
Date of issue: 08.05.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Red Rum
Song language: English
We Buck Up N Dis |
I’m at the club thugged out, Tommy from head to toe |
Smokin' on that green leaf, mackin' me hoe |
Hangin' in the door, had to decide I’m real thuggish |
Niggas be hatin' that shit cause they bitches, they love us |
I’m grilled up across the top, representin' the South |
Where ya quick to get broke off if ya runnin' ya mouth |
It ain’t no doubt about these killers, if ya call em' they comin' |
Gun shots at all the hot spots keep niggas runnin' |
I’m at the bar gettin' fucked up, sippin' on me some Hen |
Tryin' to mack to this bitch with this dyke ass friend |
I told that dyke ho «Why don’t you carry yo punk ass on» |
That bitch decided to say something smart and I knew it was on |
I swat the ho out, the punk must have thought she was pimpin' |
Here ths bitch come again with about seven, eight niggas |
I told these tricks «I'm outside if you comin' with anna» |
I poped the trunk and lit that bitch up like «The Star-Spangled Banner» |
Cause see we buck up in this bitch |
Fixin' to tear up some shit |
Better call 5−0 if you wanna survive ho |
Shit, it ain’t no stoppin' once the units get poppin' |
Spit rounds, into the ground is where them bodies be droppin' |
I’m on the strip ridin' clean on a Saturday night |
Street lights got me flickin' plus I keep my shit tight |
Black Magic sprayed on the tires, my Vogues like jewels now |
Drivin' them hoes crazy, they wanna come to me now |
I’m by myself, ridin' solo with that yok in my lap |
In this town you got niggas that jack for shit and get snapped |
You can tell when you see em' they be more ready to scuffle |
Tail lights out, no tags and they missin' a muffler |
I drop the top and I’m lookin' in my rear-view mirror |
I seen some niggas look like jackers comin' up from the rear |
I put that yok in my back, I knew they wouldn’t get far |
One nigga met up with that unit and told me get out the car |
I acted scared, put my hands up and I got out the ride |
I waited good until his trick ass nigga got up inside |
He tried to pull out, I bucked his ass twice in the head |
Shot up they clicked and peeped em' twice to make sure they was dead |
I’m in the park with my niggas smokin' on Optimos |
Drinkin' Moet, trippin' off these broke ass hoes |
These suckers puttin' on a show tryin' to impress these bitches |
Drivin' all outta control, bouncin' like they got switches |
If they hit my shit, I’ma rip a hole in they ass |
They let excitement from speedin' take control of they ass |
Just as I said it, some nigga ran into me with his Chevy |
I grabbed that fuckin' yok and told them bitches get ready |
I jumped out and didn’t ask questions |
All you see was that fire jumpin' out that Smith-N-Wesson |
I blowed his ass off and now it’s time to bounce from the scene |
Before I smashed off I hit another blunt from that green |
I started smokin' like ain’t nothin' happen |
One thing about it, if it’s drama then I’m cappin' |
Don’t play no games, if you do you might get sprayed quick |
Fuckin' aroun and I’m down with this gangsta shit |
Get cho' wig split |
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