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Yo Yo Buck, word up Get up in 'em You know it's that nigga from the Tribe Yo let these niggas know what's up son, aight? Bounce to this, you don't wanna miss this Get into this, this is that shit that make 'em all flip They all want a piece Some keep a steady mind, some get geese Now what be the shit that make them niggas think When they ship come in, they shit won't sink Everybody you meet on your way up, get beat down So if you burn a bridge, how you gonna cross town? Think about it now, and cry later A motherfuckin money maker so I die greater And everytime I get them visions in my head Everything is red, gettin high from the stimuli Very blurry-eyed dread, said to be, Buck the B-D-B When you smoke your sensimilla, hope you take out your seeds And watch your back for them bitches who act shady With another lady friend to try to serve you with gravy Menage, I almost got caught, what could I say? Fallin for the lust I almost got bust Friday But safely stowed, got up by the most high Eased out yo, into some next bullshit, I'm like yo Chorus: Evil Dee Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this All my hip-hop heads bounce to this Bounce to this, bounce to this Mr. Buckshot say Hip-hop, set out in the park Niggas comin through with the heaters to bark I always had to be around some shit Showin motherfuckers I be down for shit Real quick to do my justice Walk the streets and stay close to my musket Bust this everytime I hit the corner, I know that's at night Niggas always wanna see a fight Crowd around and like cause a scene Some dumb nigga might pop off a shot in the air for props Followed by the cops in the ghetto bird Swoop down and hit them niggas while they standin on the curb What a herb, kick off a shot in the air Make the crowd scatter, kid you shoulda splurged Now all I see is a fleet of D.T.'s Comin in the direction of B-D-B Kick up dust, can't get bust, duck and dodge See they wanna shoot the Gods, fuck it they wanna hit all of us Chorus: Evil Dee Bounce to this, in your Pinto You can bounce to this, in your five double-oh You can bounce to this, in your Mustang You can bounce to this, let it bang, let it bang You can bounce to this, on the block that you on You can bounce to this, pollyin on your horn, c'mon When a finesse pulled up in a GS Double-breast to protect the lungs that I blow sess from Yes, now I got time to press Early visions in my head of seein you in that red dress Back door, it's the V.I.P. for B-D-B Classic '83 type jewelry, sport gold nugget, fuck it Rugged individual and make a profit from it That's why I love it and I get mine Promote the bump and grind, sip the liquor to a lime Every girl'll be a dime, see it's showtime And every motherfucker online wanna hit somethin Niggas need to stop frontin Chorus: Evil Dee Bounce to this, bounce to this, bounce to this All my hip-hop heads bounce to this Bounce to this, bounce to this Mr. Buckshot say Bounce to this, in your three-two-oh Bounce to this, in your five-four-oh Bounce to this, in your seven-four-oh You can bounce to this, blazin on hydro, ohh What what, if you smoke a ounce you can bounce to this Huh, in the club you can bounce to this Up inside your Jeep you can bounce to this In the projects you can bounce to this Fuck it, in the suburbs bounce to this Huh, in the curb you can bounce to this Fuckin with the herb you can bounce to this What what, what what, 5FT Evil Dee, Buckshot the B-D-B Back at your ass for the nine now Don't bite the style, motherfucker, BOO-YAA!!