Get Buck Lyrics - Buck Tha World - Young Buck

(Intro) 

Yeah! Get 'em Buck! 

(Verse 1) 

OK! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it 

I got 'em like HEY! Got 'em rollin 

The kush on the way and the champagne frozen 

Watch me do my thang, I got these hoes open 

I'm ridin presidential like the shit that I'm smokin 

Water wih' the work, Petrom on my shirt 

And a zip ain't shit I need a quarter P of Purp 

'Gon break it down, pass it all around 

I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown 

Them dope boys in this bitch like, let me buy that 

Broke niggas in this bitch like, let me try that 

I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow 

Mr. Tennakey I still get 'em for the low though 

Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go 

Can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know 

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(Chorus) (*Ladies replying to Young Buck) 

Haters tryin to ban a nigga mayne (It's OK!) 

I bounce back watch me do my thang (It's OK!) 

I got my Chevy hoggin up the lane (It's OK!) 

I'm a boss I can make it rain (It's OK!) 

Now get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

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(Verse 2) 

Let's play the game I'm the quarterback, don't stop homey 

I go to jail if I get sacked, so block for me 

Eightball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin 

Got the whole club leanin wit' it, and body rockin 

Drunk drivin in my Cut dawg, I got my truck parked 

Seventy Two Tennessee Titan like what up y'all?! 

I'm home boy, holla at ya homeboy 

Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy 

First come first serve, fuck what ya heard 

I'm piecin out my pack till I come up on a bird 

Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin on these hoes 

They know me at the bank love me at the jewelry stores 

I play it how it goes, the butterfly doors 

On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes 

These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go 

(I bet he got a vest) No but I got my tech though 

(Chorus) (*Ladies replying to Young Buck) 

Haters tryin to ban a nigga mayne (It's OK!) 

I bounce back watch me do my thang (It's OK!) 

I got my Chevy hoggin up the lane (It's OK!) 

I'm a boss I can make it rain (It's OK!) 

Now get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang) 

(Outro) 

Yeah you know what it is, how we do the damn thang down here 

Nigga what you workin with? 

Yeah, hey my nigga now don't be in the club, throwin ya rent money, be broke in the mornin 

Have us laughin at ya broke ass, yeah where my dope boys at? 

Yeah! Shawty I see you! Now pick up that god damn money! Hey! LET'S GO!