Buck-Buck 歌词
| 歌曲 | Buck-Buck |
| 歌手 | Das EFX |
| 专辑 | Hold It Down |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Skoob and dray giving shoutouts* | |
| Chorus： | |
| Well give a buck-buck (here) | |
| And a buck-buck (there) | |
| From the front to the (rear) | |
| Throw your hands (in the air) | |
| *repeat x3* | |
| Verse 1: skoob | |
| Ding! back in the ring yo it's the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah) | |
| So all rise for the honours balk, your lies mark your drum | |
| Now i'm stronger and i'm faster, thicker than your pasta | |
| I got more styles than most mc's can master | |
| I'm (what?) d-wilin, (what?) three stylin (what what??) regardless | |
| Beatin me is like the bills beatin dallas | |
| Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! i be the ************t, it | |
| And plus i light that ass up like the numerical digits | |
| In my (beeper), cos we're throwin ******s in the (sleeper) | |
| I'm dazin you like (etha), more hoodies than the (grim reaper) | |
| Be on you everywhere, my style it ain't the everyday | |
| It's better, we're sayin ************t that other ******s never say (kid) | |
| Cookin the flows (what?) to make your toes wanna tip (tip) | |
| I used to be a wheel watcher til i got my whip (whip) | |
| You see i walk with a (bop bop), i talk with the (slop slop) | |
| Man, you like six bull ****** in a slot (slot slot) | |
| It's the abortion, son i'm launchin, quick to floor ************t | |
| Click-click now i'm on some quick draw mcgraw ************t | |
| For ************t, now dice bring it back on the seal | |
| Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah) | |
| Chrous: | |
| So get the buck-buck (here) | |
| And the buck-buck (there) | |
| From the front to the (rear) | |
| Throw your hands in the (air air) | |
| With a buck-buck (here here) | |
| And a buck-buck (buck here) | |
| From the front to the (rear) | |
| Throw your hands (in the air) | |
| With a buck-buck (here) | |
| And a buck-buck (there there) | |
| From the front to the (yeah rear) | |
| Throw your hands (in the air) | |
| With a buck-buck (here here) | |
| And a buck-buck (there there give em) | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (from the rear, throw your hands in the air, yeah) | |
| Verse 2: dray | |
| Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my ************ (************) | |
| You see i can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to ****** venus | |
| Boy, i mean this, you've never seen this because you're corny (corny) | |
| I'm sleepin on ya raps, i'm drinkin (yeah) nass because you're foamy | |
| Wit that weak ************t, i freak ************t like i'm suppose ta (yeah) | |
| Try to test my skills, word is bond (mother******), i'm gonna roast ya | |
| (yeah) | |
| I do this, they be like "who dis?" (who dis?), i break the answer (answer) | |
| Krazy ****** drayzie on the mic (yeah), i spread like (cancer) | |
| So peep it (yeah) cos i'ma keep it straighter than an arrow | |
| ******s on my jive (why?) because i rock like a camaro | |
| Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow (flow) | |
| Some ******s wanna copy but they're soppy like joe (yo) joe (yo) | |
| How i rip the shows on the mic (nightly) | |
| Tell y'all ******s now there ain't a mother****** like me! | |
| (ya hype be), i'm slightly in the mood so watch me wreck ************t (yeah) | |
| Check ************t, i be on some new improved (neck ************t) | |
| I flex ************t, that's the way i flip it on a angle | |
| You knows who i are, wear my star like the spangled | |
| Banner, bust the grammar but i bring forth my knockers | |
| If it ain't hip-hop (aiyyo) | |
| Well then it gotta be some rockin (bow! bow! bow!) | |
| I'm risin in your ???? and corn flakes, you're gonna lose me (lose me) | |
| And if ya didn't know, one more here (this is why my ****** choose me) | |
| Chorus: | |
| So give a buck-buck | |
| And a buck-buck there | |
| From the front to the (rear) | |
| Throw your hands (in the air) | |
| With a buck-buck (here) | |
| And a buck-buck (there) | |
| From the front to the (rear) | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| *repeat to fade* |
| Skoob and dray giving shoutouts | |
| Chorus: | |
| Well give a buckbuck here | |
| And a buckbuck there | |
| From the front to the rear | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| repeat x3 | |
| Verse 1: skoob | |
| Ding! back in the ring yo it' s the tag team jams yeah yeah yeah | |
| So all rise for the honours balk, your lies mark your drum | |
| Now i' m stronger and i' m faster, thicker than your pasta | |
| I got more styles than most mc' s can master | |
| I' m what? dwilin, what? three stylin what what?? regardless | |
| Beatin me is like the bills beatin dallas | |
| Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! i be the t, it | |
| And plus i light that ass up like the numerical digits | |
| In my beeper, cos we' re throwin s in the sleeper | |
| I' m dazin you like etha, more hoodies than the grim reaper | |
| Be on you everywhere, my style it ain' t the everyday | |
| It' s better, we' re sayin t that other s never say kid | |
| Cookin the flows what? to make your toes wanna tip tip | |
| I used to be a wheel watcher til i got my whip whip | |
| You see i walk with a bop bop, i talk with the slop slop | |
| Man, you like six bull in a slot slot slot | |
| It' s the abortion, son i' m launchin, quick to floor t | |
| Clickclick now i' m on some quick draw mcgraw t | |
| For t, now dice bring it back on the seal | |
| Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill yeah | |
| Chrous: | |
| So get the buckbuck here | |
| And the buckbuck there | |
| From the front to the rear | |
| Throw your hands in the air air | |
| With a buckbuck here here | |
| And a buckbuck buck here | |
| From the front to the rear | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| With a buckbuck here | |
