Lyrics:
These niggas pop alot of shit
Bad lil bitch want to fuck
She want to suck a lot of dick
Because the bucks I stack it up let it pile by the by the by
power, I made you buck-wild
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's
Homicide buck niggas get the buck with pelets
Insecticide
Johnny 5 take it worldwide
As long as I pledge aligence to the Dark Side
I'll never
power, I made you buck-wild
Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised
Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides
Besides me, it's
designed to render funkable
Ideas brought to you by the makers of Mr. Prolong
Better known as Urge Overkill
The pimping of the Pleasure Principle
Oh,
that shit
Now get crunk (get crunk) get buck (get buck)
Throw your motherfucking middle finger up (throw it up)
Now get crunk (get crunk) get buck
the crotch (crotch)
And we don't give a fuck (fuck) like you don't give a fuck (fuck)
Them hammers'll buck (buck), ashes ashes dust dust
Death toll addin'
where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck
You know i never did understand why they
Always told me to smile s
It ain't too much s I gave a smile for
Real talk yo still a ahole by nature
Peep
Throw your set in the air even if you bang or not
Trae
Trae
T T fucking K bitch
Clips on clips I'll never not stay strapped
Chain in the air and a lighter
where the men go
We snatched him by his hands and feet and threw him out the window
Up, up, and away cause I don't play, clown
Buck, buck, buck
a dead man
Pour wock by the 3, nigga, I'm a dead man
No I'm not from the clan, need my blue bucks man
She's a square til' I get it out her butt man
[Gunshot]
(Chorus)
[Bizzy Bone]
I'm lil' ripsta, im...
[Krayzie Bone]
Leather face comin' to kill them at night
[Bizzy]
Die Die Die
[Krayzie]
so we buck
On the real, it's going down
Fucking with us, you'll be laying it down
[Trae]
I'm finna to make you feel my wrath
Fucking guerilla niggaz, living
wrote this song, to let you know I'm down
I know you know I'm down, I know you know I'll ride for you
[Trae]
I just thought that I'd clear my mind,
I'm saying
Trae, Mya huh we bout to set
It off round this motherfucker
Bout time they make way for another guerilla
These other niggas ain't the truth
La experiencia prima
Son las trampas que nos dá la vida
Y como las vamos sorteando
Una tras otra
One by one
One by one by one by one
One by one
One
Yeah, boy
Dem better ring the alarm, boy
Dem know what's coming, boy
Buck, buck, buck
Haha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh my God, fuckin'
this shit by my own, by my own, by my
I'm ready to get high
I've been doing this shit by my own, by my own, by my
I'm ready to get high
I've been
get beat niggaz (yeah)
Now who out there wanna fuck around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-fifty
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We
the motherfuckin G
to the E to the T to the O, you know the spellin ho
I had to come up strong to get where I'm at
Moved by myself, I had nobody to watch my back
Mmmmm
Guns pop like mollies in this bitch
You don't duck I lift it up
I'm dropping bodies in this bitch
Feeling tough knuck if you buck
Boy all my
Aye
They ain't give me no love
Aye
Same niggas by my side we don't change lanes
I been on my own grind try'na maintain
How you claiming every set but
Bad bitch big butt she gone shake it for us
Strip club big bucks and we throwing it up
Activis in my cup and we pouring it up
Californication come
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