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[Featuring Louieville Slugga]
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[1 900 BOOTCAMP]
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*BEEP*
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'Ello I would like to meet
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some people from da Bootcamp
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like Top Dawg Louieville yaknahmsayin?
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..
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Whattup all you at Boot Camp y'know?
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KnowhatI'msayin?
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Yo I just got them new O.G.C. and whatnot
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It's madd crazy bangin kid
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Yo uhh I just givin y'all a call
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to tell y'all how dope all y'all are
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You like one of my favorite groups
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The whole Boot Camp Clik is like
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ya know, just da bomb, y'know?
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..
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[Louieville]
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Is there a caller out there? "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
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Speak
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[1-900-BOOTCAMP]
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Thanks for just makin all this bangin
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music for me to listen to, give me "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
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somethin to do y'know? And thanks for
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not bein all commercialized "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
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[Louieville]
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Right, thank you very much
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Thank you very much
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We gonna keep the good shit comin "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
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Uh-huh, uh-huh
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Chorus: Buckshot and Bootcamp
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Louie Louie, ohh, ohh "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
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You gotta let em know
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Gotta let em know "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
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(repeat 2X)
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[Louieville]
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Batter's up! 'Ville Slugga, Clap wit Originoo Gun Wun
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Starang Wondah, D.O.'s on guard
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I hear brothers talk about burners, you know them
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had gat happy, to slap thee 'pon the streets like ?I heat papi?
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But peep it, you watch men, get stuffed like stockings
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and wishes, True Two snatch away his Christmas
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No hustle, no game, damn shit do change
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For instance, let this nigga paint the page
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Three men fall, three suffer from withdrawal
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Three hit the top, get stuck, but can't move no more
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Three rise like your eye of Da Storm
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Cruise above and beyond, brother grab your buns
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No fun because it's on
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Chorus
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"L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga", "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
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"Comin for you, so mother-fu-fuckers
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Run.. run.. run for cover"
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[Louieville]
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Uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh
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In the outfield playin, here we go, continuation
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Street exam on my Headz adjacent (gotcha)
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math, science, algebric
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All you motherfuckers claimin that it's strictly biz-ness
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on your behalf, I'll shape your mass
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Single deuce-deuce you call Boots there'll be no tails/tales
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Just beginning, to leave all thy foes trembling
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Remem-bring, that ain't a damn giving
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to this Clik, so, fucks best get off it
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Wasting airtime with rhymes about garments
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You dead, there'll be no war be nuff said
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Jet, baby bro you gwan have to break a leg
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You can't see, weak-ass close as you stand
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That's the type of shit that make you niggaz say, "Damn!"
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Think, with your 3-D, ready to broke in Species?
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I feed you fools your own feces
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The battle, Originoo Gunn Clap Two hack fools
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My motherfuckin crew will not have you
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I drop lines to entice minds
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but then recite mines when given the right time
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I put the mood in your groove, you be like
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'Oooh he's smooth I like that dude,' correction --
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No disrespectin the God that's why your heads Bob
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in the dick lick motion, I move these here waves
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way back into the ocean, huss bust it off like that
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to the Originoo Gunn Two Clap
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Chorus
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[Louieville]
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Who wanna dose of this, you'll be our guests left motionless
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Para', I see you shakin in your shadow
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You caught up, from our come up, lookin dumb-faceted
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Goin for the gold, cause here, it ain't just playin
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Chorus (substitute "So motherfuckers run for cover" for scratches)
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"So motherfuckers run for cover" *cut and scratch to fade*
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The Dugout
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Boot Camp Clik |