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young buck - you know how i get down lyrics

[starts off with the beat of kanye west’s: “jesus
walks”]

[intro: {dj whoo kid}]
we come that gangsta sh-t, n-gg-! {“whooo! whooo!}
ca$hville’s in the “philldid”.
we at the way! n-gg- i’m on my way!
g-unit! g-unit! g-unit! {g-unit radio…}â¸
pow! f-ck if… {…king of new york!}
this is the n-gg-‘s act like, they want beef; i guess
what m-th-f-ckas!

[verse 1:]
somebody came to die y’all (yeah!)
if i was you, i’d hit that n-gg- from beside y’all.
[gunshot]
hey yo, i’m drunk ’bouts ta get his head bust
sh-t we came in this club to get put out n-gg- what.
who da f-ck!?
who da f-ck!? b-tch i can get it crunk – make a gangsta
take ya outside pop tha trunk; (boo!) hit ya up.
dirrty south representin wit’ these screamz these
n-gg-z
bouncin’ wit’ these valet ridaz
yakno’whatimean? n-gg- i keep it hood,
khakis in black hoodz. (a’ight!)
two glockz on my waist boy i wish a n-gg- would, let me
get ’em first! [gunshot]
sh-ts gettin’ worst (oh!)
i aint come here to spit a verse. (oh!)
i’m here it tha put in work! i’m here it to put in
merk! (blat!)
follow me thru these war grounds,
look around see my pockets gettin’ torn down; f-ck it
now!
i’ma pop ’til i get popped cook ’til it turned rock
kill me a n-gg- and {none!} go smoke {none!} a blunt
wit’ pac. – i’ma gangsta! {none stop!}

[chorus:]
home boyz all we see is southbound
wit’ a ak to hold a hundred roundz. [automatic
gunshots]
you know how i get down! [gunshot]
g-unit in this b-tch is home now
lemme see ya stomp a hata to the ground (po!)
you know how i get down! (po!)

home boyz all we see is south bound
wit’ a ak to hold a hundred roundz [automatic gunshots]
{can we get…}
you know how i get down!
g-unit in this b-tch is home now {?? !}
lemme see ya stomp a hata to the ground.
you know how i get down…

[verse:]
take me to tha bounce (wha’?) – i just popped it off
(huh?)
this rap sh-t ain’t quick enough wen these wordz come
out. (a’ight!)
we call ’em crack houses – that’s were we count them
stacks
new york call ’em spotz atl got a couple printz.
{shadyville!!}
we drive big trucks! (c’mon!) we sit on big grillz!
(c’mon!)
what i’m sayin’ is? i was good if i don’t get a deal.
(n-gg- what?)
back to these hatin n-gg-z actin’ like they want drama
i do like jigga did and f-ck you n-gg-z baby mama.
[gunshot]
ridin’ clean sh-t spinnin’ on that mazarati (whoo!!)
smokin’ that california bangin’ that ladie-dadie!
(yeah! huh!)
and n-gg- 50 told me: “get what you done came for!”
i handle the rest. – whatchu think my name for?
{whoooooooo kiiiiiiiiiiiiid!}
actin’ like that sh-t ain’t never happen tull them
bullets comin’ at ’em, [gunshot]
b-tch smack on ’em – g-unit ain’t only rappin’! (guh!)
so come on down – to tha price is right
and you can get it in brown n-gg- green or white. –
young buck!

[chorus:]
home boyz all we see is southbound
wit’ a ak to hold a hundred roundz. [automatic
gunshots] {d-mn!}
you know how i get down! [gunshot]
g-unit in this b-tch is home now
lemme see ya stomp a hata to the ground
{“shadyville.biz”!}
you know how i get down!

home boyz all we see is south bound
wit’ a ak to hold a hundred roundz [automatic gunshots]
you know how i get down!
g-unit in this b-tch is home now
lemme see ya stomp a hata to the ground. {chainscrew!}
you know how i get down… [gunshot]

- young buck lyrics

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