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Boot Camp Clik - Ice Skate lyrics
[ CHORUS: Danielle Henry ] It's on you if you wanna hate (we stay true) You can ice-skate (you and you) But you don't hold no weight This is how we do around here [ Sean Price ] I know, you don't like me, I don't like you You wanna fight me? Well fuck it, let's fight, duke I'm 1/5th of the Fab, I'm 1/8th of the great I got shit on the ave, I make cake out of state Smack clown niggas, back down niggas In the front yappin or the background niggas B-u-c-k is that town, nigga R-u-c-k, the fact's found, nigga So listen as the god body rap I pop this and twist it when the god shotie clap Yo, recognize the name Sean Price, recognize my game [ Buckshot ] Critics, rip em down like thunderpound Makin niggas wonder how That nigga Buckshot still around Knowin you pop the most shit While I pop that Cris and that Moë shit I get scoliosis cause I ain't straight Till I see every one of my niggas rise Don't say shit to Buck, I solidify Come on guy, recognize and correct Anybody disrespect I'ma show you parts of your body you never met Let's start with your heart, then next let's visit your butt I'm good with the arts, kickin my part Like done deal, signed and sealed The contract on your life is a mill What the deal [ CHORUS ] [ Top Dog ] I don't know baby, maybe it's the dog in me That got me runnin around, markin my territory Don't try to stop me now cause I'm ahead of the pack Chasin that cat, girl, you know I know better than that You say you love me when you know you hate me See me on the screen and try to date me But I play the streets cause that's where the cake be Because I'm D-o-g you wanna leave me lonely, lonely, loney [ Steele ] Screw me? Screw you Who me? Who you? I do me, you do you Respect the General, I'm too true to the game You new in the game Mad cause I get up in the clubs with my Timbs and jeans Weed in my seams, pass all the fiends We all VIP's, peep my ass in your dreams So my company better have my currency Been actin funny currently Y'all might react gallantly Don't like the fact that programmers can't stand us We too military, record labels can't handle us Press click cameras, we click-click-click hammers, brah Get slick, we sic the animals Far from amateurs, we professionals Hard bars and bricks lock shit like correctional This industry two-way like bi-sexual BC straight in your face, defrost niggas next to you [ CHORUS ] [ Buckshot ] You can ice-skate, meaning bounce and breeze Bounce, so leave, you could have a ounce of trees Fuck fatigue, we white t's, cut the sleeves You gotta love it how we ( ? ) with ease Oh of course Buck the boss toss molotovs in your Ford Explor' You niggas ain't raw, you poor, this is what you can't afford To keep dissin Buck thinkin I'm soft Baby, I put it down when you was in drawers I ain't never say pause Fuck a fad, fuck the latest trend I leave bodies where I lay this pen And next time I gotta say this again I'ma say exactly, not a lot but the gun'll spray Now gone and play [ Ruck ] Bust on you, baby, for everything Grab guns, take rings, chain bling, everything No doubt, Ruck is the best My kids think I'm such a success They don't know a motherfucka's a mess I used to stand on the block with Rock for fun With a pocket full of rocks and 1's Stopped that, now I got chips from illegal stock tips When I draw heat on crackers on Wall Street Yo [ CHORUS ] |
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