Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song World Wide, artist - Boot Camp Clik. Album song The Last Stand, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.07.2006
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
World Wide |
I used to stay in my backroom, listenin' to rap tunes |
Dad in the living room, spinnin' back the old-school |
I guess you could call it soul food |
Music that’ll mold you, somethin' you can grow to |
Don’t be mad at what the record store sold you |
If you bought some bullshit just cause somebody told you |
My flow show you that I know what you go through |
Put a gem on your mind, drop a jewel in the vocals |
My speech local, but I reach all regions |
Fly frequent, customs breachin', lah chiefin' |
My son’s favorite rapper is me, I know the reason |
The Lord keep us breathin' and y’all keepin' us eatin' |
And though the flag been tattered and beaten |
We still stand, not a man in the family retreatin' |
No set trippin', no slippin', no sleepin' |
Full steamin' ahead on a mission to get this cream, man |
New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas |
Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut |
New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it |
Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it |
Tour the World and it’s back to the essence |
To the block’s we be reppin' where you need protection |
So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you |
Hey yo, blam, blammer, innocent bystander |
Sean Price, I’m nice with the grammar |
Y’all niggas can’t rhyme, y’all need to go back to the lab |
Formula one, get a pen and a pad |
Let’s start with the basic, A-B-C, one-two-three |
My g-u-n in your f-a-c-e |
Break your body down, collapsin' a clown, clap with the round |
Highway to heaven where Michael Landon standin' around |
Understand I got my hand on the pound, I fuck you up |
Niggas standin' around nervous, like «Yo, what up with Ruck?» |
None of your biz, fuck around, throw one in your wig |
Then proceed to the nearest high school, put one in your kid |
Sean Price, man, I’m done with it kid |
You ain’t tough, you bluffin', plus you left your fuckin' gun in the crib |
I’m an NC king, a BK boss |
He can floss, cause he came off |
With big black, housin' bags of money |
Shit, I had to get it, ain’t a damn thing funny |
When your money lookin' funny, they play you for a dummy |
Yeah, they play you for a dummy |
And I ain’t havin' that, go grab my gat |
You gotta respect it, I’m well connected, you know |
New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas |
Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut |
New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it |
Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it |
Tour the World and it’s back to the essence |
To the block’s we be reppin' where you need protection |
So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you |
We be the movement, new and improved and |
Fuck the hammers, y’all niggas is screwed in |
Leeway, go 'head and play, see if I |
Joke around, one stroke around that four-fifth I |
Might start gettin' that vibe again |
Forget lookin' at yours, thinkin' it’s mines again (Gimme that) |
I see you get the bigger picture |
And now that I’m in your frame, I wanna maintain with ya |
You know, chop it up for a bit |
Build for a little while, get a plan to make some real chips |
Cause, gee I’ve been down for a while |
But I’m Duck Down, so now, I’m only down for a smile |
When the check come, respect 'em, we ain’t stop |
But you workin' over there though, huh, that’s hot |
Me, I’m worldwide, jumpin' from block-to-block |
Lovin' it, cause everyone I hit 'll pop the top, ugh |
New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas |
Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut |
New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it |
Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it |
Tour the World and it’s back to the essence |
To the block’s we be reppin' where you need protection |
So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you |
Mr. Alkatraz, ain’t no escapin' when my arms go, heard me |
Been on more rap tours then Soran O’Jersey |
Recruit a beast in every city, my squad so dirty |
I’m the beast master don, pa, y’all gon' learn, B |
Stunned on the new improved Boot Camp |
You gon' look real small like a deuce-deuce in Bruce Bruce hands |
How many niggas eatin' off us? |
We the new food stamp |
We go World Wide with this wild shit, we do, you can’t |
New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas |
Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut |
New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it |
Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it |
Tour the World and it’s back to the essence |
To the block’s we be reppin' where you need protection |
So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you |
New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas |
Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut |
New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it |
Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it |
Tour the World and it’s back to the essence |
To the block’s we be reppin' where you need protection |
So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you |