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Текст песни Black Moon - Diggin in the Vaults/Buck Em Down 12"

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Intro: Buckshot ShortyAheh yeah... yeah whattup?Welcome to flight Black Moon, we about to take you on a journeyYeah... brothers lookin mad fine everything`s lookin smoothI`m your captain Buckshot, my co-pilot is DJ Evil DeeWe have S-W-N-D on deckWe about to take you about 31,000 feet into the airWe`ll be cruising at a smooth altitude sojust buckle up, enjoy your flightVerse One: Buckshot ShortyTo the weak, what we do, buck em down, word lifeEach and every individual in sightLet my man Jewel peep your style for your cardThen I kick a verse and take a look at the GodAiyyo God hit them brothers with a verse real quickAnd show em how you represent the Boot Camp ClikYou know what they say about brothaz who screwfaceUpstate your knee be gettin laced, word lifeI ain`t gonna bull, ask my man BuffOn the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet stuffKid it`s hot, word to Ma Dukeand get the loot from the man at night from my TimberlandBuck with the Shot that I bang with hang withgang hanger with the double-edged bangerBoot Camp Clik`s breakin your lawsIf you fake we gon bust a cap, matter fact, break your jawsI`ma bring it to your chest like windThen fill your lungs up with all the bull you had withinBut I`ma put it back so parlayTo the weak in Bucktown all we do everydayChorus: Buckshot and DJ Evil DeeBuck em down!! (Wind parade) Buck em down, buck em down, buck em downBuck em down!! (Wind parade) Buck em down, buck em down...Buck em down!! (Wind parade) Buck em down, buck em down, buck em downBuck em down!! (Wind parade) Buck em down, buck em down...Verse Two: Buckshot ShortyYeah they tell me chill when I kick itAlthough lyrics is wicked, it`s all about the L`s and how I lick itOr how I shot somebody in the mugwith the slug leavin white chalk all on over pitch black rugYou couldn`t tell me other word to motherWhen I was fifteen runnin around I was a real street loverOn the corner out shootin the diceLayin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heistGQ headin up to one-two-fivePush up on a shorty lookin live on the prizeI couldn`t get the time of day when I was Little KNow you call me Buck so your lips wanna puck?Buck to your head, I know your X amount of thoughtsBut they call me Buckshot, cause I take no shortsWord to the shell around my chestBig up to all de massive rudebwoy pon deckSo if you see a weak brotha speak to that bastardOr I`ma hit em up with the plasticChorusVerse Three: Buckshot ShortyWhen I was in school I was the mackBuck was strapped with a lyrical contactknapsack, filled with the gear that I G`dand a nickel bag of *inhale sound*, yes indeedA mad little brotha runnin up on em allFly as hell, hit the park play the wallAnd all the older people sayin Shorty`s a bad-assbut youse a smart little brotha so you gonna lastThey knew the time, they knew the rhyme wouldahit you in at least four years, so I came to split yaIn the nine-four it`s all about the warNinety-give ninety-six Boot Camp Clik is takin overIn nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn`t waitTo get all my brothaz and do shows from state to stateNow I`m the original head givin instructionsThumpin with them brothaz Beatminerz on productionsWelcome to Bucktown, U.S.A.Where the weak, get they s--- ass playedChorusOutro: Buckshot ShortyYeah, I like thisYa know, this is hittinto the lab, down in Bucktown, hahI hope you enjoyed your flight

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