LL Cool J - Buckin' Em Down Lyrics
(Intro: LL Cool J)Yeah, man the flavour, flavourYEEEAAAHHH...!!!Ah yeah, who we doing?(Chorus: LL Cool J)Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em downBuck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em downBuck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em downBuck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down(LL Cool J)Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shitPackin' nigga's kicks with black pitsSaber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juiceand let the hot-ass-lead-loose (*gun shots*)Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to dieKickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat whyI make your Benz seem obsolete GRippin' your ass discretely, if you meet mePuttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprintsYou'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fenceAnother young black man just caught a caseNot from ?texa-mase?, from gettin' funky like a staircase(Chorus: LL Cool J)Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em downBuck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em downBuck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em downBuck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em downBuck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em downBuck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em downBuck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em downBuck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down(LL Cool J)Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Techwith an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeansWettin' up the block with mad Tech shotsDrop the glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocksLike a cheetah with my dig-beatersTen millimeter, buck, buckn' you down from my two-seaterRippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here-acap
