Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ice Skate, artist - Boot Camp Clik. Album song The Chosen Few, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.12.2005
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
Ice Skate |
| But you don’t hold no weight |
| This is how we do around here |
| I know, you don’t like me, I don’t like you |
| You wanna fight me? |
| Well fuck it, let’s fight, duke |
| I’m 1/5th of the Fab, I’m 1/8th of the great |
| I got shit on the ave, I make cake out of state |
| Smack clown niggas, back down niggas |
| In the front yappin or the background niggas |
| B-u-c-k is that town, nigga |
| R-u-c-k, the fact’s found, nigga |
| So listen as the god body rap |
| I pop this and twist it when the god shotie clap |
| Yo, recognize the name |
| Sean Price, recognize my game |
| Critics, rip em down like thunderpound |
| Makin niggas wonder how |
| That nigga Buckshot still around |
| Knowin you pop the most shit |
| While I pop that Cris and that Mo shit |
| I get scoliosis cause I ain’t straight |
| Till I see every one of my niggas rise |
| Don’t say shit to Buck, I solidify |
| Come on guy, recognize and correct |
| Anybody disrespect I’ma show you parts of your body you never met |
| Let’s start with your heart, then next let’s visit your butt |
| I’m good with the arts, kickin my part |
| Like done deal, signed and sealed |
| The contract on your life is a mill |
| What the deal |
| I don’t know baby, maybe it’s the dog in me That got me runnin around, markin my territory |
| Don’t try to stop me now cause I’m ahead of the pack |
| Chasin that cat, girl, you know I know better than that |
| You say you love me when you know you hate me See me on the screen and try to date me But I play the streets cause that’s where the cake be Because I’m D-o-g you wanna leave me lonely, lonely, loney |
| Screw me? |
| Screw you |
| Who me? |
| Who you? |
| I do me, you do you |
| Respect the General, I’m too true to the game |
| You new in the game |
| Mad cause I get up in the clubs with my Timbs and jeans |
| Weed in my seams, pass all the fiends |
| We all VIP’s, peep my ass in your dreams |
| So my company better have my currency |
| Been actin funny currently |
| Y’all might react gallantly |
| Don’t like the fact that programmers can’t stand us We too military, record labels can’t handle us Press click cameras, we click-click-click hammers, brah |
| Get slick, we sic the animals |
| Far from amateurs, we professionals |
| Hard bars and bricks lock shit like correctional |
| This industry two-way like bi-sexual |
| BC straight in your face, defrost niggas next to you |
| You can ice-skate, meaning bounce and breeze |
| Bounce, so leave, you could have a ounce of trees |
| Fuck fatigue, we white t’s, cut the sleeves |
| You gotta love it how we (?) with ease |
| Oh of course Buck the boss toss molotovs in your Ford Explor' |
| You niggas ain’t raw, you poor, this is what you can’t afford |
| To keep dissin Buck thinkin I’m soft |
| Baby, I put it down when you was in drawers |
| I ain’t never say pause |
| Fuck a fad, fuck the latest trend |
| I leave bodies where I lay this pen |
| And next time I gotta say this again |
| I’ma say exactly, not a lot but the gun’ll spray |
| Now gone and play |
| Bust on you, baby, for everything |
| Grab guns, take rings, chain bling, everything |
| No doubt, Ruck is the best |
| My kids think I’m such a success |
| They don’t know a motherfucka’s a mess |
| I used to stand on the block with Rock for fun |
| With a pocket full of rocks and 1's |
| Stopped that, now I got chips from illegal stock tips |
| When I draw heat on crackers on Wall Street |
| Yo |