Well, give a buck-buck here 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 With a buck-buck here 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 Ding, back in the ring, yo, it's the tag team jams So all rise for the honors 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 D-Wilin Three stylin' regardless beatin' me is like the Bills beatin' Dallas Keep them shorts for the midgets, there I be the shit, it And plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits In my beeper, 'cause we're throwin' niggas, 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', shit, that other niggas never say kid Cookin' the flows 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 balls in a slot-slot It's the abortion, son, I'm launchin', quick to floor, shit Click-click, now, I'm on some quick draw McGraw, shit For shit, now dice bring it back on the seal Alright, we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill So get the buck-buck here and the buck-buck there From the front to the rear throw your hands in the 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, yeah, rear throw your hands in the air With a buck-buck here, here and a buck-buck there, there From the rear throw your hands in the air Well, yo, the one is for my nuts, the two is for my penis You see, I can rock this microphone, yeah, from here to fuckin' Venus Boy, I mean this, you've never seen this because you're corny I'm sleepin' on ya raps, I'm drinkin', nass because you're foamy With that weak shit, I freak shit like I'm suppose to Try to test my skills, word is bond, motherfucker, I'm gonna roast ya I do this, they be like, who's dis, who's dis? I break the answer Krazy fuckin' Drayzie on the mic, I spread like cancer So peep it, 'cause I'ma keep it straighter than an arrow Niggas, on my jive, why, because I rock like a Camaro Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow Some niggas wanna copy but they're soppy like Joe, yo, Joe, yo How I rip the shows on the mic nightly Tell y'all niggas, now there ain't a motherfucker like me, ya hype be I'm slightly in the mood so watch me wreck shit Check shit, I be on some new improved neck shit I flex shit, that's the way I flip it on a angle You know 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, well, then it gotta be some rockin' I'm risin' in your [Incomprehensible] and corn flakes You're gonna lose me And if ya didn't know, one more here this is why my nigga choose me 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 With a buck-buck here 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 © CELLAR TO THE ADDICT MUSIC; SEWER SLANG MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com