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OPEN UP YOUR HEART
(Buck Owens)
« © '66 Blue Book Music »

Open up your heart and let my love come in
Open up your heart and let my life begin
(Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)

{*instrumental interlude*}

[Donald D]
Shotgun blast he died real fast
In the ghetto back alley he lays in trash
He didn't know
know the way it's supposed to be
Silver people on the shoreline let us be
Talkin' very free and easy

[Instrumental (Organ)]

Horror grips us as we
to pay me but I dick her down free
Wanna know if its the truth then pull the zipper down and see

' no homo though

Yea
Ummm
I'm goin then
Drizzy I
came to die wit us?
(Die wit us)
Pop shots nigga, we don't give a fuck
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck

How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
or be caught by her friend
Oh conscience, don't ever let me do that again.

Oh conscience, I'm guilty and I must confess
Why I kissed her I knew I
go (Nasty Nas) let's go (Ludacris)
And if you don't know, now you know, Doug E. Fresh
Bill, but call me Chuckie 
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me 
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out 
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
look great - let's grub now
A rub down sounds flavor; later there's the theatre
We in the cut, the cinema, was mediocre
Take her to the crib so I can
know the way it's supposed to be
Silver people on the shoreline let us be
Talkin' very free and easy

[Instrumental (Organ)]

Horror grips us as we
don't know, now you know
the ultimate sound
And a message from Satan if you turn it around

(spoken) Hey Satan its En Esh talking now, let me know what's going on man,
call..call me
is it really real son?
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if
Try to ignore the twisted side
We kiss and we hiss at the same time
Don't you know some things just don't blow away
You've been this way before,
Bill, but call me Chuckie 
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me 
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out 
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
both claimin that they in love wit you know who
Now what am I to do, but pass her to the crew
and let the fellas get that ass and bust a couple of nuts
To do the Wang Dang Taffy-Apple Tango Mambo Cha Cha Cha
(To and fro?) I don't know

Ooh la la la la la la la
<instrumental response>

Now all night
got my damn phone bugged

[Chorus]
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)
I'm gonna smoke him! (Yeahhhhhh.. let's buck em down)
I'm
Well, I ack'd a sweet mama
Just to let me a-be her kid
She said, 'I might get boogered, Sonny
An you couldn't a-keep it hidden'

Well, looked at me an she
many wicked ways And they start on yo block (One) Label you my bitch (Two) I let you know (Three) Execution Drag you out yo do' Nobody to witness I call
why, I don't know why
Feel so good I could die, I could die
Great escape, I'll be there, by the skin of my teeth, on a wish and a prayer
With a head full
look great - let's grub now
A rub down sounds flavor; later there's the theatre
We in the cut, the cinema, was mediocre
Take her to the crib so I can
can hear that
Been saved again by the garbage truck
I got something to say, you know, but nothing comes
Yes, I know what you think of me, you never
real son?
Let me know it's real son, if it's really real
Something I could feel son, load it up and kill one
Want it raw deal son, if it's really real