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[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*

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