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| Das Efx Hold It Down Buck-buck Skoob and dray giving shoutouts* Chorus: Well give a buck-buck (here) And a buck-buck (there) From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands (in the air) *repeat x3* Verse 1: skoob Ding! back in the ring yo it's the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah) So all rise for the honours balk, your lies mark your drum Now i'm stronger and i'm faster, thicker than your pasta I got more styles than most mc's can master I'm (what?) d-wilin, (what?) three stylin (what what??) regardless Beatin me is like the bills beatin dallas Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! i be the shit, it And plus i light that ass up like the numerical digits In my (beeper), cos we're throwin niggas in the (sleeper) I'm dazin you like (etha), more hoodies than the (grim reaper) Be on you everywhere, my style it ain't the everyday It's better, we're sayin shit that other niggas never say (kid) Cookin the flows (what?) to make your toes wanna tip (tip) I used to be a wheel watcher til i got my whip (whip) You see i walk with a (bop bop), i talk with the (slop slop) Man, you like six bull balls in a slot (slot slot) It's the abortion, son i'm launchin, quick to floor shit Click-click now i'm on some quick draw mcgraw shit For shit, now dice bring it back on the seal Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah) Chrous: So get the buck-buck (here) And the buck-buck (there) From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands in the (air air) With a buck-buck (here here) And a buck-buck (buck here) From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands (in the air) With a buck-buck (here) And a buck-buck (there there) From the front to the (yeah rear) Throw your hands (in the air) With a buck-buck (here here) And a buck-buck (there there give em) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (from the rear, throw your hands in the air, yeah) Verse 2: dray Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my penis (penis) You see i can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to fuckin venus Boy, i mean this, you've never seen this because you're corny (corny) I'm sleepin on ya raps, i'm drinkin (yeah) nass because you're foamy Wit that weak shit, i freak shit like i'm suppose ta (yeah) Try to test my skills, word is bond (motherfucker), i'm gonna roast ya (yeah) I do this, they be like "who dis?" (who dis?), i break the answer (answer) Krazy fuckin drayzie on the mic (yeah), i spread like (cancer) So peep it (yeah) cos i'ma keep it straighter than an arrow Niggas on my jive (why?) because i rock like a camaro Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow (flow) Some niggas wanna copy but they're soppy like joe (yo) joe (yo) How i rip the shows on the mic (nightly) Tell y'all niggas now there ain't a motherfucker like me! (ya hype be), i'm slightly in the mood so watch me wreck shit (yeah) Check shit, i be on some new improved (neck shit) I flex shit, that's the way i flip it on a angle You knows who i are, wear my star like the spangled Banner, bust the grammar but i bring forth my knockers If it ain't hip-hop (aiyyo) Well then it gotta be some rockin (bow! bow! bow!) I'm risin in your ???? and corn flakes, you're gonna lose me (lose me) And if ya didn't know, one more here (this is why my nigga choose me) Chorus: So give a buck-buck And a buck-buck there From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands (in the air) With a buck-buck (here) And a buck-buck (there) From the front to the (rear) Throw your hands in the air *repeat to fade* |
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