Rugged Terrain Lyrics
| Song | Rugged Terrain |
| Artist | Boot Camp Clik |
| Album | For the People |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cassidy, Yates | |
| Sometime me shout out, sometime me gon' long | |
| When me big up me chest, call me number one | |
| Me be represent me click, like me represent me gun | |
| ****** boy, test me, me chop off ya arm | |
| If you weak for the gun, kill it, collection | |
| Mommy do this long time like a barn veteran | |
| Like screech and pac man or james bond | |
| Also top dog, or louieville don | |
| So sit back and watch and spark perfection | |
| Me used to be young, bout know me older | |
| Me spit lyrics wrong just like the twister | |
| So know we go, galley wit the one twanie | |
| Pick up them shoes and rub them for me | |
| Lift up them anger, put them on it | |
| Gimme ya number, girl, before them leave | |
| I'm not sure anymore, whose knockin at my door | |
| [top dog big kahuna] | |
| Is it a mom p, who want hawaiian pie, me | |
| Hit the slim girl, and i deal wit twenty | |
| Oversize, i put my car in overdrive | |
| Cuz life is a lot of rules wit lots of signs | |
| I want mines on the dance floor, love the dance hall | |
| My ****** twanie ranks'll make ya pants fall | |
| Last call, for the session | |
| I think that ******'s under the impression | |
| That i may accord to the mp, for some more ****** | |
| He told me to pick up some more fine call-eed | |
| [twanie ranks] | |
| The life of the true, live trife up ya life up wit | |
| True, i live trife | |
| We are the one that cough up ya sack | |
| Cop the steele, i bust out the tek | |
| Want one, come out turn the mic down | |
| Gimme money, i lick a pound, vacation | |
| Talkin politickin, i look for convincin | |
| Take a hundred out me pocket, now put down me pen | |
| For are me red, for are me smoke ******-****** and dred | |
| Me leaf's a ****** now, and leave ya light convent | |
| [chorus: cocoa brovaz] | |
| We are the wickedest, wickedest, manor in town | |
| Wickedest, wickedest, mon we don't care | |
| Wickedest, wickedest, how we do | |
| We are the wickedest, wickedest, duo | |
| [top dog big kahuna] | |
| When jah rocks the party, leave 'em your shorty | |
| I got shorties on watch and they don't wanna hurt nobody | |
| Worldwide, givin you the chance to decide | |
| If the place to be is on my mutha****** side | |
| I let it slide, to a whole world of disorder | |
| Give you order, put your ass under water | |
| Despite, we know god don't like ugly | |
| But is it ugly, when nature becomes of me | |
| [twanie ranks] | |
| After the party, gather my target | |
| Me have two, gather, me don't know which one to hit | |
| So sexy, sexy girl in the air | |
| When will ya come, will ya come out wit a stare | |
| Push up ya face and lift up ya feet | |
| And when will they come, i'm comin and creepin | |
| Irie, you my collar irie, when i gotta come to a nation | |
| Give the people what the people want | |
| Watch me now, watch me now, watch me now | |
| Cuz me lickin at them head, lickin at they back | |
| Keep the girl locked down just like two partner | |
| Action, ready for injection | |
| Pull up ya leave, put down ya turban | |
| Call me a bad man, and me no bust carbon | |
| A long time me ban, i live in the brooklyn | |
| [top dog big kahuna] | |
| A what do dem, a what do dem dem dem, a who a dem, a who a dem dem dem | |
| You didn't know-oh, i thought i told you so-oh | |
| I be the three from o.g.c., runnin things wit twanie, touch me | |
| That's why your skin out be burn, you must learn | |
| While we dub ya assess in the urn | |
| [chorus] |
| zuo ci : Cassidy, Yates | |
| Sometime me shout out, sometime me gon' long | |
| When me big up me chest, call me number one | |
| Me be represent me click, like me represent me gun | |
| boy, test me, me chop off ya arm | |
| If you weak for the gun, kill it, collection | |
| Mommy do this long time like a barn veteran | |
| Like screech and pac man or james bond | |
| Also top dog, or louieville don | |
| So sit back and watch and spark perfection | |
| Me used to be young, bout know me older | |
| Me spit lyrics wrong just like the twister | |
| So know we go, galley wit the one twanie | |
| Pick up them shoes and rub them for me | |
| Lift up them anger, put them on it | |
| Gimme ya number, girl, before them leave | |
| I' m not sure anymore, whose knockin at my door | |
| top dog big kahuna | |
| Is it a mom p, who want hawaiian pie, me | |
| Hit the slim girl, and i deal wit twenty | |
| Oversize, i put my car in overdrive | |
| Cuz life is a lot of rules wit lots of signs | |
| I want mines on the dance floor, love the dance hall | |
| My twanie ranks' ll make ya pants fall | |
| Last call, for the session | |
| I think that ' s under the impression | |
| That i may accord to the mp, for some more | |
| He told me to pick up some more fine calleed | |
| twanie ranks | |
| The life of the true, live trife up ya life up wit | |
| True, i live trife | |
| We are the one that cough up ya sack | |
| Cop the steele, i bust out the tek | |
| Want one, come out turn the mic down | |
| Gimme money, i lick a pound, vacation | |
| Talkin politickin, i look for convincin | |
| Take a hundred out me pocket, now put down me pen | |
