[Intro: LL Cool J]

Yeah, man the flavour, flavour

YEEEAAAHHH...!!!

Ah yeah, who we doing?



[Chorus: LL Cool J]

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down



[LL Cool J]

Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit

Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits

Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice

and let the hot-ass-lead-loose [gun shots]

Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die

Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why

I make your Benz seem obsolete G

Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me

Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints

You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence

Another young black man just caught a case

Not from ?texa-mase?, from gettin' funky like a staircase



[Chorus: LL Cool J]

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down



[LL Cool J]

Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Tech

with an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans

Wettin' up the block with mad Tech shots

Drop the glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocks

Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters

Ten millimeter, buck, buckn' you down from my two-seater

Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here

Killin' bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier

Glock full of guts, steady buckin' butts

Lettin' moonlight in your head-pull-puds

Def Jam in your ass for the jams

You've got posse, but are you nice with your hands?



[Chorus: LL Cool J]

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down



[LL Cool J]

Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the

shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the

biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the

shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the

biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the

shakin' them up and the pickin' them up

biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the

shakin' them up and the pick...



[Chorus: LL Cool J]

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down



[LL Cool J]

Draggin' you flower-ass rappers outta clubs

Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove

But in the slang, in the speech, in the style

Connect, can never be ripped by a surburban child

Gun smoke, bananza on the block yeah

When all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid

Conferring emcee scramble, dismantle

Never gamble and try to handle a vandal

You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads

Tryin' to front like you're packin' lead

Dumb-dumbs are fine in a spiro

And now you got more beef than a jiro

Peep the balistic, kick, slick, quick

flip a script-a-slips, but that ain't new shit

Burnin' ya crib doooowwwwnnnn...!!!

I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a nine sounds

Busy-quizick, the ?disare? is in

Fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin'



[Chorus: LL Cool J]

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down...