*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 x4*
[Verse 1: Skoob]
Ding! Back in the ring, yo, it's the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah)
So all rise for your honour, spark your lies, mark your drama
Now I'm stronger, and I'm faster, thicker than your plaster
I've got more styles than most MC's can master
I'm (what?) D-wilin, (what?) freestylers (what what??) regardless
Beatin me is like the Bills beatin Dallas
Keep them shorts for the midgets, there! I be the shit, it
And plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits
In my (beeper), cos we throwin niggas in the (sleeper)
I'm dazin you like (ether), more hoodies than the Grim (Reaper)
Be on you every way, my style; it ain't the everyday
It's better, we're sayin shit that other niggas never say (kid)
Kickin the flows (what?) that 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)
I'm hittin you like six pool balls in a sock (sock sock)
It's the abortion, because I'm launchin, quick to floor shit
Click-click, now I'm on some Quick Draw McGraw shit
Porsche shit, now Dice bring it back on the steel
Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah)
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 x4*
[Verse 1: Skoob]
Ding! Back in the ring, yo, it's the tag team jams (yeah yeah yeah)
So all rise for your honour, spark your lies, mark your drama
Now I'm stronger, and I'm faster, thicker than your plaster
I've got more styles than most MC's can master
I'm (what?) D-wilin, (what?) freestylers (what what??) regardless
Beatin me is like the Bills beatin Dallas
Keep them shorts for the midgets, there! I be the shit, it
And plus I light that ass up like the numerical digits
In my (beeper), cos we throwin niggas in the (sleeper)
I'm dazin you like (ether), more hoodies than the Grim (Reaper)
Be on you every way, my style; it ain't the everyday
It's better, we're sayin shit that other niggas never say (kid)
Kickin the flows (what?) that 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)
I'm hittin you like six pool balls in a sock (sock sock)
It's the abortion, because I'm launchin, quick to floor shit
Click-click, now I'm on some Quick Draw McGraw shit
Porsche shit, now Dice bring it back on the steel
Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the mill (yeah)
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