Can I Get Bucc

[Daz Dillinger]<br>Yes, yes yall,yes yes yall, yes, yes, yes, yes,yall<br>Yes yes yall, yes yes yall, yes, yes, yes, yes,yall<br>We got some people on the microphone here tonight<br>They coming to give you to you rough, rugged, and raw<br>You know that westcoast feel, yea (All that shit)<br><br>[Daz Dillinger]<br>Watch out its creep to, what the fuck can he do<br>Showing for showy death gun come with you<br>Fuck a posse homeboy, I run with a gang<br>Blasting niggaz for anything, looking sneaky, looking strange<br>Me and my couples from the pass kick gas<br>Smoke a pound of grass every doubt about cash<br>Glocks, ski mask, we bo on a match<br>Clush crash so don`t even try to ask<br>I`m rough, roughed, and raw, and what you see you just saw<br>What happen when dat nigga daz, on the mic grab it<br>I take control and move you body and soul<br>One ho, I move the crowd with an flow<br><br>[Chorus 2x: Daz Dillinger]<br>Can I get bucc, Can I get bucc<br>To all my homies and my ridaz who don`t give a fuck<br>Who acting to tough, and acting to rough<br>Come around here nigga, get bucc<br><br>[Soopafly]<br>You mother fuckers in action<br>We blast niggaz for asking the ghetto fab satisfication<br>Barrel directed to bone marrow, hit cha<br>In traded to get cha, damage yo completed vanish that you cant mannish<br>Its the gangsta and pimps with heated clips<br>You cant hide during the day, we like Gladis Knight like plips<br>Mashing these niggaz for chips<br>If you wanna ride dip, like to fools in rip should<br>Throw up your hood, its all good<br>Nigga what, gangsta anemic stripe<br>Super posting, with a thirty-eight heater with my hosting<br>Blasting who ever stop from rocking coast to coasting<br>I burn and roasting a nigga who figure that<br>When you pull out a strap we aint right, where my gangstas at (Right Here)<br>Show up to blow up your block<br>Out for the cream like the crock<br>I tell these niggaz don`t stop<br><br>[Chorus 2x: Daz Dillinger and Soopafly]<br>Can I get bucc, Can I get bucc<br>To all my mother fucking ridaz who don`t give a fuck<br>Who acting to tough, and acting to rough<br>Come around here nigga, get bucc<br><br>[Crooked I]<br>To all of my niggaz that couldn`t crack britches<br>Staking riches, dipping something ficous<br>Tapping switches, macking and cracking bitches<br>This rapping business is phony as hell<br>I`m going to ride until they throw me an L<br>Like all my homies in jail<br>I`m gun cocking, con cock the shot the block, so I can clock a knot<br>Hit the spot with my trunk knocking<br>Drop tops is the what pops the pussies<br>Bury more arms than octopuses<br>Gages and blocks and bushes<br>Ready to start the conflict<br>You want chronic, I`m all for atomic, energy<br>literally, thinking of the bomb shit<br>Mob wit me, don`t mash alone<br>A chaperone, hoes who love to blow on bones like a saxophone<br>When niggaz think they Al Kapone<br>It only takes three steps, draw, squeeze, shoot, you gone<br>Who am I crooked i, who are they daz and soopafly<br>On the rooper high, stay true to my click<br><br>[Chorus 2x: Daz Dillinger]<br>Can I get bucc, Can I get bucc<br>To all my mother fucking ridaz who don`t give a fuck<br>Who acting to tough, and acting to rough<br>Come around here nigga, get bucc