[Intro: LL Cool J]
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Yeah, man the flavour, flavour
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YEEEAAAHHH...!!!
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Ah yeah, who we doing?
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[Chorus: LL Cool J]
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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[LL Cool J]
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Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit
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Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits
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Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice
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and let the hot-ass-lead-loose [gun shots]
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Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die
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Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why
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I make your Benz seem obsolete G
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Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me
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Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints
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You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
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Another young black man just caught a case
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Not from ?texa-mase?, from gettin' funky like a staircase
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[Chorus: LL Cool J]
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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[LL Cool J]
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Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Tech
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with an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
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Wettin' up the block with mad Tech shots
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Drop the glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocks
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Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters
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Ten millimeter, buck, buckn' you down from my two-seater
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Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here
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Killin' bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier
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Glock full of guts, steady buckin' butts
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Lettin' moonlight in your head-pull-puds
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Def Jam in your ass for the jams
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You've got posse, but are you nice with your hands?
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[Chorus: LL Cool J]
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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[LL Cool J]
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Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
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shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the
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biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
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shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the
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biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
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shakin' them up and the pickin' them up
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biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
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shakin' them up and the pick...
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[Chorus: LL Cool J]
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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[LL Cool J]
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Draggin' you flower-ass rappers outta clubs
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Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
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But in the slang, in the speech, in the style
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Connect, can never be ripped by a surburban child
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Gun smoke, bananza on the block yeah
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When all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
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Conferring emcee scramble, dismantle
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Never gamble and try to handle a vandal
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You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
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Tryin' to front like you're packin' lead
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Dumb-dumbs are fine in a spiro
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And now you got more beef than a jiro
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Peep the balistic, kick, slick, quick
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flip a script-a-slips, but that ain't new shit
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Burnin' ya crib doooowwwwnnnn...!!!
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I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a nine sounds
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Busy-quizick, the ?disare? is in
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Fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin'
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[Chorus: LL Cool J]
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down...
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Buckin' 'Em Down
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| L.L. Cool J |
