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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` 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...
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