Paroles Buck em down (da beatminerz remix) Black Moon

Buck em down (da beatminerz remix)

Intro: Buckshot Shorty Aheh yeah... yeah whattup?
Welcome to flight Black Moon, we about to take you on a journey
Yeah... brothers lookin mad fine everything's lookin smoothI'm your captain Buckshot, my co-pilot is DJ Evil DeeWe have S-W-N-D on deck
We about to take you about 31,000 feet into the airWe'll be cruising at a smooth altitude sojust buckle up, enjoy your flight Verse One: Buckshot Shorty To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every individual in sight
Let my man Jewel peep your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a look at the GodAiyyo God hit them brothers with a verse real quick
And show em how you represent the Boot Camp ClikYou know what they say about brothaz who screwface
Upstate your knee be gettin laced, word life
I ain't gonna bull, ask my man BuffOn the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff
Kid it's hot, word to Ma Dukeand get the loot from the man at night from my TimberlandBuck with the Shot that I bang with hang withgang hanger with the double-edged banger
Boot Camp Clik's breakin your laws
If you fake we gon bust a cap, matter fact, break your jawsI'ma bring it to your chest like wind
Then fill your lungs up with all the bull you had within
But I'ma put it back so parlay
To the weak in Bucktown all we do everyday Chorus: Buckshot and DJ Evil Dee Buck em down!! (Wind parade) Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down
Buck em down!! (Wind parade) Buck em down, buck em down...
Buck em down!! (Wind parade) Buck em down, buck em down, buck em down
Buck em down!! (Wind parade) Buck em down, buck em down... Verse Two: Buckshot Shorty Yeah they tell me chill when I kick it
Although lyrics is wicked, it's all about the L's and how I lick it
Or how I shot somebody in the mugwith the slug leavin white chalk all on over pitch black rug
You couldn't tell me other word to mother
When I was fifteen runnin around I was a real street lover
On the corner out shootin the dice
Layin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heistG
Q headin up to one-two-five
Push up on a shorty lookin live on the prize
I couldn't get the time of day when I was Little KNow you call me Buck so your lips wanna puck?
Buck to your head, I know your X amount of thoughts
But they call me Buckshot, cause I take no shorts
Word to the shell around my chest
Big up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deck
So if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastard
Or I'ma hit em up with the plastic Chorus Verse Three: Buckshot Shorty When I was in school I was the mack
Buck was strapped with a lyrical contactknapsack, filled with the gear that I G'dand a nickel bag of *inhale sound*, yes indeed
A mad little brotha runnin up on em all
Fly as hell, hit the park play the wall
And all the older people sayin Shorty's a bad-assbut youse a smart little brotha so you gonna last
They knew the time, they knew the rhyme wouldahit you in at least four years, so I came to split ya
In the nine-four it's all about the war
Ninety-give ninety-six Boot Camp Clik is takin over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't wait
To get all my brothaz and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the original head givin instructions
Thumpin with them brothaz Beatminerz on productions
Welcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.Where the weak, get they s--- ass played Chorus Outro: Buckshot Shorty Yeah, I like this
Ya know, this is hittinto the lab, down in Bucktown, hah
I hope you enjoyed your flightwith Black Moon, word
This is how we do on the regular
And umm, please come again
Word, we out (Wind parade)