Текст песни Boot Camp Clik - Just Us
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[ Buckshot ]Most definitelyWe up in hereBoot Camp ClikOn the beat...TY DizzleAhOne Shot DealDuck Down in this muthafucka once againLet`s do this[ VERSE 1: Top Dog ](You) thought I was finished, you thought I was doneCause I took time off to raise my sonBut I rep for the streets, prepared with the heatThe Top Dog will rhyme over any beatYeah, you rep for the hood, that`s all to the goodMy dogs get high off Henn and backwoodI got love for the game but some of you lamesGet me sick tryin to sound the sameBut I do what I do, carry the flameLike the last child tryin to carry the nameI`ma rep for my stripes, that`s word to my lifeLike you coward cops tryin to take my life[ VERSE 2: Louieville ]Yo, I`m just tryin to do me, high as fuckCountin up bucks, baby boy`s lackin trucksTryin to live through all the bullshitAddin up chips, a nigga tryin to get richAnd when I`m aggravated I smoke heavenlyDrink heavenly until the loss of memoryIt`s the Vi-double to the l-eMovin out where it`s warm when it`s chilly[ VERSE 3: Buckshot ]The god is back to put the r in rapNo R&B niggas, the streets don`t want a part of thatBecome hard for the game, some starve for the gameSome don`t get the picture till they a part of the frameJust cool it, mane, it`s simple and plainYeah, I`m from Brooklyn but I live in this gameStill the same and I do the thang like it never was doneThis little nigga move ahead of the gunSo what you sayin?[ CHORUS: Buckshot ]Everyday all day(I`m) with my niggas(Just) hangin out(Just) coolin out(Just) on the regular(I`m) with my niggas(Just) hangin out(Just) coolin out(Just) sober for now but(I`m) rollin up(Just) hangin out(Just) coolin out(Just) everbody together(I`m) lovin it(Just) hangin outCoolin out[ VERSE 4: Tek ]Tek son, it`s time that you`re freeIt been nights I ain`t sleepToo busy worried about the moves in the streetWe send flames down the base of your spineWe lose one but we killed two, catch you while you`re out on your grindA nigga gotta get bloody every once in a rowGive it and go, let it out, it`s good for the soulHow you`re talkin but you can`t understand itI`m `bout my money, mane, and I gets respect cause I demand itChief headbuster, throw a ace, come back on the sixthGotta jump, yeah, I ran but came back with the fifthWe turn May to the 4th of JulySober you up, you`re high( ? ) I`m the voice of the ( ? )[ VERSE 5: Starang Wondah ]Yo, it`s Starang Won with no deal, I`m mobileThis rap shit is so real, man, you don`t even know WillI play the crib, re-runs of _Moesha_Eatin cold pizza, man, smokin more reeferPassed my bitch up, took the hooker back, it`s cheaper to keep herTry to escape, a nigga keep gettin in deeperYo, this ain`t the same Starang niggas is used toI`m neutral but that don`t mean a nigga won`t shoot youYo, I write a check, niggas turn up deadI`m like a toaster the way a nigga burn up breadAha, I come on, I play chess when I`m rappinFor real yo, a nigga feel like I`m the best when I`m rappin[ VERSE 6: Steele ]General Steele, original head, original crookReside in Southside Queens, born in the BrookAs a youth I was raised up by the booksMom and pops gave what they could, the rest I tookCrook put me on, told me, "God, step to your bizThe hood needs soldiers to represent for the kidsBoom Camp started, so y`all gotta finish the shit"BC legendary, dog, remember these kidsNo record company can put an end to this shitWe click-click-click-connect, stay connect to get bricksBlack Smif-n-Wessun`s the shit, we puttin it inEntered da Stage underaged and became menI shine, you shine, get your papers, mangThese cold streets preach the Rude AwakeningFor the People we gon` do this, we endurin the painDuck Down more than a label, this family, mang[ CHORUS ]