| And a buckbuck there there | |
| From the front to the yeah rear | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| With a buckbuck here here | |
| And a buckbuck there there give em | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah from the rear, throw your hands in the air, yeah | |
| Verse 2: dray | |
| Well yo, the one is for my nuts uhh, the two is for my | |
| You see i can rock this microphone yeah from here to venus | |
| Boy, i mean this, you' ve never seen this because you' re corny corny | |
| I' m sleepin on ya raps, i' m drinkin yeah nass because you' re foamy | |
| Wit that weak t, i freak t like i' m suppose ta yeah | |
| Try to test my skills, word is bond mother, i' m gonna roast ya | |
| yeah | |
| I do this, they be like " who dis?" who dis?, i break the answer answer | |
| Krazy drayzie on the mic yeah, i spread like cancer | |
| So peep it yeah cos i' ma keep it straighter than an arrow | |
| s on my jive why? because i rock like a camaro | |
| Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow flow | |
| Some s wanna copy but they' re soppy like joe yo joe yo | |
| How i rip the shows on the mic nightly | |
| Tell y' all s now there ain' t a mother like me! | |
| ya hype be, i' m slightly in the mood so watch me wreck t yeah | |
| Check t, i be on some new improved neck t | |
| I flex t, that' s the way i flip it on a angle | |
| You knows who i are, wear my star like the spangled | |
| Banner, bust the grammar but i bring forth my knockers | |
| If it ain' t hiphop aiyyo | |
| Well then it gotta be some rockin bow! bow! bow! | |
| I' m risin in your ???? and corn flakes, you' re gonna lose me lose me | |
| And if ya didn' t know, one more here this is why my choose me | |
| Chorus: | |
| So give a buckbuck | |
| And a buckbuck there | |
| From the front to the rear | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| With a buckbuck here | |
| And a buckbuck there | |
| From the front to the rear | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| repeat to fade |
| Skoob and dray giving shoutouts | |
| Chorus: | |
| Well give a buckbuck here | |
| And a buckbuck there | |
| From the front to the rear | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| repeat x3 | |
| Verse 1: skoob | |
| Ding! back in the ring yo it' s the tag team jams yeah yeah yeah | |
| So all rise for the honours balk, your lies mark your drum | |
| Now i' m stronger and i' m faster, thicker than your pasta | |
| I got more styles than most mc' s can master | |
| I' m what? dwilin, what? three stylin what what?? regardless | |
| Beatin me is like the bills beatin dallas | |
| Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! i be the t, it | |
| And plus i light that ass up like the numerical digits | |
| In my beeper, cos we' re throwin s in the sleeper | |
| I' m dazin you like etha, more hoodies than the grim reaper | |
| Be on you everywhere, my style it ain' t the everyday | |
| It' s better, we' re sayin t that other s never say kid | |
| Cookin the flows what? to make your toes wanna tip tip | |
| I used to be a wheel watcher til i got my whip whip | |
| You see i walk with a bop bop, i talk with the slop slop | |
| Man, you like six bull in a slot slot slot | |
| It' s the abortion, son i' m launchin, quick to floor t | |
| Clickclick now i' m on some quick draw mcgraw t | |
| For t, now dice bring it back on the seal | |
| Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill yeah | |
| Chrous: | |
| So get the buckbuck here | |
| And the buckbuck there | |
| From the front to the rear | |
| Throw your hands in the air air | |
| With a buckbuck here here | |
| And a buckbuck buck here | |
| From the front to the rear | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| With a buckbuck here | |
| And a buckbuck there there | |
| From the front to the yeah rear | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| With a buckbuck here here | |
| And a buckbuck there there give em | |
| Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah from the rear, throw your hands in the air, yeah | |
| Verse 2: dray | |
| Well yo, the one is for my nuts uhh, the two is for my | |
| You see i can rock this microphone yeah from here to venus | |
| Boy, i mean this, you' ve never seen this because you' re corny corny | |
| I' m sleepin on ya raps, i' m drinkin yeah nass because you' re foamy | |
| Wit that weak t, i freak t like i' m suppose ta yeah | |
| Try to test my skills, word is bond mother, i' m gonna roast ya | |
| yeah | |
| I do this, they be like " who dis?" who dis?, i break the answer answer | |
| Krazy drayzie on the mic yeah, i spread like cancer | |
| So peep it yeah cos i' ma keep it straighter than an arrow | |
| s on my jive why? because i rock like a camaro | |
| Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow flow | |
| Some s wanna copy but they' re soppy like joe yo joe yo | |
| How i rip the shows on the mic nightly | |
| Tell y' all s now there ain' t a mother like me! | |
| ya hype be, i' m slightly in the mood so watch me wreck t yeah | |
| Check t, i be on some new improved neck t | |
| I flex t, that' s the way i flip it on a angle | |
| You knows who i are, wear my star like the spangled | |
| Banner, bust the grammar but i bring forth my knockers | |
| If it ain' t hiphop aiyyo | |
| Well then it gotta be some rockin bow! bow! bow! | |
| I' m risin in your ???? and corn flakes, you' re gonna lose me lose me | |
| And if ya didn' t know, one more here this is why my choose me | |
| Chorus: | |
| So give a buckbuck | |
| And a buckbuck there | |
| From the front to the rear | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| With a buckbuck here | |
| And a buckbuck there | |
| From the front to the rear | |
| Throw your hands in the air | |
| repeat to fade |
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