123
Boot Camp Clik Lyrics


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Ridin' down the A-V-E in the black A-M-G
With the Mac by my lap and they envy
The fact that they can't see me
Dippin' through the traffic, I'm relaxin'
Smokin' black with ease
Now my cell phone ringin', it's a breezy
Let me see, yep, it's this chick I just met
And won't let me breathe
Fuck that, my mind on my movement
Cause when your money stop
They get dumbfounded and do this
"Who this nigga next to me?"
Like you give checks to me, nigga
It's respect to me
Let them niggas step to me and
I'll handle my biz first
Then call up my team and
They'll handle they biz worse
This shirt that I wear on my back
Represent every vocalist you hear
On these tracks
Nigga, and everywhere that I steer my gat
I steer my whips and you hear where we at
Nigga

I said 1-2-3 (Uh huh, uh huh) Let me know
If you're ready for me, lawd
(And nowadays everybody murder
Bustin' they guns
The whole hood is corner boys
Gettin' they ones) i said 1-2-3
(Uh huh, uh huh) Let me know
If you're ready for me, lawd
(And now everybody got a sixteen
A beat and 'dro
The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)

Listen, kick drum, snare and hi hat
I pitch jums around here, pa, don't try that
Louis Satchmo, pull the tool
Let the gat blow
Melon pop, taco meat, extra tobasco
Little Rascal, buck heat at Buckwheat
For talkin' dumb
But they all love it when Ruck speak
Fuck freaks for free, fuck freaks on E
Probably fuck freaks that you've seen on BET
Been there, done that, no rubber, got clap
So it hurt when I piss
This verse is the shit sean is a beast
You can hear me holler at the full moon
Columbine High, settin' fire to school rooms
No way, Jose Canseco
Pop popular guys at the pop of the bank-o
Sean Price, big knife, ready to shank those
Niggas at the dice game
Frontin' with bankrolls

I said 1-2-3 (Uh huh, uh huh) Let me know
If you're ready for me, lawd
(And nowadays everybody murder
Bustin' they guns
The whole hood is corner boys
Gettin' they ones) i said 1-2-3
(Uh huh, uh huh) Let me know
If you're ready for me, lawd
(And now everybody got a sixteen
A beat and 'dro
The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)

Now everybody is a hustler
Grind to get money
Remember these same people broke and bummy
Askin' me for ones, being real hyphy
You spendin' all the Grant's and
Givin' Jackson's to wifey
Now I got haters wantin' to ice me
I gotta be careful 'fore
They secret indict me
And make me a Mountaineer like West VA boys
Can't do no crime since I tatted my face boy
I'll be dead in a lineup, givin' a time-up
Twenty five-to-life, where I sign up?
"But I'm straight, my flight leaves at 8
On the ground at nine
That's more time to grind"

I said 1-2-3 (Uh huh, uh huh) Let me know
If you're ready for me, lawd
(And nowadays everybody murder
Bustin' they guns
The whole hood is corner boys
Gettin' they ones) i said 1-2-3
(Uh huh, uh huh) Let me know
If you're ready for me, lawd
(And now everybody got a sixteen




A beat and 'dro
The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to "123" by Boot Camp Clik depict a narrative from the perspective of the artist as he cruises down the avenue in his black AMG with a gun by his side, all while being envied by others. He effortlessly maneuvers through traffic, feeling at ease as he smokes, until he receives a call from a girl he just met who is demanding his attention. However, he prioritizes his own goals and movement, aware that when money stops flowing, people become dumbfounded. The lyrics emphasize the artist's determination to handle his business first, before calling on his team to handle their own. The artist also asserts his pride in representing his crew and their music, as well as the power and influence he wields wherever he goes.


Line by Line Meaning

Ridin' down the A-V-E in the black A-M-G
Driving down the avenue in my sleek black AMG car


With the Mac by my lap and they envy
Carrying a Mac (firearm) by my side, making others jealous


The fact that they can't see me
The fact that others can't match my level


Dippin' through the traffic, I'm relaxin'
Skillfully moving through traffic with ease and calmness


Smokin' black with ease
Casually smoking marijuana without any difficulty


Now my cell phone ringin', it's a breezy
Receiving a phone call from a woman I just met


Let me see, yep, it's this chick I just met
Confirming that the phone call is indeed from the woman I recently encountered


And won't let me breathe
She is constantly demanding my attention and time


Fuck that, my mind on my movement
Disregarding her demands, as I am focused on my own goals


Cause when your money stop
Because when your source of income ceases


They get dumbfounded and do this
Others become speechless and bewildered


"Who this nigga next to me?"
"Who is this person beside me?"


