Lyrics:
buck-loody
Looking for the nigga who want to cut me
'Cause the nigga gets so funky
Fool I'm the one
From
The big bad Cypress Hill clica
Number one son
buck-loody
Looking for the nigga who want to cut me
'Cause the nigga gets so funky
Fool I'm the one
From
The big bad Cypress Hill clica
Number one son
Go[00:02.69]Go[00:06.37]Aye, man, it's clo (on foenem)[00:08.80](Nah, y'all know I'm comin')[00:11.15](Onb, yea in finna slide)[00:14.58]Got that
sayin I'm Je-sus, the holy buck, with a halo
Just an urbanite riding the train till I hit paydirt
Smoke bones that's in a CoFlow tracks and like max
mama need it
My uncle stood by the store servin' fiends
Zack in his pocket and everyone know
His pole in his jeans
Bitch, I'm number one, it ain't no top
got my friend depression by my side.
We hold the mic together, really fucking tight,
But when we gonna fight, it goes something like:
Be like him, be
problems
Fade away
And that ain't ever
Gonna change
I guess I'm stuck up
In my ways
Oh
Living life
At the bottom of a bottle
An I'ma stay right here
Till I
apartments overlook the traffic lights next to the rails it's a hot day, it's a, it's a hot day a lazy day for some but I'm bringing from the inside all these
I'll fight for my life I'm bulletproof
I'm wastin' my time by tryna prove
That I'm gonna buy my worth from you
Just let me flow I don't care bout a title
in the car you like to dance an go sing
By 26 you wanna become a mama (Become a mama)
By 27 ima become a papa
An there ain't gonna be nothin that stops
Milwaukee cuz I got them bucks (Yeah yeah baby lets go)
But yo bitch just tryna fuck with me cuz I am on top (Baby lets go)
I'm boutta get all these racks lil
day
And as things went by
Bro I wanted to stay
My heart told me that im gonna get played
But I loved that girl so I just paid
People asked if I was okay
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
Cream is what I'm lickin' from my side bitch's butt cheeks
Keep the lips on the tip, 2 bucks and let you peep
Black sheep of a society that keeps
There's a freight train comin'
Gonna hop it when it comes round the bend
There's a freight train comin'
Blow the whistle so I know right when
There's
by me, I want a lil' face
Think about it, I don't want relations with the lil' skank
Not Tay-K but I'm on the race
Big desert eagle, keep it on my
alone
Hoping no one's gonna hit my phone
I'm so hungry shit I'm 'bout to blow
I said sorry I need to smoke
I don't ever get high no
I don't really get
Hey
Hey
To the music
Buck
To the music
Lego
You gonna have a hell of a day
Some time
Don't let a sad song serenade
Your mind
Got to escape, get away
I'm Bruce Wayne, I'm too trained
There ain't no way to reduce pain, when I throw blows
If I ain't hot, God damn, I don't know
Say something now Mr.
Like ya just get cocked,
By them head got track,
Hit you with a gallaba treat like a virgin that wanna hit ya cherry mama,
I prefer tha white meat
the blow
And if he buck, I left his ass on the floor (boom)
Nah, I ain't no rookie, yeah, that's for sure (huh?)
Check the charts, I'm top five
night monopoly
Four 380's in the prophecy, the bigger I got
Handle be I, smoke a see-I, snuff a see-O
Can't You See, I'm the total, vocals is low
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
That's how the shit go
I'm outta my mind
Running a line
That you can't even tiptoe
Poetry in motion
MidCoastin
Dead Poets gonna bring a few ghosts in
So
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