Yo
Yo Buck, word up
Get up in 'em
You know it's that nigga from the Tribe
Yo let these niggas know what's up son, aight?
Bounce to this, you don't wanna miss this
Get into this, this is that shit that make 'em all flip
They all want a piece
Some keep a steady mind, some get geese
Now what be the shit that make them niggas think
When they ship come in, they shit won't sink
Everybody you meet on your way up, get beat down
So if you burn a bridge, how you gonna cross town?
Think about it now, and cry later
A motherfuckin money maker so I die greater
And everytime I get them visions in my head
Everything is red, gettin high from the stimuli
Very blurry-eyed dread, said to be, Buck the B-D-B
When you smoke your sensimilla, hope you take out your seeds
And watch your back for them bitches who act shady
With another lady friend to try to serve you with gravy
Menage, I almost got caught, what could I say?
Fallin for the lust I almost got bust Friday
But safely stowed, got up by the most high
Eased out yo, into some next bullshit, I'm like yo
Chorus: Evil Dee
Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this
All my hip-hop heads bounce to this
Bounce to this, bounce to this
Mr. Buckshot say
Hip-hop, set out in the park
Niggas comin through with the heaters to bark
I always had to be around some shit
Showin motherfuckers I be down for shit
Real quick to do my justice
Walk the streets and stay close to my musket
Bust this everytime I hit the corner, I know that's at night
Niggas always wanna see a fight
Crowd around and like cause a scene
Some dumb nigga might pop off a shot in the air for props
Followed by the cops in the ghetto bird
Swoop down and hit them niggas while they standin on the curb
What a herb, kick off a shot in the air
Make the crowd scatter, kid you shoulda splurged
Now all I see is a fleet of D.T.'s
Comin in the direction of B-D-B
Kick up dust, can't get bust, duck and dodge
See they wanna shoot the Gods, fuck it they wanna hit all of us
Chorus: Evil Dee
Bounce to this, in your Pinto
You can bounce to this, in your five double-oh
You can bounce to this, in your Mustang
You can bounce to this, let it bang, let it bang
You can bounce to this, on the block that you on
You can bounce to this, pollyin on your horn, c'mon
When a finesse pulled up in a GS
Double-breast to protect the lungs that I blow sess from
Yes, now I got time to press
Early visions in my head of seein you in that red dress
Back door, it's the V.I.P. for B-D-B
Classic '83 type jewelry, sport gold nugget, fuck it
Rugged individual and make a profit from it
That's why I love it and I get mine
Promote the bump and grind, sip the liquor to a lime
Every girl'll be a dime, see it's showtime
And every motherfucker online wanna hit somethin
Niggas need to stop frontin
Chorus: Evil Dee
Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this
All my hip-hop heads bounce to this
Bounce to this, bounce to this
Mr. Buckshot say
Bounce to this, in your three-two-oh
Bounce to this, in your five-four-oh
Bounce to this, in your seven-four-oh
You can bounce to this, blazin on hydro, ohh
What what, if you smoke a ounce you can bounce to this
Huh, in the club you can bounce to this
Up inside your Jeep you can bounce to this
In the projects you can bounce to this
Fuck it, in the suburbs bounce to this
Huh, in the curb you can bounce to this
Fuckin with the herb you can bounce to this
What what, what what, 5FT
Evil Dee, Buckshot the B-D-B
Back at your ass for the nine now
Don't bite the style, motherfucker, BOO-YAA!!
