| Lyrics: | (Intro: LL Cool J)
Yeah, man the flavour, flavour
YEEEAAAHHH...!!!
Ah yeah, who we
doing?
(Chorus: LL Cool J)
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck,
buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck,
buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
(LL Cool J)
Ninety-three comin' off with the
flicks and the rough shit
Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits
Saber tooth, the truth,
ha-coot! spit the juice
and let the hot-ass-lead-loose (*gun shots*)
Let it fly, betty-bye
if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why
I make your Benz
seem obsolete G
Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me
Puttin' bullets holes in tents,
no fingerprints
You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
Another young black
man just caught a case
Not from ?texa-mase?, from gettin' funky like a
staircase
(Chorus: LL Cool J)
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck,
buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck,
buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck,
buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck,
buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
(LL Cool J)
Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a
Tech
with an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the block with mad Tech
shots
Drop the glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocks
Like a cheetah with my
dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckn' you down from my two-seater
Rippin' shit for the
brothers who ain't here-acap |
