Lyric Buckin Em Down

[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...