Текст песни LL Cool J - Buckin' Em Down

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[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 Killin' bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier Glock full of guts, steady buckin' butts Lettin' moonlight in your head-pull-puds Def Jam in your ass for the jams You've got posse, but are you nice with your hands? [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] Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the shakin' them up and the pickin' them up biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the shakin' them up and the pick... [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] Draggin' you flower-ass rappers outta clubs Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove But in the slang, in the speech, in the style Connect, can never be ripped by a surburban child Gun smoke, bananza on the block yeah When all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid Conferring emcee scramble, dismantle Never gamble and try to handle a vandal You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads Tryin' to front like you're packin' lead Dumb-dumbs are fine in a spiro And now you got more beef than a jiro Peep the balistic, kick, slick, quick flip a script-a-slips, but that ain't new shit Burnin' ya crib doooowwwwnnnn...!!! I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a nine sounds Busy-quizick, the ?disare? is in Fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin' [Chorus: LL Cool J] Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down Buck, buckin'

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