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-acap

(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 cul chaud lâche (* coups de feu *)

Laisse-le voler, au revoir si tu es prêt à mourir

Te botter le cul et tu peux demander à Keith Sweat pourquoi

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 d'attraper 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, tirant un Tech

avec un magazine supplémentaire sur le jean baggy-ass

Wettin 'up the block with crazy Tech shots

Lâchez le glock, puttin 'crackheads dans les headlocks

Comme un guépard avec mes fouilleurs

Dix millimètres, buck, buckn 'you down from my biplaces

Merde en l'air pour les frères qui ne sont pas là