Buck-Buck lyrics

*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 x4*

[Verse 1: Skoob]
Ding! Back in the ring, yo, it's the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah)
So all rise for your honour, spark your lies, mark your drama
Now I'm stronger, and I'm faster, thicker than your plaster
I've got more styles than most MC's can master
I'm (what?) D-wilin, (what?) freestylers (what what??) regardless
Beatin me is like the Bills beatin Dallas
Keep them shorts for the midgets, there! I be the sh*t, it
And plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits
In my (beeper), cos we throwin n*ggas in the (sleeper)
I'm dazin you like (ether), more hoodies than the Grim (Reaper)
Be on you every way, my style; it ain't the everyday
It's better, we're sayin sh*t that other n*ggas never say (kid)
Kickin the flows (what?) that 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)
I'm hittin you like six pool balls in a sock (sock sock)
It's the abortion, because I'm launchin, quick to floor sh*t
Click-click, now I'm on some Quick Draw McGraw sh*t
Porsche sh*t, now Dice bring it back on the steel
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 p*nis (p*nis)
See I can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to f*ckin 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 sh*t, I freak sh*t like I'm suppose ta (yeah)
Try to test my skills, word is bond (motherf*cker), I'm gonna roast ya
(yeah)
I do this, they be like "Who dis?" (who dis?), I break the answer (answer)
Krazy f*ckin Drayzie on the mic (yeah), I spread like (cancer)
So peep it (yeah) cos I'mma keep it straighter than an arrow
n*ggas on my jive (why?) because I rock like a Camaro
I'm back to rip the track, so black you best to check the flow (flow)
Some n*ggas wanna copy but they're sloppy like Joe (yo) Joe (yo)
How I rip the shows? On the nightly (nightly)
Tell y'all n*ggas now there ain't a motherf*cker like me!
(Aiight, b?), I'm slightly in the mood so watch me wreck sh*t (yeah)
Check sh*t, I be on some new improved (next sh*t)
I flex sh*t, 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 nicer than you think, so don't blink, you're gonna lose me (lose me)
And if ya didn't know, word bond (This is why my n*gga 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*