The Dugout Lyrics

The Dugout lyrics

[Featuring Louieville Slugga]
[1 900 BOOTCAMP]
*BEEP*
'Ello I would
like to meet
some people from da Bootcamp
like Top Dawg Louieville
yaknahmsayin?
..
Whattup all you at Boot Camp
y'know?
KnowhatI'msayin?
Yo I just got them new O.G.C. and
whatnot
It's madd crazy bangin kid
Yo uhh I just givin y'all a call
to
tell y'all how dope all y'all are
You like one of my favorite groups
The
whole Boot Camp Clik is like
ya know, just da bomb,
y'know?
..
[Louieville]
Is there a caller out there? "L-O-U, I-E-Ville
Slugga"
Speak
[1-900-BOOTCAMP]
Thanks for just makin all this
bangin
music for me to listen to, give me "L-O-U, I-E-Ville
Slugga"
somethin to do y'know? And thanks for
not bein all commercialized
"L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
[Louieville]
Right, thank you very much
Thank
you very much
We gonna keep the good shit comin "L-O-U, I-E-Ville
Slugga"
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Chorus: Buckshot and Bootcamp
Louie Louie, ohh,
ohh "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
You gotta let em know
Gotta let em know
"L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
(repeat 2X)
[Louieville]
Batter's up! 'Ville
Slugga, Clap wit Originoo Gun Wun
Starang Wondah, D.O.'s on guard
I hear
brothers talk about burners, you know them
had gat happy, to slap thee 'pon
the streets like ?I heat papi?
But peep it, you watch men, get stuffed like
stockings
and wishes, True Two snatch away his Christmas
No hustle, no
game, damn shit do change
For instance, let this nigga paint the
page
Three men fall, three suffer from withdrawal
Three hit the top, get
stuck, but can't move no more
Three rise like your eye of Da Storm
Cruise
above and beyond, brother grab your buns
No fun because it's
on
Chorus
"L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga", "L-O-U, I-E-Ville Slugga"
"Comin
for you, so mother-fu-fuckers
Run.. run.. run for
cover"
[Louieville]
Uh-huh, uh-huh uh-huh
In the outfield playin, here
we go, continuation
Street exam on my Headz adjacent (gotcha)
math,
science, algebric
All you motherfuckers claimin that it's strictly
biz-ness
on your behalf, I'll shape your mass
Single deuce-deuce you call
Boots there'll be no tails/tales
Just beginning, to leave all thy foes
trembling
Remem-bring, that ain't a damn giving
to this Clik, so, fucks
best get off it
Wasting airtime with rhymes about garments
You dead,
there'll be no war be nuff said
Jet, baby bro you gwan have to break a
leg
You can't see, weak-ass close as you stand
That's the type of shit
that make you niggaz say, "Damn!"
Think, with your 3-D, ready to broke in
Species?
I feed you fools your own feces
The battle, Originoo Gunn Clap
Two hack fools
My motherfuckin crew will not have you
I drop lines to
entice minds
but then recite mines when given the right time
I put the
mood in your groove, you be like
'Oooh he's smooth I like that dude,'
correction --
No disrespectin the God that's why your heads Bob
in the
dick lick motion, I move these here waves
way back into the ocean, huss bust
it off like that
to the Originoo Gunn Two
Clap
Chorus
[Louieville]
Who wanna dose of this, you'll be our guests
left motionless
Para', I see you shakin in your shadow
You caught up,
from our come up, lookin dumb-faceted
Goin for the gold, cause here, it
ain't just playin
Chorus (substitute "So motherfuckers run for cover" for
scratches)
"So motherfuckers run for cover" *cut and scratch to fade*