Текст песни Boot Camp Clik - Welcome to Bucktown USA
Boot Camp Clik - Welcome to Bucktown USA слова песни
[ Supreme ]Welcome to Bucktown USA[ Tek ]YeahSmokin on some of that sticky icky for my niggaI said for my nigga who do that joint back thereThat`s Scratch from The Roots, you heard me?Listen up, learn something[ VERSE 1: Supreme of The Representativz ]Hey yo, it`s real out hereYou better know the drill out hereSon, you better pack steel out hereThe minute you show fear you get killed out hereI seen niggas slip and lose they will out hereWord, playin the curb where crack rock and lleyo is servedWatchin for beast so they don`t observeAnother day another hustle, nigga, stay in your swerveI stay focused and never let it weigh on my nervesBack on the block where young thugs blast for they propsTrash the glock through a 100 yard dash on a copGot half the p`s runnin while the other half watchAnd when it`s hot stash the work in your sock or get knockedThis is a dirty game, so play it to winAnd watch them niggas, they some devious menYou either love me or hate me, ain`t no need to pretendCause fake friends always wind up enemies in the end[ CHORUS: Buckshot ]Welcome to Bucktown USAWhere the weak get dissed every day(Bucktown is the state of mind that I`m trapped in)(Lawd, some bwoy gon` get dead tonight)[ VERSE 2: Steele ]Bucktown USA, where it all startedRespect to the products and the dearly departedBow Leg Dimples, Dotty and JanieRob and Smiley made me, the community raised meMom left pops, moved to the EightiesCanarsie hookey parties was crazyGlenwood P`s, watch for the d`s who down in the trenchesPlayin the benches, rappin to release tensionWhen Ru got sentenced I knew they meant businessWhen Bo got hit, shit, I knew we had to flip thisPNC, BCC, Genereal S-t-double e-l-eWe do this like we do this cause we all familyKnown as some of the truest in this industryContract combat left casualtiesDuck down when you`re marked on target and I squeeze[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 3: Buckshot ]I walk up with my boots tightLaced up by my leg, I`m beyond your reg hood typeAnd half of you dudes is like Hollywood rap act that belong on a movie siteCome on aight, admit itYou really wanna come into my hood but you know it`s not good to come up in itCause everyday we on a missionDon`t slip, don`t snooze, when you move through disciplinedListen, never think it`s all gravy, it could be yours, babyThey`ll even take from your lady; and booIf I was you I wouldn`t hang with no ducksBlue-ball dogs never could bust, but this is usAnd we`re known for kickin up dust and play no gamesPlus we up in here like Rogaine - hold, maneAnd even though we divide we multiplyBy the division of niggas who still in it to ride[ CHORUS ][ VERSE 4: Tek ]Around here they call me Shoot-It-B, it fit for the diceHit em up two times or I throw trips triceDependin on the day I may give you a walkTry to save you from a six and peein out on the chalkYour nigga had to learn the hard way that family fightMight bet against cuz to see my brother get rightI go hard till the end till the dropping is finishedOr clips empty, police in the vicinityMy bank ain`t in the million but my army is thereMy loot`ll gun a man, shoot the style of braids out your hairB`s and all, catch you in a club or more( ? ) your man ( ? )Give him a ( ? ) stab and poke his kidneysFlee in the red d boy, big truck seriesWelcome to Bucktown USAWhere the weak get dissed every day[ CHORUS ]