just gotta grab they dick, cause they love Hip Hop like Big Poppa Dog, Heh I know it's hard to see But I'm Whoop your Ass my squad & me [Rufus Blaq/Chorus] That nigga on block slanging Whoop his ass Talking bout how he banging Whoop his ass Nigga felt your girl ass Whoop his ass He fronting on your cash Whoop his ass If he get up in your face Whoop his ass Put him back in his place Whoop his ass Don't be playing with these niggas, man You better Whoop his ass [repeat] [Steele & Tek] Who dem niggas over there [Steele] Some broke dude fronting thinks I was scared [Tek] Man., get that thang what he moving onions [Tek] Stop playing I'll show you how to this younging [Tek] See we about biz feed the kids, no apologies [Steele] Pushing for you industry niggas no stopping this [Steele] Been pissing whores before R.Kezzy [Tek] We number one stunners like Baby &Wezzy [Tek] Do like it's easy want me, see me [Steele] Fuck talking, we squeezing my lips is greasy [Steele] My neck, My back [Tek] Y'all I'm gonna light this head crack [Tek] My neck, My back [Tek] Suck my dick & nut sack [Tek] Bitch! [Tek] [Chorus] [Buckshot] Who this flapping like he started something Acting like you hard or something Man, listen you can sell drugs for life I'm a hit-man for hire sell slugs for life And you that right anybody left goodnight Run you down your last sight is the headlight In the Halo niggas better watch what they say yo Cause I don't play no bank broke O.K. so Up the world like I saw your girl Fuck yours I throw up Crowhill you throw up Earl I keep a mac by my dog precious So I can bark & bite at the same time Y'all test up I spaz out ass-low I never ass out Keep a gun I be the first one to pull the brass out no doubt So I ain't to prove you nothing But I can prove one thing is that you two-way fronting [Chorus] |
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