Out That Boot Camp Clicc (feat. Black Menace) [Radio / Video Version]

Mystikal Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc Bitch I'm out that Boot Camp Clicc I got my rifle and my rocks see. Mystikal... Left, your left Left, your left, dress it right Left your left, cover down soldier Mark time march Company! (Left!) Atten---hut! It's strictly representation of the Boot Camp Clicc Got to find, got you runnin that train! The M-16 A2 the nine millimeter beretta AIM! You better be dressed for wet weather soldier I get cold as North Dakota I'ma do whatever whenever to run yo muthafuckin' ass BACK TO THE BORDER! Rock and roll ya' I control ya' I can hold ya' lock and load Thirty round clip, FLESH GON' RIP Ain't shit a tourniquet can fix, the booby trap tripped I drop P's and 203's on you MC's Rank done hit the room, stand at ease In danger, but in the Ranger I drank King Cobra's Out my canteen and smoked Optimos In the gas chamber, violent, move silent Five meter interval, single file column You in my sights you gonna DIE You on it tight keep yo head down, EYE'S RIGHT All you dying on the battlefied struggling for survival (I hope you got your bible) BITCH!!! I GOT MY RIFLE!!!!!!!!!!! I feel like no nigga alive can take me Handle my business I'm in this to win this You fuck with the Menace and you will be tasting my tennis And when I get finished you be needing a dentist I'm ready to end this niggas defenseless when I be laying that shit down Hold up, where the fuck you going? Nah nigga don't quit now Reachin' up under your shirt like you got a strap but you ain't using shit! FUCK bringin' out guns I'ma start drowning niggas Like Susan Smith cause youz the bitch making me believe You other than a BITCHCOCK it's drama time and I'm playin The role of a black ALFRED HITCHCOCK B double O-T C-A-M-P better be known Where the best lay now what the fuck that camp like (It's for life ess-say) I got my Glock locked the fuck down And I'm still gonna be pullin' a plug Much love to my niggas that's full of the bud, G-Slimm what up, cuz? I buzzed off the suds partna' I does what I want to You tink your pretty C-A-T smart don't you That first step's a loo-loo and I'm too through So chill bailin' straight from the five-oh-four So slow your roll and recognize the real It's a runway from home can't escape the killin Feel ready to peel casket feel for real Twistin' the night away AK's the weapon Step into the darkness this nigga be heartless With the still feel me as I duck your guts upon a corner Down for the funk smell the aroma death I'm on ya Erase your blood stains ghetto train like a pit Survival kit marks the beast nigga triple six Minus one up out the chamber, endangered species Be me when I'm in anger rearrange your structure Bustin' at you bustas USA to Russia Fuck you never trusta' Bitch I'm out that boot camp! Company (Left!) Grrrrrrrr... HOOOOOOOOOO!!! Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! Hee! (Forward!!) (Mystikal...) Forward... MARCH!!!!! (Move Left!!) Left... Go Left Left... Go Left Left... Go Left Left... Go Left Left, Left inch Left Go Left right just right Go Left, Left double it down go left right left Left, Left, Left, Left, Left Black Menace: Big Rob been chillin' Black Menace Aaaaahh Aaaaahh Aaaaahh Heeeee TRACK INFO