(feat. Joe Scudda , L.E.G.A.C.Y.)



[L.E.G.A.C.Y:]

I pop bottles, taking shots, gettin' at the top model

Smokey as fuck, need something to hold me up

I'm leanin' on this chick like Joe Clark, I'm stuck

Wait, hold on baby, there go my nigga Buck



[Buckshot:]

Aiyo, what up

I'm in the back sippin' this cup

Next ta son who said he should stir this up, ah fuck

Plus we out of town, it's going down

This Hennessey got them niggaz yellin please make a sound

L.E.G.A.C.Y left the pound, back at the spot

And I can tell these niggaz want beef now

So son what's poppin'



[L.E.G.A.C.Y:]

Let me introduce this chick, "Aiyo, what your name is?"

I'm tryin' ta rock this chick, doesn't matter what her name is

These perfect strangers straight grilling like Hibachi's

All eyes on me, actin' like they wanna pop me

These perfect strangers straight grilling like Hibachi's

All eyes on me, actin' like they wanna Pac me



[Chorus: Buckshot (L.E.G.A.C.Y and Joe Scudda)]

(Out of town trips) Beef with out of town clicks

(So far from home) On some out of town shit

(However the chips fall) Ain't no stoppin'

(Bar room brawl) We can get it poppin' [x2]



[Joe Scudda:]

I'm OT? when not a soul know my face

At the bar cause I ain't afraid to show my face

But I gotta move lightly

Cuz these people don't know me

And probably Don't like me (what I'm gonna do)

I'ma just chill, and grab me a seat

Grab me a drink, maybe try to grab me a freak

Then this chick with a blue cap approached me and started talking

But I seen her man in the Cut', started honking

It's a set up, fuck it we can get it popping

But I'm dough-low, and they know cause they been watching

Aw fuck, they want to see Scuda stuck

Oh Shit! I think I see my man Buck



[Buckshot:]

Scudz, I think we picked the wrong night (You right)

They lookin for a bar fight when everything was alright

Wait, hold up, who's that

In that blue cap

Shorty too stacked, son pursue that



[Chorus]



[L.E.G.A.C.Y:]

Then I fell back, acting like I wasn't wit ‘em

But as soon as the shit pop, I be the first ta hit him

They ain't crazy, I dare niggaz

Wayne Brady square niggaz

Whatever's clever

Gave Buck the look, whatever



[Buckshot:]

Whatever, that's what I'm talkin' about

This niggaz violate, we tossing ‘em out

I done had about, ten shots

Two blunts to the head, go ahead, do whatever you want

See when I'm high like this stay out my way

Especially when I'm wit these niggaz, we don't play

And, if you think it's a joke set it, let it go

Fuck a rum and a coke, that's gun smoke in your throat



[Joe Scudda:]

No matter the weather, yo that's whatever

But then I seen the kid reach for the tote he had tucked inside his leather

Pulled out, started waving it

He knew he take an L wit the hand, the bitch started blazin' it

Killin' the clouds, but nobody spit

He did all that motherfucking shootin', and ain't nobody hit



[Chorus]