Buckin' 'Em Down - LL Cool J

[Intro: LL Cool J]
Yeah, man the flavour, flavour
YEEEAAAHHH...!!!
Ah yeah, who we doing?

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

[LL Cool J]
Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits
Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice
and let the hot-ass-lead-loose [gun shots]
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why
I make your Benz seem obsolete G
Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me
Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints
You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
Another young black man just caught a case
Not from ?texa-mase?, from gettin' funky like a staircase

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

[LL Cool J]
Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Tech
with an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the block with mad Tech shots
Drop the glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocks
Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckn' you down from my two-seater
Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here
Killin' bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady buckin' butts
Lettin' moonlight in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the jams
You've got posse, but are you nice with your hands?

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

[LL Cool J]
Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the
biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the
biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
shakin' them up and the pickin' them up
biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
shakin' them up and the pick...

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

[LL Cool J]
Draggin' you flower-ass rappers outta clubs
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the style
Connect, can never be ripped by a surburban child
Gun smoke, bananza on the block yeah
When all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring emcee scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to handle a vandal
You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like you're packin' lead
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a spiro
And now you got more beef than a jiro
Peep the balistic, kick, slick, quick
flip a script-a-slips, but that ain't new shit
Burnin' ya crib doooowwwwnnnn...!!!
I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a nine sounds
Busy-quizick, the ?disare? is in
Fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin'

[Chorus: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down...

[Intro: LL Cool J]
Ouais, mec la saveur, la saveur
YEEEAAAHHH ... !!!
Ah ouais, qui faisons-nous?

[Refrain: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down. buck, buckin 'em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down

[LL Cool J]
Quatre-vingt-treize comin 'off avec les films et la merde rugueuse
Packin 'nigga's kicks with black pits
Dent de sabre, la vérité, ha-coot! cracher le jus
et laissez le chaud-cul-plomb-lâche [coups de feu]
Laisse-le voler, au revoir si tu es prêt à mourir
Kickin 'your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why
Je fais paraître votre Benz obsolète G
Rippin 'ton cul discrètement, si vous me rencontrez
Puttin 'balles trous dans les tentes, pas d'empreintes digitales
Tu attraperas une limace dans ton cul pendant que tu sauteras la clôture
Un autre jeune homme noir vient de prendre un cas
Pas de "texa-mase", de devenir funky comme un escalier

[Refrain: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down. buck, buckin 'em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down. buck, buckin 'em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down

[LL Cool J]
Ouais, quelle scène, tirer un Tech
avec un magazine supplémentaire sur le jean baggy-ass
Mouillez le bloc avec des coups de technologie fous
Drop the glock, puttin 'crackheads in headlocks
Comme un guépard avec mes fouisseurs
Dix millimètres, buck, buckn 'you down my my biplace
Merde pour les frères qui ne sont pas là
Tuer des ours et donner un coup de pied aux vipères juste à côté de la jetée
Glock plein de tripes, de mégots stables
Lettin 'moonlight in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the jams
Vous avez un groupe, mais êtes-vous gentil avec vos mains?

[Refrain: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down. buck, buckin 'em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down

[LL Cool J]
Biggin 'them up and the rippin' them up and the
les secouer et les ramasser et les
biggin 'eux et le rippin' eux et la
les secouer et les ramasser et les
biggin 'eux et le rippin' eux et la
les secouer et les ramasser
biggin 'eux et le rippin' eux et la
les secouer et le choix ...

[Refrain: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down. buck, buckin 'em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down

[LL Cool J]
Draggin 'vous rappeurs à fleurs hors des clubs
Je pense que ça paie trop, mouillez-les comme une colombe
Mais dans l'argot, dans le discours, dans le style
Connect, ne peut jamais être déchiré par un enfant surburban
Fumée de pistolet, bananza sur le bloc ouais
Quand toute la merde était morte, aurait pu faire une offre
Le maître de cérémonie se démène, démantèle
Ne jouez jamais et essayez de gérer un vandale
Tu attraperas une tête à l'envers avec tes faux dreads
Tryin 'to front like you're packin' lead
Les idiots sont bien dans une spiro
Et maintenant tu as plus de boeuf qu'un jiro
Peep the balistic, kick, slick, quick
retourner un script-a-slips, mais ce n'est pas une nouvelle merde
Burnin 'ya doooow de crèchewwwnnnn ... !!!
I'm frontin 'personal, he hearin' how a nine sons
Occupé-quizick, le? Disare? est dans
Fizz up sa vie li, les visites étaient borin '

[Refrain: LL Cool J]
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down. buck, buckin 'em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin 'em down, buck, buckin' em down ...