Bucktown Lyrics - Singles - Smif-n-wessun

I walk around town with my pound strapped down to my side 

No frontin', just in case I gotta smoke some 

Around here headz don't act their age 

Ya might be another dead boy on the front page 

Enter the cipher withcha lighter 

El's are ready prepare to run another all nighter 

But keep watch for the cops 'cuz they rock glocks 

Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots 

Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us niggaz from da streets 

'Cuz we stalk mad deep when they walk beats 

I guess they hold a grudge 'cuz I won't budge 

Playin' tough, starin' down da judge with my hands cuffed 

Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, aw yeah 

Now, I'm up outta here 

Pigs look me up and down with a frown 

Is it 'cuz I'm brown or is it I'm from Bucktown? 

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Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Got five MC's that wanna come test 

We got ya nooses hangin' over da trees 

Bring on your sounds kid, drown by my massive 

Kill your body, boy, and take your lover for hostage 

Knock, knock, maybe not the four shots empty 

On the violator that was sent out to get me 

I'm tore up from the floor up and every thing's black 

But still I'm on point ready to buck, ain't nothin' sweet Jack 

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Bucktown, I represent it on the love, love 

Deeply rooted from my Tims to by dick above 

Don't sweat the bulge comin' from my hip 

Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool click 

Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark 

Heltah Skeltah smirks while you're gettin' torn apart 

Here come the Rude Boys with the ganja plants 

Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot Camp 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Home of da originoo, home of da originoo 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Another murderer, just another prankster 

Rude Boy dead 'cause he thought he was a gangsta 

Tried ta live da life of a hood from the streets 

Test da wrong dread, now I'm in eternal sleep 

Mr. Ripper I lurk in da stuy 

Twist da ganja 'cause I want ta get high 

With my Breaddren, a boodah session, learn ya lesson 

Or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun 

Bucktown's everywhere I swear 

It's clear to me, you feel the weed, now I really see 

Night falls around the way, Originoo heads come out to play 

Puff herb, break day, it's just a regular, everyday state of being I 

Mind holds the weight, rhymes free the mind in time 

I find reality follows me where I roam, 360 degrees back home in 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz 

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz