Lyrics:
run up in ya resident
Say hello to the baddest bitch ya ever met
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck
Sawed-off followed by the Mossberg Pump
When I
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
Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner
Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!
Mind your motherfuckin' business, ain't nothin' you gotta see (buck, buck, buck
It's ya boy, David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring the gangsta walk back
Memphis, Mississipi, everybody from the South
Let's walk!
Gon' gangsta walk,
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
up Panda Express
Gimme that plate, orange chicken, boneless
Go back to the crib, and see what's on TV
Fuck the playoffs, we gonna lose money
Getting
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)
them, lucky fuck
You gon hear the sound of my, buck, buck, buck
Leave you, killing like my, you them, lucky fuck
Ain't no love, got my gloves, looking
a strong pack like a buff nigga Stack them bucks up to the ceilin
I'm in this all black like a villain
I hope you call back one day
I got your love tucked, I
neighborhood
A buck 50 for a buck 50 any way we could
Nike Roshe'ing to the payment for a Meagan Goode
And pulling Mach 5's just the way we should
Way we
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
hoe (get buck)
Buck, buck, buck, here I come, Mr. Memphis Massacre (get buck)
I'm back and don't give a fuck
Come play with Duke Deucifer
Back
Everybody in the joint
If you’re looking on point
Lemme see your hands up
Get buck with it
Everybody in the place
Taking shots to the face
Lemme see
Play That Shit
Young Buck:
G-Unit Do Ya' Thang
Young Buck:
You See These Niggas Get Out The Pen, And Think It's Good
Go Get A Pack, And Come Right
to snap
Way back, way back, I lend a couple bucks for you
To say that, say that, you will never pay back
Never trust a mothafucker who don't give a dollar
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
[Young Buck:]
You See These Niggas Get Out The Pen, And Think It's Good
Go Get A Pack, And Come Right Back, To The Same Hood
They Think These Young
It's ya boy David Banner
I'ma see if I can bring tha Gangsta Walk back
Memphis, Mississipi, Everybody from tha South
Lets Rawl! (roll)
Gon'
laughter, you's a bitch ass
Certified Kappa, back up or you get smacked up
Used to be broke, now I'm back up
Bitch I see you hiding, ain't no running Jesse
emotions
Niggas big cap in they rap
We pushing shit back
Gone catch em like we Terrell Owens
I'm a big dog give a fuck bout what he know
Vv's dancing
Niggas big cap in they rap
We pushing shit back
Gone catch em like we Terrell Owens
I'm a big dog give a fuck bout what he know
Vv's dancing on a nigga
wanna bark
Specialized by Firing Squad, the underdogs, c'mon
How many niggas plan to ride wit us?
(Ride wit us)
How many niggas came to die wit us?
(Die
disappear
Pass me another I just wanna see clear
Give me a line I don’t want a fucking beer
I just want a feel even if it’s pain
Pop another pill looking
sorts of Energies I will attract
Frenemies, enemies, evil and wack
I’m in no hurry to bury you why are worried
I see that you keep looking back
I took
Discuss these looking back to see by buck owens Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In