Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bucktown, artist - Smif-N-Wessun. Album song Dah Shinin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.05.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Nervous
Song language: English
Bucktown |
I walk around town with my pound strapped down to my side |
No frontin', just in case I gotta smoke some |
Around here headz don’t act their age |
Ya might be another dead boy on the front page |
Enter the cipher… withcha lighter |
El’s are ready, prepare to run another all nighter |
But keep watch for the cops cuz they rock glocks |
Comin’on the block tryin’to rock knots |
Pigs be actin’like they bigga than us niggaz from da streets |
cuz we stalk mad deep when they walk beats |
I guess they hold a grudge cuz I won’t budge |
Playin’tough, starin’down da judge with my hand’s cuffed |
Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, awww yeah |
Now I’m up outta here |
Pigs look me up and down with a frown |
Is it cuz I’m brown or is it niggaz I’m from Bucktown? |
BUCKTOWN!!! |
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clapperz! |
(x8) |
(Tek) |
Got five MC’s that wanna come test we Got ya noses hangin’ovea da trees |
Bring on your sounds kid, drown by my massive |
Kill your body boy and take your lover for hostage |
Knock knock, maybe not the fourshots empty |
On the violator that was sent out to get me |
I’m tore up from the floor up and everything’s black |
But still I’m on point ready to buck, ain’t nothin’sweet Jack |
Bucktown, I represent it on the love love |
Deeply rooted from my Timbs to by dick above |
Don’t sweat the buldge comin’from my hip |
Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool click |
Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark |
Heltah Skeltah smirks while you’re gettin’torn apart |
Here come the Rude Boys with the ganja plants |
Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot Camp |
BUCKTOWN!!! |
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clapperz! |
(7x) |
Home of the Originoo… |
Home of the Originoo… |
BUCKTOWN!!! |
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clapperz! |
(Tek) |
Another murderer, just another prankster |
Rude Boy dead 'cause he thought he was a gangsta |
Tried ta live da life of a hood from the streets |
Test da wrong dread, now I’m in eternal sleep |
Mr. Ripper I lurk in da Stuy |
Twist da ganja 'cause I want ta get high |
with my Breaddren, a boodah session |
learn ya lesson |
or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun |
(Steele) |
Bucktown’s everywhere I swear |
It’s clear to me You feel the weed, now I really see |
Night falls around the way |
Originoo heads come out to play |
Puff herb, break day |
It’s just a regular, everyday state of being I Mind holds the weight, rhymes free the mind in time |
I find reality follows me where I roam |
360 degrees back home in… |
BUCKTOWN!!! |
Home of the Originoo Gunn Clapperz! |
(8x) |