Buckin' Em Down

Buckin' Em Down Lyrics

Song Buckin' Em Down
Artist LL Cool J
Album 14 Shots To The Dome
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作曲 : LL Cool J & QD3
作词 : QDIII, Smith
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
GRippin' 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
Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a
TechWith 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
SpiroAnd 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
zuo qu : LL Cool J QD3
zuo ci : QDIII, Smith
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
Ninetythree comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' niggas kicks with black pits, saber tooth, the truth, hacoot
Spit the juice and let the hotassleadloose
Let it fly, bettybye if you' re ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask
Keith Sweat why?
I make your
Benz seem obsolete
GRippin' 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 '
Texamase'
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
Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a
TechWith an extra magazine out the baggyass jeans
Wettin' up the block with mad
Tech shots
Drop the glock, puttin' crack heads in headlocks
Like a cheetah with my digbeaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckin' you down from my twoseater
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 headpullpuds
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 flowerass 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
Dumbdumbs are fine in a
SpiroAnd now you got more beef than a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip a scriptaslips
But that ain' t new shit, burnin' ya crib down
I' m frontin' personal, he' s hearin' how a nine sounds
Busyquizick, the disare is in fizz up his lilife, 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
zuò qǔ : LL Cool J QD3
zuò cí : QDIII, Smith
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
Ninetythree comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' niggas kicks with black pits, saber tooth, the truth, hacoot
Spit the juice and let the hotassleadloose
Let it fly, bettybye if you' re ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask
Keith Sweat why?
I make your
Benz seem obsolete
GRippin' 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 '
Texamase'
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
Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a
TechWith an extra magazine out the baggyass jeans
Wettin' up the block with mad
Tech shots
Drop the glock, puttin' crack heads in headlocks
Like a cheetah with my digbeaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckin' you down from my twoseater
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 headpullpuds
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 flowerass 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
Dumbdumbs are fine in a
SpiroAnd now you got more beef than a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip a scriptaslips
But that ain' t new shit, burnin' ya crib down
I' m frontin' personal, he' s hearin' how a nine sounds
Busyquizick, the disare is in fizz up his lilife, 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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