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oomp camp - back up remix lyrics

(screaming back up! in the background in the whole song)

hook:
if we be ackin up, you best be backin up! 6x

verse 1: pete mosley

it’s little peter, the ity-bity, short -ss color
but it ain’t nothing, i got some sh-t to bust up ya sweater
head bussa from augusta
went to talking about run up on a m-th-f-cka
then i’m gone pour em out
i hang wit loko, dollar bill, and baby d
i’m screaming ready m-th-f-cka don’t f-ck wit me
a young gangsta, i group up with them g’s from tha south
and if its anger, i’m ready to shove a gat in ya mouth
b-tch its whatever better not test me funny
oomp camp in dis b-tch where tha f-ck is tha money?
my pastor told me forever i represent for my team
make them n-ggas come clean or bust em in the head wit tha beam
back tha f-ck up!!!

repeat hook 4x

verse 2: janet curr-e

ok ok, well i act up, ya’ll p-ssy m-th-f-ckaz better back up
see we2-d-double-e-p, deep that’s how c-r-double-e-p
creep baby d 2 g b-tch
no mercy for no punk, b-tches or snitches
no coward water and flower n-gga
no flaw n-ggas, bust em in tha jaw n-gga
this for my thug n-ggas gone off the wall get off me
smoke em like a baker, deck em out like decatur
fire the pump like a cheetah
ask yo girl did i beat her when i skeet her

repeat hook 4x

verse 3: dollar bill

all dem m-th-f-ckaz, f-ck ya mother sucker b-tch
oomp camp bring da drama so n-gga i’m comin b-tch
wit them thang thangs so n-gga i’m bussin b-tch
to your brain brain so when i see you dead b-tch
we don’t play inga, so n-gga f-ck what you stay
i got that russian a.k., when i’m bussin ok
if you all 50 n-ggas, cuz i’m 20/50 central road
til i die lincoln cememtry, well uh huh!

repeat hook 4x

verse 4: quebo gold

they don’t want it so don’t ya started
get ready to get that -ssh0l- tore off
probably make a n-gga wanna front they gold
turn the tide when they see a n-gga gone
40 street and oooh peep cat break da gold out yo azz
said i don’t play no games, my n-gga i still don’t play no games
i keep my gun loaded ???
baby d & them boyz deeper than the ocean
f-ck around get tha slow thug motion
if there no doubts about it ain’t no since of talkin about it
??? fill up loan some money. get a dime smoke
somethin get poed new millenium y2k, ready!
my n-gga, my ak , ready!
my n-gga, five bucks of gold
yo fellaz i be right there, ready back up
back up, hold up…back up!! (my n-gga back up!)

verse 5: pastor troy

if i start ackin up, you better cut off the game
and i ain’t go to say nothing, but ask the devil my name
i’m the flame and i got mo flame than a lighter
i ain’t tryin to be lame, but n0body inviter southern writer
the preacher that keep up the fire oomp camp
and pastor troy be layin it ride
don’t get ??? i ain’t been the one for that
so now i travel everywhere wit that mack mack
i crack heads til i bled and i thought i tricked
i cut the game off quick back in ’96
i’m gettin sick of the game
go handle yo business, mayne
i catch ya slippin i’m gonna l!ck yo azz for everythang
we ready!

repeat hook 8x til end

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