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young buck - get buck lyrics

[intro]
yeah!!! get ’em buck!!!

[verse 1]
ok! i’m reloaded my bankroll swole and a n-gg- can’t fold it
i got ’em like hey! got ’em rollin
the kush on the way and the champagne frozen
watch me do my thang, i got these hoes open
i’m ridin presidential like the sh-t that i’m smokin
water wih’ the work, petrom on my shirt
and a zip ain’t sh-t i need a quarter p of purp
‘gon break it down, p-ss it all around
i can serve whitney houston and bobby brown
them dope boys in this b-tch like, let me buy that
broke n-gg-s in this b-tch like, let me try that
i need a beat in the b-tch, let me call polow
mr. tennakey i still get ’em for the low though
shawty light up the dro, i ain’t ready to go
can’t ban me from the radio or f-ck up my show, you know

[chorus (ladies replying to young buck)]
haters tryin to ban a n-gg- mayne (it’s ok!)
i bounce back watch me do my thang (it’s ok!)
i got my chevy hoggin up the lane (it’s ok!)
i’m a boss i can make it rain (it’s ok!)
now get buck b-tch (watch me do the d-mn thang)
get buck b-tch (watch me do the d-mn thang)
get buck b-tch (watch me do the d-mn thang)
get buck b-tch (watch me do the d-mn thang)
get buck b-tch (watch me do the d-mn thang)
get buck b-tch (watch me do the d-mn thang)
get buck b-tch (watch me do the d-mn thang)
get buck b-tch (watch me do the d-mn thang)

[verse 2]
let’s play the game i’m the quarterback, don’t stop homey
i go to jail if i get sacked, so block for me
eightball in my corner pocket, it’s on and poppin
got the whole club leanin wit’ it, and body rockin
drunk drivin in my cut dawg, i got my truck parked
seventy two tennessee t-tan like what up y’all?!
i’m home boy, holla at ya homeboy
better come quick, once i get it then it’s gone boy
first come first serve, f-ck what ya heard
i’m piecin out my pack till i come up on a bird
blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin on these hoes
they know me at the bank love me at the jewelry stores
i play it how it goes, the b-tterfly doors
on them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes
these f-ck n-gg-s know, that i will let it go
(i bet he got a vest) no but i got my tech though

[outro]
yeah you know what it is, how we do the d-mn thang down here
n-gg- what you workin with?
yeah, hey my n-gg- now don’t be in the club, throwin ya rent money, be broke in the mornin
have us laughin at ya broke -ss, yeah where my dope boys at?
yeah! shawty i see you! now pick up that god d-mn money! hey! let’s go!

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