Buckin' Em Down - 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…

Sì, amico, il sapore, il sapore

SIEEAAAHHH!!!

Ah sì, chi facciamo?

(Ritornello: LL Cool J)

Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down

Buck, buttali giù.

buck, buckin'em giù

Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down

Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down

(LL Fantastico J)

Novantatré arrivano con i film e le cazzate

I calci di Packin'nigga con buche nere

Dente a sciabola, la verità, ha-coot!

sputare il succo

e lascia che il culo caldo si sciolga (*colpi di pistola*)

Lascialo volare, arrivederci se sei pronto a morire

Calciandoti il ​​culo e puoi chiedere a Keith Sweat perché

Faccio sembrare la tua Benz obsoleta G Rippin'your ass discretamente, se mi incontri Faccio buchi di proiettili nelle tende, niente impronte digitali

Ti prenderai una pallottola nel culo mentre salti la recinzione

Un altro giovane uomo di colore ha appena preso un caso

Non da?

texa-mase?, da gettin'funky like a staircase

(Ritornello: LL Cool J)

Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down

Buck, buttali giù.

buck, buckin'em giù

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, buttali giù.

buck, buckin'em giù

Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down

Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down

(LL Fantastico J)

Sì, che scena, pullin'a Tech

con una rivista in più sui jeans larghi

Bagnando il blocco con pazzi colpi Tech

Lascia cadere la glock, mettendo i crackhead nelle serrature

Come un ghepardo con i miei battitori

Dieci millimetri, buck, butt giù dalla mia due posti

Storie di merda per i fratelli che non sono qui

Killin'bears e kickin'snitch proprio fuori dal molo

Glock piena di viscere, grinfie costanti

Lettin'moonlight in your head-pull-puds

Def Jam nel tuo culo per le marmellate

Hai posse, ma sei gentile con le mani?

(Ritornello: LL Cool J)

Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down

Buck, buttali giù.

buck, buckin'em giù

Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down

Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down

(LL Fantastico J)

Ingrandirli e strapparli e il

scuoterli e raccoglierli e il

ingrandirli e strapparli e il

scuoterli e raccoglierli e il

ingrandirli e strapparli e il

scuotendoli e raccogliendoli allargandoli e strappandoli su e il

scuotendoli e il piccone...

(Ritornello: LL Cool J)

Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down

Buck, buttali giù.

buck, buckin'em giù

Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down

Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down

(LL Fantastico J)

Trascinandoti dai club i rapper asino di fiori

Pensando di pagare troppo, bagnali come una colomba

Ma nello slang, nel discorso, nello stile

Connect, non può mai essere strappato da un bambino di periferia

Fumo di pistola, banane sul blocco sì

Quando tutta la merda era morta, avrei potuto fare un'offerta

Conferire emcee arrampicarsi, smantellare

Non giocare mai e cercare di gestire un vandalo

Ti prenderai una quaranta testa al rialzo con i tuoi falsi dreadlocks

Cercando di affrontare come se fossi in testa

Gli stupidi vanno bene in uno spiro

E ora hai più carne di manzo di un jiro

Sbircia il balistico, calcia, slick, veloce

capovolgi un copione, ma non è una merda nuova

Lettino Burnin'ya doooowwwwnnnn!!!

Sono di fronte al personale, sta sentendo come suona un nove

Busy-quizick, il?

disare?

è in frizzante la sua vita, le visite erano noiose

(Ritornello: LL Cool J)

Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down

Buck, buttali giù.

buck, buckin'em giù

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, buttali giù.

buck, buckin'em giù

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Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down...