Ohkeedoke Lyrics - Singles - Boot Camp Clik

[tek] 

Let's go...no time to do your hair, baby 

[starang] 

Ayo! there the go kid! 

[all] 

Right there! right there!...oh oh, oh oh... 

[ms] 

I'm movin' smooth like a wet foot glidin' across ice, 

Because these fools who be sliding on tracks, braggin' they nice 

Headz screamin' they need it, but do you really want hardcore? 

Stakes is high like de la, plus I'm fiending to start more 

[starang] 

Trouble on the double, yet cooler than any hooligan 

Frontin' on the mic nigga, who you think you foolin' with? 

Y'all be on the mic kickin' nothing but that nonsense 

Nigga please, ease back my crew been the bomb since 

[tek] 

Tell me to maintain and keep doin' my thang 

Keep my dick in my pants, and just stack the green 

Shorties can't be coniving, had to flip about warning 

Now you in a cell tryin' to post bail by mornin' 

Chorus: 

[starang]:now in the back of my mind, yo I really do hope 

[tek]:that motherfuckers out here don't take my crew for no joke 

[ms]:'cause if our backs against the wall, then we goin' for broke 

[all]:but we'll never fall victim to the ohkeedoke! 

[starang]:it goes on and on and on and on 

[all]:you keep on, and you don't stop 

[starang]yo, it goes on and on and on and on 

[all]: you keep on and you don't stop 

[starang] 

Steepin' to ya, dru ha, you hit the jackpot 

Starang bust thangs since tek found the a-black spot 

Me and mr. smokee, playin' the lo-key 

Puffin; on l's, I never fell for the ohkee... 

[ms] 

...doke! when your plan goes up in smoke 

Like a bob marley spliff being smoked to a roach 

But on the contrair, if I smoked an ounce a day 

It'll only make a mess when I bounce this way 

[tek] 

The jail scene ain't workin' no more, got me punchin' a wall 

Fam put a block on the phone, won't accept collect calls 

And to top it all off, heard my co-defendant turned canary 

Stutter steeping through the house lookin' all scary 

I'm just waiting to face him in the mess hall 

Thinkin' 'bout the tyson loss, gettin' my reps off 

And the niggas in the world that I used to roll with 

Dont even write scripts, that's the ohkeedoke shit 

[chorus] 

[starang] 

Niggas say starang's smooth, just like ice without cube 

I'm nice without dudes, on my motherfuckin' track 

Niggas call me starang, others call me jack 

But if you call and I'm not home, you can call me back 

But no matter where I'm at, I always rock the show 

The niggas next up on the mic, y'all niggas gots to go 

Phantom of the opera, yo I blow scenes north, south, east 

West, fuck your chest dukes, get it out your mouthpiece 

[tek] 

(I was) laid back sippin' beck's, gently cleaning off a black tek 

Jp's cuban link got my neck laced (shine baby) 

Steal the show like a thief, blow without a trace 

See so many wannabe's steadily tryin' to be me 

Act grimy, crimies constantly scheme how to fi me 

Out to get the bonus, becoming assed out like the homeless 

No disresepct intended, but it's a fucked up world we live in 

[ms] 

My lust for hip hop got me strivin' for perfection 

And when my inner glow shine, you vision my reflection 

And now chumps had to get a closer glimpse at it 

As sweat trickle down your face, you break into a panic 

[chorus] 

(phonecall 1-900-get-da-boot) 

[tek] 

Like when your shorties put on helmets and shouder pads, that's the ohkeedoke, 

When shorties come to see a nigga with...while you bleedin' is the ohkeedoke, 

Too 

[starang] 

Magnum force... 

[tek] 

World wide... 

[starang] 

Strictly bcc...strictly bcc... 

It goes on and on and on and on 

You keep on and you don't stop 

Word up y'all everything is nature, word up y'all, I don't hate cha 

We keep it movin'...we keep it movin'... 

[tek] 

Yo, gettin pulled over when you just got your wallet at your crib 

With your license...that's the ohkeedoke...