Текст и слова песни Boot Camp Clik – Headz Aint Ready
* originally billed inaccurately as 'Black Moon & Smif-N-Wessun'
BCC: Buckshot
Smif-N-Wessun (Tek and Steele)
The Fab 5 (Originoo Gun Clappaz and Heltah Skeltah) **
FB5: Originoo Gun Clappaz (Louisville, Strang, Top Dawg)
Heltah Skeltah (Ruck and Rock)
Intro/chorus:
Headz Aint Ready for the Clik we got
Headz Aint Ready when I swear they not
Verse One: Louisville, Strang, Top Dawg, Ruck, Rock
Now a days I had it up to here
From my chest to my head
When the buddha bless
Bless my head and the eyes are red
Comin 4 ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya
You wanted to pop junk
So now it's like a little Vigor
I outta floor ya
Headz Aint Ready got the Original Gunz and machetes
I pin that ass to the grass like I was Teddy
Cuz brothas aint ready for the fros and the dreads
Grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head
There's an X amount of yar-we
Yo pass the gar-weed
Pass it over here so I can get Irie-why we
Smoke so much brothas be askin
Why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin
Headz Aint Ready for what my clique got in store
Cuz what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war
Shows get blown, ho's get thrown out the room
Plus knuckas get??? from now til noon
Now assume posistion, punks pissin in pants
Cuz lyrical skillz is makin you feel...
Still liftin, incase you didn't know how we be livin
It's in my nature to keep robbin like Givens
For real doe, when your still broke
Kill or be killed jerk
You don't know
So I leave ya screwed like a dildo
I still blow, punks I crush into dust
Plus we gothcha bucks
(Who the warriors?) Rock & Ruck ass what
Chorus 2X
Verse Two: Tek and Steele, Buckshot
What's that aroma in the air?
Treason, so wghat that means son
Son that mean it's huntin season
Time to stack papes do you got what it takes
Can you react when your lifes at stake
I rock the stripes of an M-P
Pon my timb tree
And keep the Tauras from my enemy
Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clique
It gets realer so watch this, serve justice
3-2 degrees freeze until
These MC's decide to relieve you from grievin
On my way from out of state
I hit my block F-A-P
Wit my man Ruck & my man Rock S-T
Jus left my man brown nose
Now we gotta sac of the black for the shows
Clothes aint really nuthin ta me
Bit I stay wit my Timberland tree
And my B-double-O-T-C
Rock, keep my hair notty
Did you know it's me floatin wit potent see
Buckshot b-d-b-d and the Evil Dee
We rock fluently
Chorus 2X
Verse Three: Ruck, Tek, Top Dawg, Steele, Buckshot, Rock
Mr. McGee don't get me angry(why)
You wouldn't like it when I mangle
Your thoughts to done start to change you
Rearrange you, way you all be kickin
BCC: Buckshot
Smif-N-Wessun (Tek and Steele)
The Fab 5 (Originoo Gun Clappaz and Heltah Skeltah) **
FB5: Originoo Gun Clappaz (Louisville, Strang, Top Dawg)
Heltah Skeltah (Ruck and Rock)
Intro/chorus:
Headz Aint Ready for the Clik we got
Headz Aint Ready when I swear they not
Verse One: Louisville, Strang, Top Dawg, Ruck, Rock
Now a days I had it up to here
From my chest to my head
When the buddha bless
Bless my head and the eyes are red
Comin 4 ya, 3-2-1 nice to know ya
You wanted to pop junk
So now it's like a little Vigor
I outta floor ya
Headz Aint Ready got the Original Gunz and machetes
I pin that ass to the grass like I was Teddy
Cuz brothas aint ready for the fros and the dreads
Grab the glock and hitcha from ya toes to ya head
There's an X amount of yar-we
Yo pass the gar-weed
Pass it over here so I can get Irie-why we
Smoke so much brothas be askin
Why the Originoo Gunn Clappaz keep on clappin
Headz Aint Ready for what my clique got in store
Cuz what we got in store keeps us prepared for the war
Shows get blown, ho's get thrown out the room
Plus knuckas get??? from now til noon
Now assume posistion, punks pissin in pants
Cuz lyrical skillz is makin you feel...
Still liftin, incase you didn't know how we be livin
It's in my nature to keep robbin like Givens
For real doe, when your still broke
Kill or be killed jerk
You don't know
So I leave ya screwed like a dildo
I still blow, punks I crush into dust
Plus we gothcha bucks
(Who the warriors?) Rock & Ruck ass what
Chorus 2X
Verse Two: Tek and Steele, Buckshot
What's that aroma in the air?
Treason, so wghat that means son
Son that mean it's huntin season
Time to stack papes do you got what it takes
Can you react when your lifes at stake
I rock the stripes of an M-P
Pon my timb tree
And keep the Tauras from my enemy
Whenever he comes in the mist of this Boot Camp Clique
It gets realer so watch this, serve justice
3-2 degrees freeze until
These MC's decide to relieve you from grievin
On my way from out of state
I hit my block F-A-P
Wit my man Ruck & my man Rock S-T
Jus left my man brown nose
Now we gotta sac of the black for the shows
Clothes aint really nuthin ta me
Bit I stay wit my Timberland tree
And my B-double-O-T-C
Rock, keep my hair notty
Did you know it's me floatin wit potent see
Buckshot b-d-b-d and the Evil Dee
We rock fluently
Chorus 2X
Verse Three: Ruck, Tek, Top Dawg, Steele, Buckshot, Rock
Mr. McGee don't get me angry(why)
You wouldn't like it when I mangle
Your thoughts to done start to change you
Rearrange you, way you all be kickin
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