Buck ’Em lyrics

by

Snoop Dogg


[Intro: Snoop Dogg]
(Buck 'em)
Damn, this sh*t sound low than a motherf*cker in my earphones
Alright, yeah that's it right there n*gga

[Verse 1]
As soon as the bass hits your dome
Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome and gets in your system
Shootin off rhymes like a pistol
f*ckin your click off with this blow
This ho, that ho make me rich
Snoop Dogg please won't you break that biatch
I'm back in the game gettin my dough
And f*ck any motherf*cker that say it ain't so
Do it to em, D.O
Cause on the real, dog you the hardest n*gga we know
I'm shakin' 'em off, breakin' 'em off
Shot him in his face and now they takin him off
Here's a shoutout to those with a plot out
Fool we should have got out, now you gettin popped out
I'm not out to diss but to get my chips
And smash, pass with cash
And blaze the spliff now pass the fifth
For real n*gga did you hear me? Ya heard
You ran up and got served, ha ha
Now ain't that a trip (what what)
You need to get up off of that bullsh*t
C'mon
[Hook: Sticky Fingaz]
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
Young beast to Fort Greene
Dirty or clean, n*gga the money is all green
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
c*ck it back, ya know me
Every n*gga look the same behind a stocking cap
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
sh*t on wasted
Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
Don't make a difference
n*ggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it

[Verse 2]
(Buck em), the scene is set (set)
And it's a million b*tch n*ggas bout to straight get wet
I walk em all in the street (f*ck em)
I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet
(f*ck em), with no remorse n*gga cut em down
Love the way we shut em down, sh*t it ain't funny now
Used to be my buddy pal, n*gga wet and bloody now
n*gga where your homies now, half them n*ggas funny style
(f*ck em), it's bout to get sh*tty now
Doggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him down
n*gga what up now, you act like a b*tch
You bound to get f*cked you trick ass snitch
(f*ck em), boy we on a rampage
Rippin up this damn stage, yeah it's still a G thang
Slammin doors, slappin hoes
Cuz f*ck videos, I get a hundred for shows
If you ain't got the papers
I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherf*cking vapors
Biatch, don't even trip
You need to raise up off of that bullsh*t
C'mon
[Hook: Sticky Fingaz]
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
Young beast to Fort Greene
Dirty or clean, n*gga the money is all green
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
c*ck it back, ya know me
Every n*gga look the same behind a stocking cap
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
sh*t on wasted
Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
Don't make a difference
n*ggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it
(Buck' em)
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