Snoop Dogg - Buck `em Lyrics:
(F**k `em)
Damn this s**t sound low then
Motherf**ker in my earphones
Alright, yeah, that`s it, right there ni**a

As soon as the bass hits your dome
Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome
And gets in your system, shootin` off rhymes
Like a pistol, f**kin` your click off
With this blow, this hoe, that hoe make me rich
Snoop Dogg, please won`t you break that biach

I`m back in the game getting my dough and f**k
Any motherf**ker that say it ain`t so, do it to `em be young
`Cause on the real dogg, you the hardest ni**a we know
We shakin` `em off, breakin` `em off
Shot him in his face and now they takin` him off

Here`s a shout out to those with quad out
Fool we should have got out, now you gettin` popped out
I`m not out to diss but to get my chips
And smash pass with cash and blaze the spliff now pass the fifth

For real ni**a did you hear me, ya heard?
You ran up and got served, ha, ha
Now ain`t that a trip
(What, what?)
You need to get up off of that bulls**t, c`mon

(F**k `em, f**k `em)
Young beast to four green
Dirty or clean ni**a, the money is all green
(F**k `em, f**k `em)
C**k it back ya know me
Every ni**a look the same behind a stocking cap

(F**k `em, f**k `em)
S**t on waisted, rather see death
Then be locked down in metal bracelets
(F**k `em, f**k `em)
Don`t make a difference
Ni**as in the hood is still broke and can`t fix it
(F**k `em)

The scene is set
(Set)
And it`s a million bitch ni**as `bout to straight get wet
I walk `em all in the street, f**k `em
I cuff they hands and blind they eyes
And hog tie they feet, f**k `em

With no remorse ni**a cut `em down
Love the way we shut ‘em down, s**t it ain`t funny now
Used to be my buddy pal, ni**a wet and bloody now
Ni**a, where your homies now? Half them ni**as funny style

F**k `em, it`s `bout to get s**tty now
Doggy `bout to get him now `cause you better sit him down
Ni**a what up now, you act like a bitch
You bound to get f**ked you trick ass snitch

F**k `em, boy we on a rampage, rippin` up this damn stage
Yeah, it`s still a G thang, slammin` doors, slappin` hoes
`Cuz f**k videos, I get a hundred for shows
If you ain`t got the papers, I ain`t got the time to sit
And chat about the motherf**king vapors, biach,
Don`t even trip you need to raise up off of that bulls**t, c`mon

(F**k `em, f**k `em)
Young beast to four green
Dirty or clean ni**a the money is all green
(F**k `em, f**k `em)
C**k it back ya know me, every ni**a look
The same behind a stocking cap

(F**k `em, f**k `em)
S**t on waisted, rather see death
Then be locked down in metal bracelets
(F**k `em, f**k `em)
Don`t make a difference
Ni**as in the hood is still broke and can`t fix it
(F**k `em)

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