Текст песни Das Efx -  Buck Buck   
                                        Das Efx -  Buck Buck слова песни 
                                    
                                    
                             
                            
                            
                                
     
 
                                                                     
*Skoob and Dray giving shoutouts*  
Chorus:  
Well give a buck buck (here)  
and a buck buck (there)  
From the front to the (rear)  
Throw your hands (in the air)  
*repeat x3*  
Verse 1: Skoob  
Ding! Back in the ring yo it`s the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah)  
So all rise for the honours balk  your lies mark your drum  
Now I`m stronger and I`m faster  thicker than your pasta  
I got more styles than most MC`s can master  
I`m (what?) D-wilin, (what?) three stylin (what what??) regardless  
Beatin me is like the Bills beatin Dallas  
Keep them shorts fro the midgets, there! I be the shit, it  
and plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits  
in my (beeper), cos we`re throwin niggas in the (sleeper)  
I`m dazin you like (etha), more hoodies than the (Grim Reaper)  
Be on you everywhere, my style it ain`t the everyday  
It`s better, we`re sayin shit that other niggas never say (kid)  
Cookin the flows (what?) to make your toes wanna tip (tip)  
I used to be a wheel watcher til I got my whip (whip)  
You see I walk with a (bop bop), I talk with the (slop slop)  
Man, you like six bull balls in a slot (slot slot)  
It`s the abortion, son I`m launchin, quick to floor shit  
Click-click now I`m on some Quick Draw McGraw shit  
For shit, now Dice bring it back on the seal  
Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah)  
Chrous:  
So get the buck-buck (here)  
and the buck-buck (there)  
From the front to the (rear)  
Throw your hands in the (air air)  
With a buck-buck (here here)  
and a buck-buck (buck here)  
From the front to the (rear)  
Throw your hands (in the air)  
With a buck-buck (here)  
and a buck-buck (there there)  
From the front to the (yeah rear)  
Throw your hands (in the air)  
With a buck-buck (here here)  
and a buck-buck (there there give em)  
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (From the rear, throw your hands in the air,  
yeah)  
Verse 2: Dray  
Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my penis (penis)  
You see I can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to fuckin Venus  
Boy, I mean this, you`ve never seen this because you`re corny (corny)  
I`m sleepin on ya raps, I`m drinkin (yeah) nass because you`re foamy  
wit that weak shit, I freak shit like I`m suppose ta (yeah)  
Try to test my skills, word is bond (motherfucker), I`m gonna roast ya  
(yeah)  
I do this, they be like "Who dis?" (who dis?), I break the answer  
(answer)  
Krazy fuckin Drayzie on the mic (yeah), I spread like (cancer)  
So peep it (yeah) cos I`ma keep it straighter than an arrow  
Niggas on my jive (why?) because I rock like a Camaro  
Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the flow (flow)  
Some niggas wanna copy but they`re soppy like Joe (yo) Joe (yo)  
How I rip the shows on the mic (nightly)  
Tell y`all niggas now there ain`t a motherfucker like me!  
(Ya hype be), I`m slightly in the mood so watch me wreck shit (yeah)  
Check shit, I be on some new improved (neck shit)  
I flex shit, that`s the way I flip it on a angle  
You knows who I are, wear my star like the spangled  
banner, bust the grammar but I bring forth my knockers  
If it ain`t hip-hop (aiyyo)  
well then it gotta be some rockin (BOW! BOW! BOW!)  
I`m risin in your ???? and corn flakes, you`re gonna lose me (lose me)  
And if ya didn`t know, one more here (This is why my nigga choose me)  
Chorus:  
So give a buck-buck  
and a buck-buck there  
From the front to the (rear)  
Throw your hands (in the air)  
With a buck-buck (here)  
and a buck-buck (there)  
From the front to the (rear)  
Throw your hands in the air  
*repeat to fade*