CAMP III - Boosie lyrics

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(feat. Lil Boosie)

[Lil Boosie]

Walk across that dirty track

At two o'clock a.m. flat

Strapped, snatched a dirty gat

Anything move, then murder that

Tired of go'n through pressure man

Cause of that lesson man

That shit hit a special vain, make you wanna test tha caine

I mean if it ain't that dozer or that weed man

It's somethin this solja boy don't need

Cause that caine gone shake yo breed, think I'm lyin keep try'n me

Ain't shit fo free you should know that

Got these bitches takin pictures that's why they call me Kodak

South side where that dro at, you know that's in my blood peeps

Can't keep a vision cause I'm itchin from tha flees and tha flood

Hollern "Slow Yo Roll"

Fuck tha half I want tha whole

Want some change fast and swole, so i won't ask no more

Cock it back and blast at hoes, feelin like a mad man

Try'n slang some yay up in this spot that's a bad plan

(There go them people) Thinkin bout what dad sayin

"Keep it real and keep tha steal,

take yo time and teach tha lil, fuck how yo people feel"

Got me thinkin dumb ways, got two pumps and two K's

Two licks in two days, for two fitted and new J's

I'm thugged out

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Don't forget it, it's wicked

Roll wit Loc so I'm sick wit it

Follow me I got tha ticket

And some funk to go wit it

[Lil Boosie]

Real niggas be bout that torchin

I'll burn ya if you play wit me

Niggas be try'n to hate on me

That's why I keep my K wit me

Whoever, whenever it makes no differences who you be

Boy you bleed just like me, but I raised a Lil BG

Bottom boy, automatic anything that cause that static

If you beef wit us run out like a solja, you gone sleep wit us

A donkey boy, leave you funky boy

Smoked up everything from a lawyer to a junkie boy

Niggas hollern bout that bout it, niggas likely to snitch

Niggas wanna see me dead cause my hoe tight as a bitch

Don't run behind me, when ya find me

You gone regret you missed me

Cause my nerves then got pissed

And all you gone hear is this (BLUCKA!)

Cross tha track, I'm throwed off wit solja Reebok tennis

Thug shit I been in it, label Boosie a mensis

God please forgive my sins, but niggas try'n take my ends

So I'm pollutin and bootin, fuck tha talkin I'm shootin

Where yo nigga, yo round, you fuckin wodie, yo convent

I'm staight down to bomb quick, it's south side red rum shit

Boy then played everything man from (?) to dope fiends

Hit tha track in my Balances, stashin coke in tha alley

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