[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
Killin´ bears and kickin´ snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady buckin´ butts
Lettin´ moonlight in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the jams
You´ve got posse, but are you nice with your hands?

[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]
Biggin´ them up and the rippin´ them up and the
shakin´ them up and the pickin´ them up and the
biggin´ them up and the rippin´ them up and the
shakin´ them up and the pickin´ them up and the
biggin´ them up and the rippin´ them up and the
shakin´ them up and the pickin´ them up
biggin´ them up and the rippin´ them up and the
shakin´ them up and the pick...

[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]
Draggin´ you flower-ass rappers outta clubs
Thinkin´ it pay too much, wet ´em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the style
Connect, can never be ripped by a surburban child
Gun smoke, bananza on the block yeah
When all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring emcee scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to handle a vandal
You´ll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin´ to front like you´re packin´ lead
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a spiro
And now you got more beef than a jiro
Peep the balistic, kick, slick, quick
flip a script-a-slips, but that ain´t new shit
Burnin´ ya crib doooowwwwnnnn...!!!
I´m frontin´ personal, he´s hearin´ how a nine sounds
Busy-quizick, the?disare? is in
Fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin´

[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...