Buckin’ Em Down - LL Cool J

Yeah man the flavour flavour
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Ah yeah who we doing
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
Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough sh*t
Packin' ni**a's kicks with black pits
Saber tooth the truth ha-coot spit the juice
And let the hot-a**-lead-loose (gun shots)
Let it fly betty-bye if you're ready to die
Kickin' your a** and you can ask Keith Sweat why
I make your Benz seem obsolete G
Rippin' your a** discretely if you meet me
Puttin' bullets holes in tents no fingerprints
You'll catch a slug in your a** while you jump the fence
Another young black man just caught a case
Not from texa-mase from gettin' funky like a staircase
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
Yeah what a scene pullin' a Tech
With an extra magazine out the baggy-a** 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' sh*t 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 a** for the jams
You've got posse but are you nice with your hands
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
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
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
Draggin' you flower-a** 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 sh*t 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 sh*t
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'
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