Buck Buck lyrics

Artist  : Das Efx 
Song : Buck Buck



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*Skoob and Dray giving
shoutouts*
Chorus:
Well give a buck buck
(here)
and a buck buck (there)
From the
front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the
air)
*repeat x3*
Verse 1: Skoob
Ding!
Back in the ring yo it's the tag team jams (yeah
yeah yeah)
So all rise for the honours balk
your lies mark your drum
Now I'm stronger and
I'm faster thicker than your pasta
I got more
styles than most MC's can master
I'm (what?)
D-wilin, (what?) three stylin (what what??)
regardless
Beatin me is like the Bills beatin
Dallas
Keep them shorts fro the midgets,
there! I be the shit, it
and plus I light that
ass up like the numerical digits
in my
(beeper), cos we're throwin niggas in the
(sleeper)
I'm dazin you like (etha), more
hoodies than the (Grim Reaper)
Be on you
everywhere, my style it ain't the
everyday
It's better, we're sayin shit that
other niggas never say (kid)
Cookin the flows
(what?) to make your toes wanna tip (tip)
I
used to be a wheel watcher til I got my whip
(whip)
You see I walk with a (bop bop), I talk
with the (slop slop)
Man, you like six bull
balls in a slot (slot slot)
It's the abortion,
son I'm launchin, quick to floor
shit
Click-click now I'm on some Quick Draw
McGraw shit
For shit, now Dice bring it back
on the seal
Alright we get the busters, smoke
blunts out the mill (yeah)
Chrous:
So get
the buck-buck (here)
and the buck-buck
(there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw
your hands in the (air air)
With a buck-buck
(here here)
and a buck-buck (buck
here)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw
your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck
(here)
and a buck-buck (there there)
From
the front to the (yeah rear)
Throw your hands
(in the air)
With a buck-buck (here
here)
and a buck-buck (there there give
em)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (From the rear,
throw your hands in the air,
yeah)
Verse 2:
Dray
Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the
two is for my penis (penis)
You see I can rock
this microphone (yeah) from here to fuckin
Venus
Boy, I mean this, you've never seen this
because you're corny (corny)
I'm sleepin on ya
raps, I'm drinkin (yeah) nass because you're
foamy
wit that weak shit, I freak shit like
I'm suppose ta (yeah)
Try to test my skills,
word is bond (motherfucker), I'm gonna roast
ya
(yeah)
I do this, they be like "Who
dis?" (who dis?), I break the
answer
(answer)
Krazy fuckin Drayzie on the
mic (yeah), I spread like (cancer)
So peep it
(yeah) cos I'ma keep it straighter than an
arrow
Niggas on my jive (why?) because I rock
like a Camaro
Back to rip the tribes so pack
your vest, so check the flow (flow)
Some
niggas wanna copy but they're soppy like Joe (yo)
Joe (yo)
How I rip the shows on the mic
(nightly)
Tell y'all niggas now there ain't a
motherfucker like me!
(Ya hype be), I'm
slightly in the mood so watch me wreck shit
(yeah)
Check shit, I be on some new improved
(neck shit)
I flex shit, that's the way I flip
it on a angle
You knows who I are, wear my star
like the spangled
banner, bust the grammar but
I bring forth my knockers
If it ain't hip-hop
(aiyyo)
well then it gotta be some rockin
(BOW! BOW! BOW!)
I'm risin in your ???? and
corn flakes, you're gonna lose me (lose
me)
And if ya didn't know, one more here (This
is why my nigga choose me)
Chorus:
So give a
buck-buck
and a buck-buck there
From the
front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the
air)
With a buck-buck (here)
and a
buck-buck (there)
From the front to the
(rear)
Throw your hands in the air
*repeat
to fade*