Lyrics:
Buck Owens)
I've got a tiger by the tail it's plain to see
I won't be much when you get through with me
Well, I'm losing weight and turning mighty pale
bucks, ooh, yeah
(yeah) gucci on the slippers
(yeah) , diamonds never tucked, ooh, yeah
Rick Owen, uh, all designer stuff (Stuff)
Come fuck with us
(yeah)
Buck Owens & Susan Raye
I was looking back to see if you were looking back to see
If I was looking back to see if you were looking back at me
You
Pop
I'm Not And Artist, Buck Is A Street Pharmast
One Of The Smartest, That Gon' Get Money Regardless
Young Buck:
Why?
These Niggas Want Me Dead
the police
Strap it went buck buck buck buck
Booyaka shot buck buck buck buck
Booyaka shot
Dirt on her heels wind on her back
Laughter silenced by the drone
On Top
But Understand If You Start It, I'm Gon' Pop
I'm Not And Artist, Buck Is A Street Pharmast
One Of The Smartest, That Gon' Get Money Regardless
, it's a family affair
Candy paint, sweetsa dank, it's a family affair
[Bun B]
Go down to Texas, represented by long lines and G's
Where niggas'll
position so get back to where you came here from
I'm serious, my flow is sure to leave you in delirium
Delirious, delicious rhymes, so thank me if you're
you by the hand just inside the pearly gates.
(Buck Owens & Rose Maddox)
Chorus:
Will there be sweethearts in heaven
After we cross the line
If
Ha, I Know What The Streets Want
All The DJ's Too
Haha, I Told You Nigga's Id Be Back
It's Young Buck
I'm Back Reincarnated Bitches (Let's Go)
Yes
Buck Owens & Wayne Wilson
(Buck Owens - Don Rich)
Leave me a lock of your golden hair
Leave me a memory that we once shared
Leave me a twinkle in
Surrounded by my real niggas
They cock back, they see
Caps, they peal quicker, real killers
Real business, it's never personal, Jack
Remember that fuck up my
on these suckers who got anna
Because I won't produce them a track
So I react by puttin' a bullet in they back
These niggas got problems, let it be known
Ho
My Wrestlemania XIV VHS broke
And so did my heart
The entire thing is a mess man
It's falling apart
How am I gonna rewatch Triple H versus Owen Hart
the neon streets
In the retro beats, our hearts find their beats
Synthwave dreams, in a cybernetic haze
Chasing echoes of the '80s, in this neon maze
Drive
[Donald D]
In the street, blood is spilled
My sniper skills make me lethal and ill
{*buck buck buck*} the fat lady sang
From the ceiling I watch your
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
Buck
Kay wanted me to be one of the
Buck because I been a buck
Back when a pack of Newports was a buck
I was a young buck on the corner of Monarch
Kids
hated
All the real muthafuckaz in the hood got my back and they glad that I finally made it
Life is hard for a thug in the streets though, all I see is
muthafuckers
Ayo, Biggie, put your hands up
Now, I can make it happen
My rappin' is similar to mothafuckas when they scrappin'
Blast and watch 'em back up
blasted off and busted out those songs by Buck and Merle
Porter, Jerry, Chet, and Dolly rode that rocket ship with Charlie
Folks from Bakersfield to Raleigh
hands up in the air!
It's a middle finger affair, yeah
(That's right, bitch, fuck 'em all)
I do my dirt all by my lonely
Don't need no phony homie to call
Don't let this street life get ya down
Don't let this street life run you around
Don't let this street life get ya down
Don't let this street life
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
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