Lyrics:
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
on the lawn
Dinosaur Victrola listenin' to Buck Owens
Doo, doo, doo, lookin' out my backdoor
Well, tambourines and elephants are playin' in the band
Won't
insides me, I manifest this
I will respect myself and wear serenity as my necklace
I will replace what I take and have tranquility as my breakfast
Shed
feel high post don't you play me close a dig 'em smack
A get you back and I'll hit with a dose of oaktown power
And charge you by the hour I'm shakin
underground massacre terror Seize the streets Feel my heat (WHOOO!) The N9ne amira Killa Got me goin Like Donald Owens The cannabis Got me deep like the abyss
Your clothes all torn and your face is dirty
Eighteen years old lookin' like you're thirty, ha ha ha ha ha ha
Yo listen, listen, Kid can we say,
Polish it all down till it replenish
Soon As I'm finished my pistol get jealous especially 357 me punish you
Buck at me bangin wit your magnum for
You
that n**** West Coast
That f***er that always with them New York n****s
Seen them with that n**** man that n**** ain't from the West Coast
Man f***
as
The kings of this shit
You're not David Bowie
All me hear is war talk
But when me buck dem up, dem nuh wan' talk
So me ah try think hard why dem wan' talk
at all the happy creatures dancing on the lawn.
A dinosaur Victrola list'ning to Buck Owens.
Do do do lookin out my back door
Tambourines and elephants
on me
Baby girl, these is not McQueens
These Rick Owens
Wait 'til my bitch daddy go to sleep
Hit a lick on him he soft
Back in the day my daddy took
Hyperventilation, you're talk of the town like date raping
Call me the Doc Caucasians spot, The Beatles
Malfunction in the S L board without the E Q
Fuck, fuck,
a semi-automatic
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Leave a suicide note,
Rather just be by myself
Canadian Goose with the Vancouver elk
I'm bugged out, got me tapped out
Two perc 10's and they good for my health
Ooh, I'm
the buck (the buck)
Praying that they're making the cut (the cut)
They'll sell you by the pound and keep you underground
While you're scratching
dig
Man we aint seen nothin
Yer girl wanna be with us
Na I heard she want a
Mud digger
We keep the mud by the pound
Our tires stay roarin
While
trouble with me, I'll show all three to you
I'm a redneck by the grace of God
I go fourwheelin' in the mud after midnight
Buck shot, buck wild, and butt
(Ayo Jug)
All black like I'm Batman
Shot me in the ribs
Ain't feel a thing I'm off a xan man
Keep the perky's by me, they my up's
when I'm down man
I
of me
Bad times got a monopoly
Give up, I did the opposite
Pitch perfect, did it properly
Owner killed by his property
This life'll stress you like
a pеrson, you shittin’ me?
Lookin’ at my bitch I can tell by her
Facе that I coulda bought a purse, fuck that
It coulda been worse, trust that
Think about
shit just as bonus
If you need a hit there's me and Owen bull just phone us
And if you need two ballers
There's me and Owen loan us
Ain't got no singing
never Duck Tuck or Buck
Come on and put your hands up
Get in line all them honeys who is stepping to time
Gotcha booties with ya dress on you're
fast
Make sure that you're straight and that you have a blast
I see you took your shot now let's all get buck wild in here
If you join me on the floor
I'm timeless, you're a curfew
Don't think 'cause you're curvy that I wouldn't curve you
Alright?
What's this feeling inside me?
Yeah yeah
Went through
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