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 ************t, it And plus i light that ass up like the numerical digits In my (beeper), cos we're throwin ******s 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 ************t that other ******s 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 ****** in a slot (slot slot) It's the abortion, son i'm launchin, quick to floor ************t Click-click now i'm on some quick draw mcgraw ************t For ************t, 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 ************ (************) You see i can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to ****** 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 ************t, i freak ************t like i'm suppose ta (yeah) Try to test my skills, word is bond (mother******), i'm gonna roast ya (yeah) I do this, they be like "who dis?" (who dis?), i break the answer (answer) Krazy ****** drayzie on the mic (yeah), i spread like (cancer) So peep it (yeah) cos i'ma keep it straighter than an arrow ******s 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 ******s wanna copy but they're soppy like joe (yo) joe (yo) How i rip the shows on the mic (nightly) Tell y'all ******s now there ain't a mother****** like me! (ya hype be), i'm slightly in the mood so watch me wreck ************t (yeah) Check ************t, i be on some new improved (neck ************t) I flex ************t, 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 ****** 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*
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 ************t, it And plus i light that ass up like the numerical digits In my (beeper), cos we're throwin ******s 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 ************t that other ******s 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 ****** in a slot (slot slot) It's the abortion, son i'm launchin, quick to floor ************t Click-click now i'm on some quick draw mcgraw ************t For ************t, 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 ************ (************) You see i can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to ****** 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 ************t, i freak ************t like i'm suppose ta (yeah) Try to test my skills, word is bond (mother******), i'm gonna roast ya (yeah) I do this, they be like "who dis?" (who dis?), i break the answer (answer) Krazy ****** drayzie on the mic (yeah), i spread like (cancer) So peep it (yeah) cos i'ma keep it straighter than an arrow ******s 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 ******s wanna copy but they're soppy like joe (yo) joe (yo) How i rip the shows on the mic (nightly) Tell y'all ******s now there ain't a mother****** like me! (ya hype be), i'm slightly in the mood so watch me wreck ************t (yeah) Check ************t, i be on some new improved (neck ************t) I flex ************t, 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 ****** 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*
