Ll Cool J - Buckin' Em Down Lyrics

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Yeah man the flavor flavor

Yeah ah yeah who we doing?

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit

Packin' niggas kicks with black pits saber tooth the truth ha-coot

Spit the juice and let the hot-ass-lead-loose

Let it fly betty-bye if you're ready to die

Kickin' your ass and you can ask keith sweat why?

I make your benz seem obsolete g

Rippin' your ass discretely if you meet me

Puttin' bullets holes in tents no fingerprints

You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence

Another young black man just caught a case

Not from 'texa-mase'

From gettin' funky like a staircase

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

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Yeah what a scene pullin' a tech

With an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans

Wettin' up the block with mad tech shots

Drop the glock puttin' crack heads in headlocks

Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters

Ten millimeter buck buckin' you down from my two-seater

Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here

Killin' bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier

Glock full of guts steady buckin' butts

Lettin' moonlight in your head-pull-puds

Def jam in your ass for the jams

You've got posse but are you nice with your hands?

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the

Shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the

Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the

Shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the

Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the

Shakin' them up and the pickin' them up

Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the

Shakin' them up and the pick

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Draggin' your flower-ass rappers outta clubs

Thinkin' it pay too much wet 'em like a dove

But in the slang in the speech in the style

Connect can never be ripped by a suburban child

Gun smoke bananza on the block yeah

When all the shit was dead coulda did a bid

Conferring emcee scramble dismantle

Never gamble and try to handle a vandal

You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads

Tryin' to front like you're packin' lead

Dumb-dumbs are fine in a spiro

And now you got more beef than a jiro

Peep the ballistic kick slick quick flip a script-a-slips

But that ain't new shit burnin' ya crib down

I'm frontin' personal he's hearin' how a nine sounds

Busy-quizick the disare is in fizz up his li-life the visits was borin'

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

Buck buckin' em down buck buckin' em down

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