Snoop Dogg

Snoop Dogg - Buck 'em lyrics

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(Fuck 'em)
 [Snoop Dogg]
 Damn this shit sound low then motherfucker in my earphones.
 Alright  yeah that's it right there nigga.

 As soon as the bass hits your dome
 Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome
 And gets in your system
 Shootin off rhymes like a pistol
 Fuckin your click off with this blow
 This hoe  that hoe make me rich
 Snoop Dogg please won't you break that biach
 I'm back in the game gettin my dough
 And fuck any motherfucker that say it ain't so
 Do it to em be young
 Cause on the real dogg you the hardest nigga we um
 We shakin em off, breakin em off
 Shot him in his face and now they takin him off
 Here's a shoutout to those with quad out
 Fool we should have got out, now you gettin popped out
 I'm not out to diss but to get my chips
 And smash, pass with cash
 And blaze the spliff now pass the fifth
 For real nigga did you hear me, ya heard
 You ran up and got served, ha ha
 Now ain't that a trip (what what)
 You need to get up off of that bullshit
 C'mon

 [Sticky Fingaz]
 (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
 Young beast to four green
 Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green
 (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
 Cock it back ya know me
 Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap
 (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
 Shit on waisted
 Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets
 (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
 Don't make a difference
 Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it

 [Snoop Dogg]
 Fuck em, the scene is set (set)
 And it's a million bitch niggas bout to straight get wet
 I walk em all in the street
 Fuck em, I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet
 Fuck em, with no remorse nigga cut em down
 Love the way we shut em down, shit it ain't funny now
 Used to be my buddy pal, nigga wet and bloody now
 Nigga where your homies now, half them niggas funny style
 Fuck em, it's bout to get shitty now
 Doggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him down
 Nigga what up now, you act like a bitch
 You bound to get fucked you trick ass snitch
 Fuck em, boy we on a rampage
 Rippin up this damn stage, yeah it's still a G thang
 Slammin doors, slappin hoes
 Cuz fuck videos, I get a hundred for shows
 If you ain't got the papers
 I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherfucking vapors
 Biach, don't even trip
 You need to raise up off of that bullshit
 C'mon

 [Sticky Fingaz]
 (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
 Young beast to four green
 Dirty or clean nigga the money is all green
 (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
 Cock it back ya know me
 Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap
 (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
 Shit on waisted
 Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets
 (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
 Don't make a difference
 Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it

 (Fuck 'em
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Author: ?

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Publisher: EMI

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Released in: 2012

Language: English

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