Ice Skate Lyrics
| Song | Ice Skate |
| Artist | Boot Camp Clik |
| Album | The Chosen Few |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Blake, Cottrell, Price, Yates ... | |
| ( CHORUS: Danielle Henry ) | |
| It's on you if you wanna hate (we stay true) | |
| You can ice-skate (you and you) | |
| But you don't hold no weight | |
| This is how we do around here | |
| ( Sean Price ) | |
| I know, you don't like me, I don't like you | |
| You wanna fight me? Well fuck it, let's fight, duke | |
| I'm 1/5th of the Fab, I'm 1/8th of the great | |
| I got shit on the ave, I make cake out of state | |
| Smack clown niggas, back down niggas | |
| In the front yappin or the background niggas | |
| B-u-c-k is that town, nigga | |
| R-u-c-k, the fact's found, nigga | |
| So listen as the god body rap | |
| I pop this and twist it when the god shotie clap | |
| Yo, recognize the name | |
| Sean Price, recognize my game | |
| ( Buckshot ) | |
| Critics, rip em down like thunderpound | |
| Makin niggas wonder how | |
| That nigga Buckshot still around | |
| Knowin you pop the most shit | |
| While I pop that Cris and that Moë shit | |
| I get scoliosis cause I ain't straight | |
| Till I see every one of my niggas rise | |
| Don't say shit to Buck, I solidify | |
| Come on guy, recognize and correct | |
| Anybody disrespect I'ma show you parts of your body you never met | |
| Let's start with your heart, then next let's visit your butt | |
| I'm good with the arts, kickin my part | |
| Like done deal, signed and sealed | |
| The contract on your life is a mill | |
| What the deal | |
| ( CHORUS ) | |
| ( Top Dog ) | |
| I don't know baby, maybe it's the dog in me | |
| That got me runnin around, markin my territory | |
| Don't try to stop me now cause I'm ahead of the pack | |
| Chasin that cat, girl, you know I know better than that | |
| You say you love me when you know you hate me | |
| See me on the screen and try to date me | |
| But I play the streets cause that's where the cake be | |
| Because I'm D-o-g you wanna leave me lonely, lonely, loney | |
| ( Steele ) | |
| Screw me? Screw you | |
| Who me? Who you? | |
| I do me, you do you | |
| Respect the General, I'm too true to the game | |
| You new in the game | |
| Mad cause I get up in the clubs with my Timbs and jeans | |
| Weed in my seams, pass all the fiends | |
| We all VIP's, peep my ass in your dreams | |
| So my company better have my currency | |
| Been actin funny currently | |
| Y'all might react gallantly | |
| Don't like the fact that programmers can't stand us | |
| We too military, record labels can't handle us | |
| Press click cameras, we click-click-click hammers, brah | |
| Get slick, we sic the animals | |
| Far from amateurs, we professionals | |
| Hard bars and bricks lock shit like correctional | |
| This industry two-way like bi-sexual | |
| BC straight in your face, defrost niggas next to you | |
| ( CHORUS ) | |
| ( Buckshot ) | |
| You can ice-skate, meaning bounce and breeze | |
| Bounce, so leave, you could have a ounce of trees | |
| Fuck fatigue, we white t's, cut the sleeves | |
| You gotta love it how we ( ? ) with ease | |
| Oh of course Buck the boss toss molotovs in your Ford Explor' | |
| You niggas ain't raw, you poor, this is what you can't afford | |
| To keep dissin Buck thinkin I'm soft | |
| Baby, I put it down when you was in drawers | |
| I ain't never say pause | |
| Fuck a fad, fuck the latest trend | |
| I leave bodies where I lay this pen | |
| And next time I gotta say this again | |
| I'ma say exactly, not a lot but the gun'll spray | |
| Now gone and play | |
| ( Ruck ) | |
| Bust on you, baby, for everything | |
| Grab guns, take rings, chain bling, everything | |
| No doubt, Ruck is the best | |
| My kids think I'm such a success | |
| They don't know a motherfucka's a mess | |
| I used to stand on the block with Rock for fun | |
| With a pocket full of rocks and 1's | |
| Stopped that, now I got chips from illegal stock tips | |
