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    "Bucktown" Lyrics

    DJ Skribble feat. Smif N' Wessun

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    I walk around town with my pound strapped down to my side
    No frontin', just in case I gotta smoke some
    Around here headz don't act their age
    Ya might be another dead boy on the front page
    Enter the cipher... withcha lighter
    El's are ready, prepare to run another all nighter
    But keep watch for the cops 'cause they rock glocks
    Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots
    Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us niggaz from da streets
    'cause we stalk mad deep when they walk beats
    I guess they hold a grudge 'cause I won't budge
    Playin' tough, starin' down da judge with my hand's cuffed
    Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, awww yeah
    Now I'm up outta here
    Pigs look me up and down with a frown
    Is it 'cause I'm brown or is it niggaz I'm from Bucktown?

    BUCKTOWN!!! Home of the Originoo Gunn Clapperz! (x8)

    Got five MC's that wanna come test we
    Got ya nooses ready hangin' over da trees
    Bring on your sounds kid, drown by my massive
    Kill your body boy and take your lover for hostage
    Knock knock, maybe not the fourshots empty
    On the violator that was sent out to get me
    I'm tore up from the floor up and everything's black
    But still I'm on point ready to buck, ain't nothin' sweet Jack
    Bucktown, I represent it on the love love
    Deeply rooted from my Timbs to by dick above
    Don't sweat the buldge comin' from my hip
    Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool click
    Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark
    Heltah Skeltah smirks while you're gettin' torn apart
    Here come the Rude Boys with the ganja plants
    Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot Camp

    BUCKTOWN!!! Home of the Originoo Gunn Clapperz! (7x)
    Home of the Originoo...
    Home of the Originoo...
    BUCKTOWN!!! Home of the Originoo Gunn Clapperz!

    Another murderer, just another prankster
    Rude Boy dead 'cause he thought he was a gangsta
    Tried ta live da life of a hood from the streets
    Test da wrong dread, now I'm in eternal sleep
    Mr. Ripper I lurk in da Stuy
    Twist da ganja 'cause I want ta get high
    With my Breaddren, a boodah session
    Learn ya lesson
    Or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun

    Bucktown's everywhere I swear
    It's clear to me
    You feel the weed, now I really see
    Night falls around the way
    Originoo heads come out to play
    Puff herb, break day
    It's just a regular, everyday state of being I
    Mind holds the weight, rhymes free the mind in time
    I find reality follows me where I roam
    360 degrees back home in...

    BUCKTOWN!!! Home of the Originoo Gunn Clapperz! (8x)
    This song was submitted on October 9th, 2016 and last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © MJJN LLC.
    Written by D. Yates, T. Williams, W. Dewgarde.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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