(Intro: LL Cool J)

Yeah, man the flavour, flavour

YEEEAAAHHH...!!!

Ah yeah, who we doing?



(Chorus: LL Cool J)

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down



(LL Cool J)

Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit

Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits

Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice

and let the hot-ass-lead-loose (*gun shots*)

Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die

Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why

I make your Benz seem obsolete G

Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me

Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints

You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence

Another young black man just caught a case

Not from ?texa-mase?, from gettin' funky like a staircase



(Chorus: LL Cool J)

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down



(LL Cool J)

Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Tech

with an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans

Wettin' up the block with mad Tech shots

Drop the glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocks

Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters

Ten millimeter, buck, buckn' you down from my two-seater

Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here-acap