| When I draw heat on crackers on Wall Street | |
| Yo | |
| ( CHORUS ) |
| zuo ci : Blake, Cottrell, Price, Yates ... | |
| CHORUS: Danielle Henry | |
| It' s on you if you wanna hate we stay true | |
| You can iceskate you and you | |
| But you don' t hold no weight | |
| This is how we do around here | |
| Sean Price | |
| I know, you don' t like me, I don' t like you | |
| You wanna fight me? Well fuck it, let' s fight, duke | |
| I' m 1 5th of the Fab, I' m 1 8th of the great | |
| I got shit on the ave, I make cake out of state | |
| Smack clown niggas, back down niggas | |
| In the front yappin or the background niggas | |
| Buck is that town, nigga | |
| Ruck, the fact' s found, nigga | |
| So listen as the god body rap | |
| I pop this and twist it when the god shotie clap | |
| Yo, recognize the name | |
| Sean Price, recognize my game | |
| Buckshot | |
| Critics, rip em down like thunderpound | |
| Makin niggas wonder how | |
| That nigga Buckshot still around | |
| Knowin you pop the most shit | |
| While I pop that Cris and that Mo shit | |
| I get scoliosis cause I ain' t straight | |
| Till I see every one of my niggas rise | |
| Don' t say shit to Buck, I solidify | |
| Come on guy, recognize and correct | |
| Anybody disrespect I' ma show you parts of your body you never met | |
| Let' s start with your heart, then next let' s visit your butt | |
| I' m good with the arts, kickin my part | |
| Like done deal, signed and sealed | |
| The contract on your life is a mill | |
| What the deal | |
| CHORUS | |
| Top Dog | |
| I don' t know baby, maybe it' s the dog in me | |
| That got me runnin around, markin my territory | |
| Don' t try to stop me now cause I' m ahead of the pack | |
| Chasin that cat, girl, you know I know better than that | |
| You say you love me when you know you hate me | |
| See me on the screen and try to date me | |
| But I play the streets cause that' s where the cake be | |
| Because I' m Dog you wanna leave me lonely, lonely, loney | |
| Steele | |
| Screw me? Screw you | |
| Who me? Who you? | |
| I do me, you do you | |
| Respect the General, I' m too true to the game | |
| You new in the game | |
| Mad cause I get up in the clubs with my Timbs and jeans | |
| Weed in my seams, pass all the fiends | |
| We all VIP' s, peep my ass in your dreams | |
| So my company better have my currency | |
| Been actin funny currently | |
| Y' all might react gallantly | |
| Don' t like the fact that programmers can' t stand us | |
| We too military, record labels can' t handle us | |
| Press click cameras, we clickclickclick hammers, brah | |
| Get slick, we sic the animals | |
| Far from amateurs, we professionals | |
| Hard bars and bricks lock shit like correctional | |
| This industry twoway like bisexual | |
| BC straight in your face, defrost niggas next to you | |
| CHORUS | |
| Buckshot | |
| You can iceskate, meaning bounce and breeze | |
| Bounce, so leave, you could have a ounce of trees | |
| Fuck fatigue, we white t' s, cut the sleeves | |
| You gotta love it how we nbsp? with ease | |
| Oh of course Buck the boss toss molotovs in your Ford Explor' | |
| You niggas ain' t raw, you poor, this is what you can' t afford | |
| To keep dissin Buck thinkin I' m soft | |
| Baby, I put it down when you was in drawers | |
| I ain' t never say pause | |
| Fuck a fad, fuck the latest trend | |
| I leave bodies where I lay this pen | |
| And next time I gotta say this again | |
| I' ma say exactly, not a lot but the gun' ll spray | |
| Now gone and play | |
| Ruck | |
| Bust on you, baby, for everything | |
| Grab guns, take rings, chain bling, everything | |
| No doubt, Ruck is the best | |
| My kids think I' m such a success | |
| They don' t know a motherfucka' s a mess | |
| I used to stand on the block with Rock for fun | |
| With a pocket full of rocks and 1' s | |
| Stopped that, now I got chips from illegal stock tips | |
| When I draw heat on crackers on Wall Street | |
