*Skoob and Dray giving shoutouts*
Chorus:
Well give a buck buck (here)
and a buck buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
*repeat x3*
Verse 1: Skoob
Ding! Back in the ring yo it`s the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah)
So all rise for the honours 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 (what?) D-wilin, (what?) three stylin (what what??) regardless
Beatin me is like the Bills beatin Dallas
Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! I be the shit, it
and plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits
in my (beeper), cos 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 (what?) 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 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 (yeah)
Chrous:
So get the buck-buck (here)
and the buck-buck (there)
From the front to the (rear)
Throw your hands in the (air 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 rear)
Throw your hands (in the air)
With a buck-buck (here here)
and a buck-buck (there there give em)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (From the rear, throw your hands in the air,
yeah)
Verse 2: Dray
Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my penis (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 (corny)
I`m sleepin on ya raps, I`m drinkin (yeah) nass because you`re foamy
wit that weak shit, I freak shit like I`m suppose ta (yeah)
Try to test my skills, word is bond (motherfucker), I`m gonna roast ya
(yeah)
I do this, they be like Who dis? (who dis?), I break the answer
(answer)
Krazy fuckin Drayzie on the mic (yeah), I spread like (cancer)
So peep it (yeah) cos 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 (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 (yeah)
Check shit, I be on some new improved (neck shit)
I flex shit, that`s the way I flip it on a angle
You knows 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 (aiyyo)
well then it gotta be some rockin (BOW! BOW! BOW!)
I`m risin in your ???? and corn flakes, you`re gonna lose me (lose me)
And if ya didn`t know, one more here (This is why my nigga choose me)
Chorus:
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
*repeat to fade*
