Cocoa Brovaz

Cocoa Brovaz - Bucktown Usa lyrics

Your rating:

Y Yeah
 Once again
 Bucktown USA is the place where I rest
 Should I say chill 'cause there ain't no rest for me yet
 Shit  I can't say chill .cause the property's hot
 Got to get it while the gettin' could be got or get not
 'Cause of those who cop block  or those who get not
 Spillin' beans like a cook to them crooked ass cops
 To all my G's don't snooze
 'Cause they crews in blues and whites
 Comin' to the PJ's lookin' for fights
 Mr. Officer cool down your temper
 Me just cool you n'alf to come like no murderer
 I try to do my thing, and you try to take me in
 Have me stressed with a bunch of dope fiends in the pen
 Then again
 That's the place where you see the same face in thew street
 Everybody got to charge the beat
 Once again
 Facin' the magistrate with the screwface
 Bounce on the D-A-T-S-T-B, the new case
 Chorus:
 Bucktown
 Home where the grass is greenah
 And all the gods and earths choose a court in Medina
 Bucktown
 The place where I received my roots
 Got put on to this loot
 And got my first Tim boots
 Bucktown
 See me in the G-S-T-0-0
 On the side of the road
 Gettin' harrassed by po-po's
 Bucktown
 Home of my B-C-C
 And everybody that I roll with, the family
 Boot Camp's the way of life for a loner like me
 Constantly holdin' courts in the street with police
 Like the sergeant 81st, pretty boy is what they call 'em
 Said he was a gun man, duke is kinda brawlic
 Speaks with an accent, ????? I would imagine
 A hot-headed dred known for jumping into action
 We danced a few times
 He got his, I got mine
 Called the whole force up to pat us down for the crime
 Said it's all about a quarter and his veins bleed blue
 Your man Rudey, Juliani fucked it up for you
 Ain't gonna be no dice throwin'
 Dead that weed blowin'
 Domestic violence, automatic fire, he ain't jokin'
 Now you first offenders are gettin' hit like predicates
 Goin' through the system just for standin' on the strip
 Gotta keep an open eye when it's time to cop la
 From dirty ass deeds and unmarks ridin' by
 (Chorus)
 Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
 And bank safe crackers
 Pot-pushin hustlers and everyday jackers
 When flauntin' get cautioned if you don't ride with the right crew
 ?????????????????? and bust off when they can front on you
 I still do
 Smoke buds with the thugs
 About to face the judge
 Show all my niggaz love
 I can't knock the hustle, get your cream by all means
 Do what you gotta do to live, to feed you and your seeds
 Bucktown's everywhere I see
 Representatives livin' nocturnally
 Break a day on the regular
 All night is all right with us
 As long as we can get rid of the red we get the better
 But never lose your head, just maintain
 Only use the cushion pain to ease your brain
 No strain
 When Tek and Steele bang
 Ain't shit changed from birth
 B-C-C degrees, on to them other planes
 (Chorus)
 (Chorus
Get this song at:
bol.com
amazon.com

Copyrights:

Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: ?

Details:

Language: English

Appearing on: The Rude Awakening (1998)

Share your thoughts

This form is protected by reCAPTCHA and the Google Privacy Policy and Terms of Service apply.

0 Comments found