| Yo | |
| CHORUS |
| zuò cí : Blake, Cottrell, Price, Yates ... | |
| CHORUS: Danielle Henry | |
| It' s on you if you wanna hate we stay true | |
| You can iceskate you and you | |
| But you don' t hold no weight | |
| This is how we do around here | |
| Sean Price | |
| I know, you don' t like me, I don' t like you | |
| You wanna fight me? Well fuck it, let' s fight, duke | |
| I' m 1 5th of the Fab, I' m 1 8th of the great | |
| I got shit on the ave, I make cake out of state | |
| Smack clown niggas, back down niggas | |
| In the front yappin or the background niggas | |
| Buck is that town, nigga | |
| Ruck, the fact' s found, nigga | |
| So listen as the god body rap | |
| I pop this and twist it when the god shotie clap | |
| Yo, recognize the name | |
| Sean Price, recognize my game | |
| Buckshot | |
| Critics, rip em down like thunderpound | |
| Makin niggas wonder how | |
| That nigga Buckshot still around | |
| Knowin you pop the most shit | |
| While I pop that Cris and that Mo shit | |
| I get scoliosis cause I ain' t straight | |
| Till I see every one of my niggas rise | |
| Don' t say shit to Buck, I solidify | |
| Come on guy, recognize and correct | |
| Anybody disrespect I' ma show you parts of your body you never met | |
| Let' s start with your heart, then next let' s visit your butt | |
| I' m good with the arts, kickin my part | |
| Like done deal, signed and sealed | |
| The contract on your life is a mill | |
| What the deal | |
| CHORUS | |
| Top Dog | |
| I don' t know baby, maybe it' s the dog in me | |
| That got me runnin around, markin my territory | |
| Don' t try to stop me now cause I' m ahead of the pack | |
| Chasin that cat, girl, you know I know better than that | |
| You say you love me when you know you hate me | |
| See me on the screen and try to date me | |
| But I play the streets cause that' s where the cake be | |
| Because I' m Dog you wanna leave me lonely, lonely, loney | |
| Steele | |
| Screw me? Screw you | |
| Who me? Who you? | |
| I do me, you do you | |
| Respect the General, I' m too true to the game | |
| You new in the game | |
| Mad cause I get up in the clubs with my Timbs and jeans | |
| Weed in my seams, pass all the fiends | |
| We all VIP' s, peep my ass in your dreams | |
| So my company better have my currency | |
| Been actin funny currently | |
| Y' all might react gallantly | |
| Don' t like the fact that programmers can' t stand us | |
| We too military, record labels can' t handle us | |
| Press click cameras, we clickclickclick hammers, brah | |
| Get slick, we sic the animals | |
| Far from amateurs, we professionals | |
| Hard bars and bricks lock shit like correctional | |
| This industry twoway like bisexual | |
| BC straight in your face, defrost niggas next to you | |
| CHORUS | |
| Buckshot | |
| You can iceskate, meaning bounce and breeze | |
| Bounce, so leave, you could have a ounce of trees | |
| Fuck fatigue, we white t' s, cut the sleeves | |
| You gotta love it how we nbsp? with ease | |
| Oh of course Buck the boss toss molotovs in your Ford Explor' | |
| You niggas ain' t raw, you poor, this is what you can' t afford | |
| To keep dissin Buck thinkin I' m soft | |
| Baby, I put it down when you was in drawers | |
| I ain' t never say pause | |
| Fuck a fad, fuck the latest trend | |
| I leave bodies where I lay this pen | |
| And next time I gotta say this again | |
| I' ma say exactly, not a lot but the gun' ll spray | |
| Now gone and play | |
| Ruck | |
| Bust on you, baby, for everything | |
| Grab guns, take rings, chain bling, everything | |
| No doubt, Ruck is the best | |
| My kids think I' m such a success | |
| They don' t know a motherfucka' s a mess | |
| I used to stand on the block with Rock for fun | |
| With a pocket full of rocks and 1' s | |
| Stopped that, now I got chips from illegal stock tips | |
| When I draw heat on crackers on Wall Street | |
| Yo | |
| CHORUS |
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