Buckin' Em Down
[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...
Derrumbándolos a tiros
[Intro: LL Cool J]
Sí, hombre, el sabor, sabor
¡¡¡SÍÍÍ...!!!
Ah sí, ¿a quién estamos enfrentando?
[Coro: LL Cool J]
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
[LL Cool J]
Noventa y tres llegando con las imágenes y la mierda bruta
Empacando las patadas de los negros con fosas negras
Colmillo de sable, la verdad, ¡ha-coot! escupe el jugo
y deja que la caliente bala suelta [disparos de pistola]
Déjala volar, adiós si estás listo para morir
Dándote una paliza y puedes preguntarle a Keith Sweat por qué
Hago que tu Benz parezca obsoleta
Destrozando tu trasero discretamente, si me encuentras
Poniendo agujeros de bala en carpas, sin huellas dactilares
Te atraparás una bala en el trasero mientras saltas la cerca
Otro joven negro acaba de tener un problema
No de Texas, de ponerse funky como una escalera
[Coro: LL Cool J]
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
[LL Cool J]
Sí, qué escena, sacando un Tech
con un cargador extra de los jeans anchos
Mojando la cuadra con disparos locos de Tech
Suelta el glock, poniendo adictos en llaves de cabeza
Como un guepardo con mis golpeadores
Diez milímetros, derrumbándote desde mi biplaza
Destrozando cosas para los hermanos que no están aquí
Matando osos y pateando soplones directo al muelle
Glock lleno de tripas, disparando traseros constantemente
Dejando la luz de la luna en tus cabezas
Def Jam en tu trasero por las jams
Tienes pandilla, pero ¿eres bueno con tus manos?
[Coro: LL Cool J]
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
[LL Cool J]
Elogiándolos y destrozándolos y
sacudiéndolos y recogiéndolos y
elogiándolos y destrozándolos y
sacudiéndolos y recogiéndolos y
elogiándolos y destrozándolos y
sacudiéndolos y recogiéndolos
elogiándolos y destrozándolos y
sacudiéndolos y recogiéndolos
[Coro: LL Cool J]
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
Derrumbándolos a tiros, derrumbándolos a tiros
[LL Cool J]
Arrastrando a ustedes raperos flojos fuera de los clubes
Pensando que pagan demasiado, mojándolos como una paloma
Pero en la jerga, en el habla, en el estilo
Conectar, nunca puede ser destrozado por un niño suburbano
Humo de pistola, bananza en la cuadra sí
Cuando toda la mierda estaba muerta, podría haber cumplido una condena
Confundiendo al maestro de ceremonias, desmantelando
Nunca apostar y tratar de manejar a un vándalo
Te atraparás un cuarenta en la cabeza con tus falsas rastas
Tratando de fingir que estás empuñando plomo
Los tontos están bien en un spiro
Y ahora tienes más problemas que un jiro
Observa el balístico, patea, astuto, rápido
cambia un guion, pero eso no es algo nuevo
¡¡¡Quemando tu casa abajooo...!!!
Estoy mostrando personal, escuchando cómo suena un nueve
Ocupado-rápido, el desaire está en
Agita su vida, las visitas fueron aburridas
[Coro: LL Cool J]
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