Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bubblin Up , by - Boot Camp Clik. Song from the album Casualties of War, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 13.08.2007
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Bubblin Up |
| What now? |
| Have a seat, calm down |
| This is where we had the meet |
| And the serious inside her, trapped in Cabana |
| Load ya llamas, cuz they coming with traumas |
| Plus I promised that it ain’t no coming back, this ain’t a game |
| Nigga, quit playing that running back, they ain’t planning to run it back |
| Yeah, you know it’s real out here |
| Ain’t no brass on this field, when they kill out here |
| Well the first thing we gotta do is gather the squad |
| Like chessboard pieces, we each playing a part |
| I could move like the bishop, or manuever the pawn |
| Catch us slipping from a distance, three moves, you gone |
| Check mate, game over, all your mens defenseless |
| I’m plotting takeovers, and we shut down business |
| Shine regardless, shine relentless |
| We putting work out and I ain’t talking physical fitness |
| Aiyo, I dumbed down my dialect and doubled my dough |
| Ya’ll muthafuckas better act like ya’ll know |
| Sean Price a scholar, well versed in the field of rap |
| Valedictorian, I don’t even feel the track |
| I feel you wack, think you need to step up your game |
| 'Fore I knock you on the floor, pon' step on your frame |
| Listen, your raps are dumb, you rap for fun |
| I don’t, rap for fun, I rap for funds, P! |
| Hold up, it goes, one, two, three and to the four |
| Hold on, dog, you know the four hold three more |
| So, yo, one, two, three more into the four-four |
| No safety, the way you suckas 'pose to roll, you scared? |
| Heat big as my feet, that’ll crack your teeth |
| By mistake, when I back it out, if you standing in reach |
| Stupid, it’s war in the 'Ville |
| So I walk with that thing, that thing, like Lauryn Ms. Hill |
| Yeah I’m tempted, still thinking up plots to get rich |
| Still ride for the team, still ride with the fifth |
| Still some don’t get me, still riding my dick |
| D-O still got love for the shit, you punk bitch |
| And I’m, up early in the morning, yawning |
| Dough keep calling, the street team warning me |
| So watch my back, we got, snitches in the cut, ready to attack |
| So I, keep that strap, and keep my |
| Eyes on the boys, case them boys come back |
| So what? |
| You better move how I move in these streets, it’s hot |
| Know the real from the fake, and get beat, you think not? |
| If you get it, better keep it alot, go read |
| And know the hearts of these men you call peeps, now that’s deep |
| Don’t take much for a nigga to flip, change sides |
| Turn the heat up on a bitch, he gonna fold and hide |
| Perfect the grind game, get dough, stay low |
| Burn a strip and give it back, move somewhere and get more |
| My attitude is like |