Lyrics Boot Camp Clik

Boot Camp Clik

Ohkeedoke

Let's go...no time to do your hair, baby

Ayo! There the go kid!

Right there! Right there!...Oh Oh, Oh Oh...

I'm movin' smooth like a wet foot glidin' across ice,

because these fools who be sliding on tracks, braggin' they nice

headz screamin' they need it, but do you really want hardcore?

Stakes is High like De La, plus i'm fiending to start more

Trouble on the double, yet cooler than any hooligan

frontin' on the mic nigga, who you think you foolin' with?

y'all be on the mic kickin' nothing but that nonsense

nigga please, ease back my crew been the bomb since

Tell me to maintain and keep doin' my thang

keep my dick in my pants, and just stack the green

shorties can't be coniving, had to flip about warning

now you in a cell tryin' to post bail by mornin'

Now in the back of my mind, yo I really do hope

That motherf**kers out here don't take my crew for no joke

'Cause if our backs against the wall, then we goin' for broke

But we'll never fall victim to the OHKEEDOKE!

It goes on and on and on and on

You keep on, and you don't stop

Yo, it goes on and on and on and on

You keep on and you don't stop

Steepin' to ya, Dru Ha, you hit the jackpot

Starang bust thangs since Tek found the A-Black spot

me and Mr. Smokee, playin' the lo-key

puffin; on L's, I never fell for the ohkee...

...Doke! when your plan goes up in smoke

like a Bob Marley spliff being smoked to a roach

but on the contrair, if I smoked an ounce a day

it'll only make a mess when I bounce this way

The jail scene ain't workin' no more, got me punchin' a wall

fam put a block on the phone, won't accept collect calls

and to top it all off, heard my co-defendant turned canary

stutter steeping through the house lookin' all scary

I'm just waiting to face him in the mess hall

thinkin' 'bout the Tyson loss, gettin' my reps off

and the niggas in the world that I used to roll with

dont even write scripts, that's the ohkeedoke shit

Niggas say Starang's smooth, just like ice without cube

I'm nice without dudes, on my motherf**kin' track

niggas call me Starang, others call me Jack

but if you call and I'm not home, you can call me back

but no matter where i'm at, I always rock the show

the niggas next up on the mic, y'all niggas gots to go

Phantom of the Opera, yo I blow scenes North, South, East

West, f**k your chest dukes, get it out your mouthpiece

(I was) laid back sippin' Beck's, gently cleaning off a black Tek

JP's cuban link got my neck laced (shine baby)

steal the show like a thief, blow without a trace

see so many wannabe's steadily tryin' to be me

act grimy, crimies constantly scheme how to fi me

out to get the bonus, becoming assed out like the homeless

no disresepct intended, but it's a f**ked up world we live in

My lust for hip hop got me strivin' for perfection

and when my inner glow shine, you vision my reflection

and now chumps had to get a closer glimpse at it

as sweat trickle down your face, you break into a panic

Like when your shorties put on helmets and shouder pads, that's the ohkeedoke,

when shorties come to see a nigga with...while you bleedin' is the ohkeedoke,

too

Magnum Force...

world wide...

Strictly BCC...Strictly BCC...

It goes on and on and on and on

you keep on and you don't stop

Word up y'all everything is nature, word up y'all, I don't hate cha

we keep it movin'...we keep it movin'...

Yo, gettin pulled over when you just got your wallet at your crib

with your license...that's the ohkeedoke...