Lyrics: DAS EFX "BUCK-BUCK" (0/1)

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Version 1 of the lyrics

Well, give a buck-buck here and a buck-buck there

*Skoob and Dray giving shoutouts*

From the front to the rear throw your hands in the air

With a buck-buck here and a buck-buck there

Chorus:

From the front to the rear throw your hands in the air

Well give a buck-buck (here)

With a buck-buck here and a buck-buck there

and a buck-buck (there)

From the front to the rear throw your hands in the air

From the front to the (rear)

With a buck-buck here and a buck-buck there

Throw your hands (in the air)

From the front to the rear throw your hands in the air

*repeat x3*

Ding, back in the ring, yo, it’s the tag team jams

Verse 1: Skoob

So all rise for the honors balk, your lies mark your drum

Now, I’m stronger and I’m faster, thicker than your pasta

Ding! Back in the ring yo it's the tag

I got more styles than most MC’s can master, I’m D-Wilin

team jams (yeah yeah yeah)

Three stylin' regardless beatin' me is like the Bills beatin' Dallas

So all rise for the honours balk, your lies mark your drum

Now I'm stronger and I'm faster, thicker than your pasta

Keep them shorts for the midgets, there I be the shit, it

I got more styles than most MC's can master

And plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits

I'm (what?) D-wilin, (what?) three

In my beeper, 'cause we’re throwin' niggas, in the sleeper

stylin (what what??) regardless

I’m dazin' you like etha, more hoodies than the grim reaper

Beatin me is like the Bills beatin Dallas

Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! I be the shit, it

Be on you everywhere, my style it ain’t the everyday

and plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits

It’s better, we’re sayin', shit, that other niggas never say kid

in my (beeper), cos we're throwin niggas in the (sleeper)

Cookin' the flows to make your toes wanna tip-tip

I'm dazin you like (etha), more hoodies than the (Grim Reaper)

I used to be a wheel watcher 'til I got my whip-whip

Be on you everywhere, my style it ain't the everyday

You see I walk with a, bop-bop, I talk with the slop-slop

It's better, we're sayin shit that other niggas never say (kid)

Cookin the flows (what?) to make your toes wanna tip (tip)

Man, you like six bull balls in a slot-slot

I used to be a wheel watcher til I got my whip (whip)

It’s the abortion, son, I’m launchin', quick to floor, shit

You see I walk with a (bop bop), I talk with the (slop slop)

Click-click, now, I’m on some quick draw McGraw, shit

Man, you like six bull balls in a slot (slot slot)

For shit, now dice bring it back on the seal

It's the abortion, son I'm launchin, quick to floor shit

Alright, we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill

Click-click now I'm on some Quick Draw McGraw shit

For shit, now Dice bring it back on the seal

So get the buck-buck here and the buck-buck there

Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah)

From the front to the rear throw your hands in the air

With a buck-buck here, here and a buck-buck, buck here

Chrous:

From the front to the rear throw your hands in the air

So get the buck-buck (here)

With a buck-buck here and a buck-buck there, there

and the buck-buck (there)

From the front to the, yeah, yeah, rear throw your hands in the air

From the front to the (rear)

With a buck-buck here, here and a buck-buck there, there

Throw your hands in the (air air)

From the rear throw your hands in the air

With a buck-buck (here here)

and a buck-buck (buck here)

Well, yo, the one is for my nuts, the two is for my penis

From the front to the (rear)

You see, I can rock this microphone, yeah, from here to fuckin' Venus

Throw your hands (in the air)

Boy, I mean this, you’ve never seen this because you’re corny

With a buck-buck (here)

I’m sleepin' on ya raps, I’m drinkin', nass because you’re foamy

and a buck-buck (there there)

From the front to the (yeah rear)

With that weak shit, I freak shit like I’m suppose to

Throw your hands (in the air)

Try to test my skills, word is bond, motherfucker, I’m gonna roast ya

With a buck-buck (here here)

I do this, they be like, who's dis, who's dis? I break the answer

and a buck-buck (there there give em)

Krazy fuckin' Drayzie on the mic, I spread like cancer

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (From the rear,

throw your hands in the air, yeah)

So peep it, 'cause I’ma keep it straighter than an arrow

Niggas, on my jive, why, because I rock like a Camaro

Verse 2: Dray

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

Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the

two is for my penis (penis)

How I rip the shows on the mic nightly

You see I can rock this microphone

Tell y’all niggas, now there ain’t a motherfucker like me, ya hype be

(yeah) from here to fuckin Venus

I’m slightly in the mood so watch me wreck shit

Boy, I mean this, you've never seen this

Check shit, I be on some new improved neck shit

because you're corny (corny)

I'm sleepin on ya raps, I'm drinkin

I flex shit, that’s the way I flip it on a angle

(yeah) nass because you're foamy

You know who I are, wear my star like the spangled

wit that weak shit, I freak shit like I'm suppose ta (yeah)

Banner, bust the grammar but I bring forth my knockers

Try to test my skills, word is bond

If it ain’t hip-hop, well, then it gotta be some rockin'

(motherfucker), I'm gonna roast ya

(yeah)

I’m risin' in your [Incomprehensible] and corn flakes

I do this, they be like "Who dis?" (who

You’re gonna lose me

dis?), I break the answer (answer)

And if ya didn’t know, one more here this is why my nigga choose me

Krazy fuckin Drayzie on the mic (yeah), I spread like (cancer)

So peep it (yeah) cos I'ma keep it straighter than an arrow

So give a buck-buck and a buck-buck there

Niggas on my jive (why?) because I rock like a Camaro

From the front to the rear throw your hands in the air

Back to rip the tribes so pack your

With a buck-buck here and a buck-buck there

vest, so check the flow (flow)

From the front to the rear throw your hands in the air

Some niggas wanna copy but they're soppy like Joe (yo) Joe (yo)

How I rip the shows on the mic (nightly)

With a buck-buck here and a buck-buck there

Tell y'all niggas now there ain't a motherfucker like me!

From the front to the rear throw your hands in the air

(Ya hype be), I'm slightly in the mood

With a buck-buck here and a buck-buck there

so watch me wreck shit (yeah)

From the front to the rear throw your hands in the air

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*

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