Like you give checks to me, nigga
As if you have any authority over me


It's respect to me
It is a sign of respect towards me


Let them niggas step to me and
Allow those individuals to approach me and


I'll handle my biz first
I will take care of my own business first


Then call up my team and
Then I will contact my team and


They'll handle they biz worse
They will handle their own business in a more severe manner


This shirt that I wear on my back
The clothing I wear represents


Represent every vocalist you hear
Symbolizes every rapper you listen to


On these tracks
In the songs you hear


Nigga, and everywhere that I steer my gat
And wherever I take my firearm


I steer my whips and you hear where we at
I control my cars and you can determine my location from the engine sounds


I said 1-2-3 (Uh huh, uh huh) Let me know
I am announcing my presence and asking for acknowledgement


If you're ready for me, lawd
If you are prepared for my arrival, oh Lord


(And nowadays everybody murder
In the current times, everyone claims to be ruthless


Bustin' they guns
Engaging in gun violence


The whole hood is corner boys
The entire neighborhood is filled with drug dealers


Gettin' they ones) i said 1-2-3
Earning their profits, I am repeating


(Uh huh, uh huh) Let me know
(confirming my previous statement) Inform me


And now everybody got a sixteen
And now everyone claims to have a verse


A beat and 'dro
A instrumental and marijuana


The whole hood is gangsta, pimpin' they ho's
The entire neighborhood is filled with individuals acting tough and exploiting prostitutes


Listen, kick drum, snare and hi hat
Pay attention to the sounds produced by the drums and cymbals


I pitch jums around here, pa, don't try that
I confuse and deceive people in this area, so don't attempt to challenge me


Louis Satchmo, pull the tool
Like Louis Armstrong, I pull out my firearm


Let the gat blow
Allow the gun to discharge


Melon pop, taco meat, extra tobasco
Shooting someone in the head, making a mess, like taco meat, and adding extra spice to the situation


Little Rascal, buck heat at Buckwheat
I, like a mischievous child, fire my weapon at my opponent named Buckwheat


For talkin' dumb
Because he was speaking foolishly


But they all love it when Ruck speak
However, they all enjoy it when I, Ruck (Sean Price), express myself


Fuck freaks for free, fuck freaks on E
Engaging in sexual activities with promiscuous individuals without charge, and also while under the influence of ecstasy


Probably fuck freaks that you've seen on BET
Most likely, I engage in sexual encounters with women you have witnessed on BET (Black Entertainment Television)


Been there, done that, no rubber, got clap
I have experienced it before, had unprotected sex, and contracted a sexually transmitted infection


So it hurt when I piss
As a result, I experience pain when urinating


This verse is the shit sean is a beast
This rap verse is exceptionally great, Sean Price is a highly skilled rapper


You can hear me holler at the full moon
You can listen to me loudly expressing myself, like howling at the full moon


Columbine High, settin' fire to school rooms
Referencing the tragic Columbine High School shooting, I metaphorically set ablaze the mic and destroy competition


No way, Jose Canseco
Absolutely not, I am not like Jose Canseco


Pop popular guys at the pop of the bank-o
I shoot and kill well-known individuals in a bank robbery


Sean Price, big knife, ready to shank those
I, Sean Price, carry a large knife and am prepared to stab my enemies


Niggas at the dice game
Men participating in a gambling session with dice


Frontin' with bankrolls
Showing off their wealth and pretending to have large amounts of money


Now everybody is a hustler
Currently, everyone claims to be a skilled entrepreneur


Grind to get money
Working hard to acquire financial resources


Remember these same people broke and bummy
Recall that these very same individuals were once poor and destitute


Askin' me for ones, being real hyphy
Previously begging me for money, acting excessively energetic


You spendin' all the Grant's and
You are using all your money and


Givin' Jackson's to wifey
Giving financial resources to your wife


Now I got haters wantin' to ice me
Now I have enemies who desire to harm or kill me


I gotta be careful 'fore
I have to be cautious before


They secret indict me
They secretly bring criminal charges against me


And make me a Mountaineer like West VA boys
And force me to become a prisoner, like inmates from West Virginia


Can't do no crime since I tatted my face boy
I cannot commit any criminal acts now that my face is covered in tattoos


I'll be dead in a lineup, givin' a time-up
I would be killed in a police lineup, receiving a life sentence


Twenty five-to-life, where I sign up?
Where can I enroll for a twenty-five years to life prison term?


"But I'm straight, my flight leaves at 8
"But I'm fine, my airplane departs at 8 o'clock


On the ground at nine
And I will arrive at my destination at nine


That's more time to grind"
That grants me additional time to work hard and achieve success




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