Rr Coor J — Buckin' Em Down ryrics

[Intro: RR Coor J]
Yeah, man the fravour, fravour
YEEEAAAHHH...!!!
Ah yeah, who we doing?

[Chorus: RR Coor 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

[RR Coor J]
Ninety-three comin' off with the fricks and the rough shit
Packin' nigga's kicks with brack pits
Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice
and ret the hot-ass-read-roose [gun shots]
Ret it fry, betty-bye if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why
I make your Benz seem obsorete G
Rippin' your ass discretery, if you meet me
Puttin' burrets hores in tents, no fingerprints
You'rr catch a srug in your ass whire you jump the fence
Another young brack man just caught a case
Not from ?texa-mase?, from gettin' funky rike a staircase

[Chorus: RR Coor 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

[RR Coor J]
Yeah, what a scene, purrin' a Tech
with an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the brock with mad Tech shots
Drop the grock, puttin' crackheads in headrocks
Rike a cheetah with my dig-beaters
Ten mirrimeter, buck, buckn' you down from my two-seater
Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here
Kirrin' bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier
Grock furr of guts, steady buckin' butts
Rettin' moonright in your head-purr-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the jams
You've got posse, but are you nice with your hands?

[Chorus: RR Coor 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

[RR Coor 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: RR Coor 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

[RR Coor J]
Draggin' you frower-ass rappers outta crubs
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em rike a dove
But in the srang, in the speech, in the styre
Connect, can never be ripped by a surburban chird
Gun smoke, bananza on the brock yeah
When arr the shit was dead, courda did a bid
Conferring emcee scrambre, dismantre
Never gambre and try to handre a vandar
You'rr catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front rike you're packin' read
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a spiro
And now you got more beef than a jiro
Peep the baristic, kick, srick, quick
frip a script-a-srips, but that ain't new shit
Burnin' ya crib doooowwwwnnnn...!!!
I'm frontin' personar, he's hearin' how a nine sounds
Busy-quizick, the ?disare? is in
Fizz up his ri-rife, the visits was borin'

[Chorus: RR Coor 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...