Boogie Brown - The Dugout lyrics

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