Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buck 'Em Down, artist - Black Moon. Album song Nervous Hip Hop, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.06.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nervous
Song language: English
Buck 'Em Down |
Artist: Black Moon |
Intro: Buckshot Shorty |
Aheh yeah… yeah whattup? |
Welcome to flight Black Moon, we about to take you on a journey |
Yeah… brothers lookin mad fine everything’s lookin smooth |
I’m your captain Buckshot, my co-pilot is DJ Evil Dee |
We have S-W-N-D on deck |
We about to take you about 31,000 feet into the air |
We’ll be cruising at a smooth altitude so |
Just buckle up, enjoy your flight |
Verse One: Buckshot Shorty |
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life |
Each and every individual in sight |
Let my man Dru peep your style for your card |
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the God |
Aiyyo God hit them brothers with a verse real quick |
And show em how you represent the Boot Camp Clik |
You know what they say about brothaz who screwface |
Upstate your knee be gettin laced, word life |
I ain’t gonna bull, ask my man Buff |
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff |
Kid it’s hot, word to Ma Duke |
And get the loot from the man at night from my Timberland |
Buck with the Shot that I bang with hang with |
Gang hanger with the double-edged banger |
Boot Camp Clik’s breakin your laws |
If you fake we gon bust a cap, matter fact, break your jaws |
I’mma bring it to your chest like wind |
Then fill your lungs up with all the bull you had within |
But I’mma put it back so parlay |
To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday |
Chorus: Buckshot and DJ Evil Dee |
Buck em down! |
(Wind parade) |
Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down |
Buck em down! |
(Wind parade) |
Buck em down, buck em down… |
Buck em down! |
(Wind parade) |
Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down |
Buck em down! |
(Wind parade) |
Buck em down, buck em down… |
Verse Two: Buckshot Shorty |
Yeah they tell me chill when I kick it |
Although lyrics is wicked, it’s all about the L’s and how I lick it |
Or how I shot somebody in the mug |
With the slug leavin white chalk all on over pitch black rug |
You couldn’t tell me other word to mother |
When I was fifteen runnin around I was a real street lover |
On the corner out shootin the dice |
Layin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist |
GQ headin up to one-two-five |
Push up on a shorty lookin live on the prize |
I couldn’t get the time of day when I was Little K |
Now you call me Buck so your lips wanna puck? |
Buck to your head, I know your X amount of thoughts |
But they call me Buckshot, cause I take no shorts |
Word to the shell around my chest |
Big up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deck |
So if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastard |
Or I’mma hit em up with the plastic |
Verse Three: Buckshot Shorty |
When I was in school I was the mack |
Buck was strapped with a lyrical contact |
Knapsack, filled with the gear that I G’d |
And a nickel bag of *inhale sound*, yes indeed |
A mad little brotha runnin up on em all |
Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall |
And all the older people sayin Shorty’s a bad-ass |
But youse a smart little brotha so you gonna last |
They knew the time, they knew the rhyme woulda |
Hit you in at least four years, so I came to split ya |
In the nine-four it’s all about the war |
Ninety-give ninety-six Boot Camp Clik is takin over |
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn’t wait |
To get all my brothaz and do shows from state to state |
Now I’m the original head givin instructions |
Thumpin with them brothaz Beatminerz on productions |
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A |
Where the weak, get they s--- ass played |
Outro: Buckshot Shorty |
Yeah, I like this |
Ya know, this is hittin |
To the lab, down in Bucktown, hah |
I hope you enjoyed your flight |
With Black Moon, word |
This is how we do on the regular |
And umm, please come again |
Word, we out |
(Wind parade) |