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Well, give a buck-buck here 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

With a buck-buck here 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

Ding, back in the ring, yo, it’s the tag team jams
So all rise for the honors 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 D-Wilin
Three stylin' regardless beatin' me is like the Bills beatin' Dallas

Keep them shorts for the midgets, there I be the s***, it
And plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits
In my beeper, 'cause 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', s***, that other niggas never say kid
Cookin' the flows 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
It’s the abortion, son, I’m launchin', quick to floor, s***
Click-click, now, I’m on some quick draw McGraw, s***
For s***, now dice bring it back on the seal
Alright, we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill

So get the buck-buck here and the buck-buck there
From the front to the rear throw your hands in the 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, yeah, rear throw your hands in the air
With a buck-buck here, here and a buck-buck there, there
From the rear throw your hands in the air

Well, yo, the one is for my nuts, the two is for my penis
You see, I can rock this microphone, yeah, from here to f*****' Venus
Boy, I mean this, you’ve never seen this because you’re corny
I’m sleepin' on ya raps, I’m drinkin', nass because you’re foamy

With that weak s***, I freak s*** like I’m suppose to
Try to test my skills, word is bond, m***********, I’m gonna roast ya
I do this, they be like, who's dis, who's dis? I break the answer
Krazy f*****' Drayzie on the mic, I spread like cancer

So peep it, 'cause 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
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 m*********** like me, ya hype be
I’m slightly in the mood so watch me wreck s***
Check s***, I be on some new improved neck s***

I flex s***, that’s the way I flip it on a angle
You know 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, well, then it gotta be some rockin'

I’m risin' in your [Incomprehensible] and corn flakes
You’re gonna lose me
And if ya didn’t know, one more here this is why my nigga choose me

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

With a buck-buck here 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