Songtexte Buck-Buck - Das EFX

Hit that off yo
Yo we're recording? Aight
Yo Dice! Hit me off son
Get this money, get the fuck up outta here
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Brooklyn in this motherfucker like this, what
Word up, Jersey
Jersey one time, you know what I mean
No Diggity
718
The books of reverse Krazy Drayz type thing
201
201 Boy
Dice on the set
You know what I mean
Yo, hit 'em up like this kid
One time for ya ma, yeah
Check it out

Yo, we'll give a buck buck (yeah)
And a buck buck (yeah)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air)
With a buck buck (yeah)
And a buck buck (yeah)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air)
With a buck buck (yeah)
And a buck buck (yeah)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air)
With a buck buck (yeah)
And a buck buck (yeah)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air)

Zing!
Back in the ring, yo it's the tag team
Champs are all rise for your honor
Spark your lies, sparkin' drama
Now I'm stronger, and I'm faster
Sicker than your plaster
I forgot more styles than most MC's can master
I'm (what) the wildest (what) freestylist (what)
Regardless
Beatin' me is like the Bills beatin' Dallas
Keep the shorts for the midgets
Dig it, I be the shit-it
And plus I like that ass up like the numerical digits
In my beeper
Plus we throwin' niggas in the (sleeper)
I'm dazin' ya like (ether)
More hoodies than the Grim Reaper
Be on your merry way, my style it ain't the everyday, it's better
I be sayin' shit that other niggas never say
Kickin' the flows that make your toes wanna tip
I used to be a wheel watcher 'til I got my whip
You see I walk with a (bop bop)
I talk with the (slop slop)
I'm hittin' ya like six pool balls in a (slop slop)
I can see you forfeit because I'm awesome
Quick to blow shit
Click click, now I'm on some quick draw McGraw shit
Porsche shit
Now Dice bring it back on the steel
I might forget the verse but smoke blunts after meals, Dice

Yo, we'll give a buck buck (yeah)
And a buck buck (yeah)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air)
With a buck buck (yeah)
And a buck buck (yeah)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air)
With a buck buck (yeah)
And a buck buck (yeah)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air)
With a buck buck (yeah)
And a buck buck (yeah)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air)

The "yo" to one is for my nuts
The "two" is for my penis
See I can rock this microphone, forget the fuckin' penis
Boy I mean this
You never seen this because you're corny
I'm sleepin' on your raps, I'm kickin' ass because you bore me
With that weak shit
I freak shit like I'm supposed to
Try to test my skills, word is bond I'm gonna roast ya
I do this, they be like "Who this?"
I'm quick to answer
Krazy fuckin' Drayz-y, on the mic I spread like cancer
So peep it, 'cause I'ma keep it straighter than an arrow
Fakers on my jock because I rock like the Camaro
Back to rip the tracks, so black you best to check the flow
Some niggas wanna copy but they sloppy like Joe
Yo, yo, yo, how I rip the shows on the nightly
Layin' niggas down, it ain't no motherfucker like me
Aight B
I'm likely in the mood so watch me wreck shit
Check shit, I be on some new improved next shit
I flex shit, like the way I flip it on an angle
You knows who I are, I'm a star like the Spangled
Banner plus the gamma
Got a ring for my knockers
If it ain't hip hop, well then it gotta be Cîroc
I'm nicer than you think so don't blink 'cause you're gonna lose me
And if you didn't know, word is bond my niggas juicy

Give a buck buck
And a buck buck (yeah)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air)
With a buck buck (yeah)
And a buck buck (yeah)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air)
With a buck buck (yeah)
And a buck buck (yeah)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air)
With a buck buck (yeah)
And a buck buck (yeah)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air)