Testi musica canzoni

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*