Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bucktown , by - Smif-N-Wessun. Song from the album Dah Shinin', in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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) |