Can I Get Bucc lyrics

by

Xzibit


[Daz Dillinger]
Yes, yes yall,yes yes yall, yes, yes, yes, yes,yall
Yes yes yall, yes yes yall, yes, yes, yes, yes,yall
We got some people on the microphone here tonight
They coming to give you to you rough, rugged, and raw
You know that westcoast feel, yea (All that sh*t)

[Daz Dillinger]
Watch out its creep to, what the f*ck can he do
Showing for showy death gun come with you
f*ck a posse homeboy, I run with a gang
Blasting n*ggas for anything, looking sneaky, looking strange
Me and my couples from the pass kick gas
Smoke a pound of grass every doubt about cash
Glocks, ski mask, we bo on a match
Clush crash so don't even try to ask
I'm rough, roughed, and raw, and what you see you just saw
What happen when dat n*gga daz, on the mic grab it
I take control and move you body and soul
One ho, I move the crowd with an flow

[Chorus 2x: Daz Dillinger]
Can I get bucc, Can I get bucc
To all my homies and my ridaz who don't give a f*ck
Who acting to tough, and acting to rough
Come around here n*gga, get bucc
[Soopafly]
You mother f*ckers in action
We blast n*ggas for asking the ghetto fab satisfication
Barrel directed to bone marrow, hit cha
In traded to get cha, damage yo completed vanish that you can't mannish
Its the gangsta and pimps with heated clips
You can't hide during the day, we like Gladis Knight like plips
Mashing these n*ggas for chips
If you wanna ride dip, like to fools in rip should
Throw up your hood, its all good
n*gga what, gangsta anemic stripe
Super posting, with a thirty-eight heater with my hosting
Blasting who ever stop from rocking coast to coasting
I burn and roasting a n*gga who figure that
When you pull out a strap we ain't right, where my gangstas at (Right Here)
Show up to blow up your block
Out for the cream like the crock
I tell these n*ggas don't stop

[Chorus 2x: Daz Dillinger and Soopafly]
Can I get bucc, Can I get bucc
To all my mother f*cking ridaz who don't give a f*ck
Who acting to tough, and acting to rough
Come around here n*gga, get bucc

[Crooked I]
To all of my n*ggas that couldn't crack britches
Staking riches, dipping something ficous
Tapping switches, macking and cracking b*tches
This rapping business is phony as hell
I'm going to ride until they throw me an L
Like all my homies in jail
I'm gun c*cking, con c*ck the shot the block, so I can clock a knot
Hit the spot with my trunk knocking
Drop tops is the what pops the pussies
Bury more arms than octopuses
Gages and blocks and bushes
Ready to start the conflict
You want chronic, I'm all for atomic, energy
Literally, thinking of the bomb sh*t
Mob wit me, don't mash alone
A chaperone, hoes who love to blow on bones like a saxophone
When n*ggas think they Al Kapone
It only takes three steps, draw, squeeze, shoot, you gone
Who am I crooked i, who are they daz and soopafly
On the rooper high, stay true to my click
[Chorus 2x: Daz Dillinger]
Can I get bucc, Can I get bucc
To all my mother f*cking ridaz who don't give a f*ck
Who acting to tough, and acting to rough
Come around here n*gga, get bucc
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