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