Boot Camp Clik – Slow Down 2000

Boot Camp Clik – Slow Down 2000 Lyrics

Artist: Boot Camp Clik
Song: Slow Down 2000

Yeah, we go (word up)
To the motherf#ckin’ show
And when I get to the f#ckin’ spot promoter better have my dough (word up)
My name is the William H

My Game is to sell a million papes
And I don’t know what imma do next so y’all just chill away
Ayo, imma real
n#gg# pullin’ up in the Bonneville

Smack b#tches on they ass, matter fact imma chill
Keep it real yo, we’re blow like {?}
Pull over on a highway, and kick all the hoes out
Ayo, we go stage to stage and blow all the shows out

Peace to my n#gg# Doc and this goes out
To my n#gg#s on {?} whistlin’ this
But without a black it ain’t a spliff
And only n#gg#s from the ‘Ville could try and catch my drift

Hey mommy, yeah I see you, imma blow you a kiss
But if my n#gg#s got a {?}
No style, we wild like the great outdoors
Word up, I fly outta L.A. and hang with outlaws

Who told me if you ain’t ones you ain’t about yours
What If I told you that I hang with killers
Who sold weed to your son that was known as dealers
Would you kiss me on my cheek and tell me who’s the illest

No doubt
No doubt
No doubt
No doubt

I’m looking for some back to dig on mattresses
f#ck it, give me singers, all actresses
I be like fire and brimstone
What the hell, burn a L and take your shorty to my hotel

Shorty like “Slow down, what {?}”
You know what go down when I’m polo down
Plus you see my glare, when you look at my hair you see black braids with black shades for me to stare
Oh yeah, {?} straight out the eight fifty, hoping she’ll take a date to make with me

All because of my bracelet medalion
Shorty wildin’ , ready to put {?}
{?} all night listening to Two Turntables and a Mic
f#ck {?} Buckshot a real life

Now I f#cked her on the first day you can say I’m trife
Aight, yeah, whutchu yappin’ about, this is Buck from Crown Heights the n#gg# with clout
Salute, when you see me Duke acknowledge the God
Real as they come as I’m to dumb to understand Allah

Shine far like Sallah, intelligent character
Far from a amateur {?} my caliber
Genereal, a hundred and one ways to handle y’all
Damaja, challenger, so supreme stamina

Stanford, play with fire in the flame get burnt
Slow down, study life and a lesson to learn
Live fast, die quick, get cash, drive whips
Bone chicks avoid scandalous n#gg#s who ride dicks

Outta town trips on some money hustlin’ sh#t
Bubblin’ like a lunatic on sarafian sh#t
Timberland chukkas and sh#t, up in the whip
Puffin a spliff, shorty wanna suck on my clip

Wanna f#ck me off, heard he on some Black Trump sh#t
Had to tell ‘er slow down, take a poke off your lip
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Release Year: 1999