BOOT CAMP CLIK - OHKEEDOKE LYRICS
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Artist: Boot Camp Clik Lyrics
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Letís go...no time to do your hair, baby
Ayo! there the go kid!
Right there! right there!...oh oh, oh oh...
Iím moviní smooth like a wet foot glidiní across ice,
Because these fools who be sliding on tracks, bragginí they nice
Headz screaminí they need it, but do you really want hardcore?
Stakes is high like de la, plus Iím fiending to start more
Trouble on the double, yet cooler than any hooligan
Frontiní on the mic nigga, who you think you fooliní with?
Yíall be on the mic kickiní nothing but that nonsense
Nigga please, ease back my crew been the bomb since
Tell me to maintain and keep doiní my thang
Keep my dick in my pants, and just stack the green
Shorties canít be coniving, had to flip about warning
Now you in a cell tryiní to post bail by morniní
[starang]:now in the back of my mind, yo I really do hope
[tek]:that motherfuckers out here donít take my crew for no joke
[ms]:ícause if our backs against the wall, then we goiní for broke
[all]:but weíll never fall victim to the ohkeedoke!
[starang]:it goes on and on and on and on
[all]:you keep on, and you donít stop
[starang]yo, it goes on and on and on and on
[all]: you keep on and you donít stop
Steepiní to ya, dru ha, you hit the jackpot
Starang bust thangs since tek found the a-black spot
Me and mr. smokee, playiní the lo-key
Puffin; on lís, I never fell for the ohkee...
...doke! when your plan goes up in smoke
Like a bob marley spliff being smoked to a roach
But on the contrair, if I smoked an ounce a day
Itíll only make a mess when I bounce this way
The jail scene ainít workiní no more, got me punchiní a wall
Fam put a block on the phone, wonít accept collect calls
And to top it all off, heard my co-defendant turned canary
Stutter steeping through the house lookiní all scary
Iím just waiting to face him in the mess hall
Thinkiní íbout the tyson loss, gettiní my reps off
And the niggas in the world that I used to roll with
Dont even write scripts, thatís the ohkeedoke shit
Niggas say starangís smooth, just like ice without cube
Iím nice without dudes, on my motherfuckiní track
Niggas call me starang, others call me jack
But if you call and Iím not home, you can call me back
But no matter where Iím at, I always rock the show
The niggas next up on the mic, yíall niggas gots to go
Phantom of the opera, yo I blow scenes north, south, east
West, fuck your chest dukes, get it out your mouthpiece
(I was) laid back sippiní beckís, gently cleaning off a black tek
Jpís cuban link got my neck laced (shine baby)
Steal the show like a thief, blow without a trace
See so many wannabeís steadily tryiní to be me
Act grimy, crimies constantly scheme how to fi me
Out to get the bonus, becoming assed out like the homeless
No disresepct intended, but itís a fucked up world we live in
My lust for hip hop got me striviní for perfection
And when my inner glow shine, you vision my reflection
And now chumps had to get a closer glimpse at it
As sweat trickle down your face, you break into a panic
Like when your shorties put on helmets and shouder pads, thatís the ohkeedoke,
When shorties come to see a nigga with...while you bleediní is the ohkeedoke,
Strictly bcc...strictly bcc...
It goes on and on and on and on
You keep on and you donít stop
Word up yíall everything is nature, word up yíall, I donít hate cha
We keep it moviní...we keep it moviní...
Yo, gettin pulled over when you just got your wallet at your crib
With your license...thatís the ohkeedoke...
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