Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song D.I.R.T. (Another Boot Camp Clik Yeah Song), artist - Heltah Skeltah. Album song D.I.R.T. Da Incredible Rap Team, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.09.2008
Record label: Duck Down
Song language: English
D.I.R.T. (Another Boot Camp Clik Yeah Song) |
Yo, son, let these niggas know, the ruler’s back, nigga, stop stop lying |
With goons and lots of iron, I pop, shots flying |
Anybody try and dying violent, Rikers Island style |
Tyrants like sirens crying, and hide, off with your highness |
Me, I’m such a don, I’m Don Rocko |
Ain’t gotta lift a finger, they say you the God, watch holmes |
Have niggas at the dinner table with bibs |
Playing with your kids and they’ll straight San Andreas your crib |
It’s heinous, it is, it’s music to my ears, max blaming |
Monster mentality, ya’ll niggas got meerkat manners |
If you can’t for that stand up, and fear gats, man up |
All my rapper niggas, yeah yeah, I can’t stand up |
Fuck outta here, you so sub par, you sub leasing |
Subway sandwich eating, sucker type, sucking your teeth |
I substitute the subliminal shots |
With some shit that sound like a sub woofer when it go RAH RAH! |
Yeah, tell them niggas that’s that dirt right there |
Tell 'em watch yourself, you could get hurt right here |
All they gotta do is say the word like yeah |
Middle fingers in the air, like yeah |
Tell 'em niggas that’s that dirt right there |
But tell them watch yourself, you could get murked right here |
It’s funny, we so violent but your birds right here |
We like yeah, middle fingers in the air, like |
Yo, right now, I’m in the I don’t give a fuck mood |
Fuck you, courtesy of Ravishing Ruck Rude |
Any nigga I fought, owed me money |
Said some wild shit about me, bout to hold these dummies |
Word to my mother, thug a thug nigga the fuck out |
Smack taste out your face, this is what Ruck bout |
Fuck is you bout pa, better be out, pa |
Nigga thought about it, left like southpaw |
Pay attention to my sobriety |
One drink and I’m thinking like Menace II Society |
Have niggas spray that nigga, a-racks nigga |
Getaway clean Al Green eight-track nigga |
So so flows and bozo hoes |
I kill 'em all for free like a promo show |
My flow is so cold, ho blow ya nose |
Soul in the hole, you bowling, catch a hole in your sole, bong! |
Yo, I’m the illest nigga that you heard thus far |
Worldwide coverage like Russ Pa |
Two man wrecking machine, wreck your regime |
Grab the, sket from my jean, duke can wet up your team |
Listen, I’m the best at it, take a rest, faggot |
In the twelve step program, you a meth addict |
I be the new chief of the 'Ville |
With a gun that’ll blow stew beef out your grill, P |
Nigga, I chase niggas down with the pound, click and blaow rounds |
You chasing niggas going BOW-CHICKA-WOW-WOW |
Homo ass niggas, Omar minus the tough shit |
Just a snitchin', and suckin' dick and dick in the butt shit |
Ill, I ain’t the nigga you owing dope, pay him his ones |
I’m Count Rockula, take it in blood |
Nigga I’m so dirty, huh, rest in peace to Ol' Dirty |
Niggas can’t cheat me, but your ho can jerk me |