(feat. Crooked I, Daz Dillinger)



[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 shit)



[Daz Dillinger]

Watch out its creep to, what the fuck can he do

Showing for showy death gun come with you

Fuck a posse homeboy, I run with a gang

Blasting niggaz 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 nigga 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 x2: Daz Dillinger]

Can I get bucc, Can I get bucc

To all my homies and my ridaz who don't give a fuck

Who acting to tough, and acting to rough

Come around here nigga, get bucc



[Soopafly]

You mother fuckers in action

We blast niggaz for asking the ghetto fab satisfication

Barrel directed to bone marrow, hit cha

In traded to get cha, damage yo completed vanish that you cant mannish

Its the gangsta and pimps with heated clips

You cant hide during the day, we like Gladis Knight like plips

Mashing these niggaz for chips

If you wanna ride dip, like to fools in rip should

Throw up your hood, its all good

Nigga 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 nigga who figure that

When you pull out a strap we aint right, where my gangstas at (Right Here)

Show up to blow up your block

Out for the cream like the crock

I tell these niggaz don't stop



[Chorus x2: Daz Dillinger and Soopafly]

Can I get bucc, Can I get bucc

To all my mother fucking ridaz who don't give a fuck

Who acting to tough, and acting to rough

Come around here nigga, get bucc



[Crooked I]

To all of my niggaz that couldn't crack britches

Staking riches, dipping something ficous

Tapping switches, macking and cracking bitches

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 cocking, con cock 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 shit

Mob wit me, don't mash alone

A chaperone, hoes who love to blow on bones like a saxophone

When niggaz 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 x2: Daz Dillinger]

Can I get bucc, Can I get bucc

To all my mother fucking ridaz who don't give a fuck

Who acting to tough, and acting to rough

Come around here nigga, get bucc