Lyrics:
And step em when K- Rocin
don't fuck with dis, see
See if you wit me
if you wit me
mon
We buck em down
We buck em down
Only one
Comin out of that
Hey, man
These fuckin' guys scream all of this shit, huh?
They want us to go out and come back in
And start this fuckin' shit all over again,
a paper right
If you come back right then we can boog it
Ooh, no, tot that track you phone
I am Sam Dussel, DPG Buck and I hate Stoplight
I always
Don't ever let me take you for granted
You've got your finger on the pulse of my soul
Let me place a kiss in the small of your back
Love
I'm spinnin the world on my fingers
I tell 'em to suck on my penis
I talk all this shit like a genius
To keep it a buck I'm from Venus
I'm spinnin
left this world by putting bullets in they head
But little Johnnie across the street
Hung hisself from his bunk-bed
Had to go to court in the mornin'
the interview
want to be worldwide, but you can't fuck with I
You try, you die; don't deny the fact that you got your back
blown by binoculars,
The lifestyles of the cold and heartless (yea)
My truth don't come to the light
I write with the soul of darkness
Throw your carcass back
Of one of those ready to die for the sake of their high
I'm sayin, this ain't even rap no more this is good times
Jimmy Walker's out on the street throwing
Running through the streets again running scared
Look for shadows in your mind no-one there
Guarded alleyways you pass by people that you meet
Everyone's
Running through the streets again - running scared
Look for shadows in your mind - no-one there
Guarded alleyways you pass by - people that you meet
back-let the breeze hit you
Pap buck with the verty drivin' bush river
Hair so long broke comb couldn't tame it
Broke line catch'n to my ahkim we made it
Started from the ground
Building to the sky now
Watch it fall down
How you gon' survive now?
Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no
Come on home wit me, niggas strap up
Hit the streets gats up
Clap up, and get they money back up
Come on home wit me, every block got a crack in it
and I'm proud to say
It's the only kind of tune I listen to
I listen to Buck Owens every day
Okay, okay, well, well
Well, now that you've admitted
A story narrated by S.E I call it
The Elwyn Affairs dramatic an frantic
My homies Im saved the credit ya'll get it
They killed it
We saucy
(Verse - Paris
a ratchet nigga go get the stacks
Handle the pill like a running back, no informants here, we don't like rats
But still a G, so I chase the cheese, by any
You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood
Get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club
Get fucked up in the club
Nigga we don't
till there's no more
Give take
Run away, you never loved me
Don't you stay, I am no more
Leave by day, I am reborn
Oh my god, what have I done
No, no
No
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
(match)
Or if I catch a motherfucker dippin' in the back (dippin' in the back)
Say if a nigga disrespect me or my fam
And we take it to the streets
know these niggaz hoped I wouldn't make it, fuck you
Your hatred only made me wanna cake ya, fuck you
Wherever I see you nigga I'ma buck you
And put
Around
Go Put Ya' Pack Up, And Pick Up Ya' 4 Pound, It's Bout To Go Down
Buck Back On That Bullshit, He Even Got His Baby Momma Walkin With A Full Clip
your goin' up and down
I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound
San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a spot
I think E Street and 5th
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