| For are me red, for are me smoke and dred | |
| Me leaf' s a now, and leave ya light convent | |
| chorus: cocoa brovaz | |
| We are the wickedest, wickedest, manor in town | |
| Wickedest, wickedest, mon we don' t care | |
| Wickedest, wickedest, how we do | |
| We are the wickedest, wickedest, duo | |
| top dog big kahuna | |
| When jah rocks the party, leave ' em your shorty | |
| I got shorties on watch and they don' t wanna hurt nobody | |
| Worldwide, givin you the chance to decide | |
| If the place to be is on my mutha side | |
| I let it slide, to a whole world of disorder | |
| Give you order, put your ass under water | |
| Despite, we know god don' t like ugly | |
| But is it ugly, when nature becomes of me | |
| twanie ranks | |
| After the party, gather my target | |
| Me have two, gather, me don' t know which one to hit | |
| So sexy, sexy girl in the air | |
| When will ya come, will ya come out wit a stare | |
| Push up ya face and lift up ya feet | |
| And when will they come, i' m comin and creepin | |
| Irie, you my collar irie, when i gotta come to a nation | |
| Give the people what the people want | |
| Watch me now, watch me now, watch me now | |
| Cuz me lickin at them head, lickin at they back | |
| Keep the girl locked down just like two partner | |
| Action, ready for injection | |
| Pull up ya leave, put down ya turban | |
| Call me a bad man, and me no bust carbon | |
| A long time me ban, i live in the brooklyn | |
| top dog big kahuna | |
| A what do dem, a what do dem dem dem, a who a dem, a who a dem dem dem | |
| You didn' t knowoh, i thought i told you sooh | |
| I be the three from o. g. c., runnin things wit twanie, touch me | |
| That' s why your skin out be burn, you must learn | |
| While we dub ya assess in the urn | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Cassidy, Yates | |
| Sometime me shout out, sometime me gon' long | |
| When me big up me chest, call me number one | |
| Me be represent me click, like me represent me gun | |
| boy, test me, me chop off ya arm | |
| If you weak for the gun, kill it, collection | |
| Mommy do this long time like a barn veteran | |
| Like screech and pac man or james bond | |
| Also top dog, or louieville don | |
| So sit back and watch and spark perfection | |
| Me used to be young, bout know me older | |
| Me spit lyrics wrong just like the twister | |
| So know we go, galley wit the one twanie | |
| Pick up them shoes and rub them for me | |
| Lift up them anger, put them on it | |
| Gimme ya number, girl, before them leave | |
| I' m not sure anymore, whose knockin at my door | |
| top dog big kahuna | |
| Is it a mom p, who want hawaiian pie, me | |
| Hit the slim girl, and i deal wit twenty | |
| Oversize, i put my car in overdrive | |
| Cuz life is a lot of rules wit lots of signs | |
| I want mines on the dance floor, love the dance hall | |
| My twanie ranks' ll make ya pants fall | |
| Last call, for the session | |
| I think that ' s under the impression | |
| That i may accord to the mp, for some more | |
| He told me to pick up some more fine calleed | |
| twanie ranks | |
| The life of the true, live trife up ya life up wit | |
| True, i live trife | |
| We are the one that cough up ya sack | |
| Cop the steele, i bust out the tek | |
| Want one, come out turn the mic down | |
| Gimme money, i lick a pound, vacation | |
| Talkin politickin, i look for convincin | |
| Take a hundred out me pocket, now put down me pen | |
| For are me red, for are me smoke and dred | |
| Me leaf' s a now, and leave ya light convent | |
| chorus: cocoa brovaz | |
| We are the wickedest, wickedest, manor in town | |
| Wickedest, wickedest, mon we don' t care | |
| Wickedest, wickedest, how we do | |
| We are the wickedest, wickedest, duo | |
| top dog big kahuna | |
| When jah rocks the party, leave ' em your shorty | |
| I got shorties on watch and they don' t wanna hurt nobody | |
| Worldwide, givin you the chance to decide | |
| If the place to be is on my mutha side | |
| I let it slide, to a whole world of disorder | |
| Give you order, put your ass under water | |
| Despite, we know god don' t like ugly | |
| But is it ugly, when nature becomes of me | |
| twanie ranks | |
| After the party, gather my target | |
| Me have two, gather, me don' t know which one to hit | |
| So sexy, sexy girl in the air | |
| When will ya come, will ya come out wit a stare | |
| Push up ya face and lift up ya feet | |
| And when will they come, i' m comin and creepin | |
| Irie, you my collar irie, when i gotta come to a nation | |
| Give the people what the people want | |
| Watch me now, watch me now, watch me now | |
| Cuz me lickin at them head, lickin at they back | |
| Keep the girl locked down just like two partner | |
| Action, ready for injection | |
| Pull up ya leave, put down ya turban | |
| Call me a bad man, and me no bust carbon | |
| A long time me ban, i live in the brooklyn | |
| top dog big kahuna | |
| A what do dem, a what do dem dem dem, a who a dem, a who a dem dem dem | |
| You didn' t knowoh, i thought i told you sooh | |
| I be the three from o. g. c., runnin things wit twanie, touch me | |
| That' s why your skin out be burn, you must learn | |
| While we dub ya assess in the urn | |
| chorus |
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