Текст песни Bucktown Usa

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Once again

Bucktown USA is the place where I rest

Should I say chill 'cause there ain't no rest for me yet

Shit, I can't say chill 'cause the property's hot

Got to get it while the gettin' could be got or get not

'Cause of those who cop block or those who get not

Spillin' beans like a cook to them crooked ass cops

To all my G's, don't snooze 'cause they crews in blues and whites

Comin' to the PJ's lookin' for fights

Mr. Officer cool down your temper

Me just cool you n'alf to come like no murderer

I try to do my thing and you try to take me in

Have me stressed with a bunch of dope fiends in the pen

Then again that's the place where you see the same face in the street

Everybody got to charge the beat

Once again, facin' the magistrate with the screw face

Bounce on the D. A. T. S. T. B., the new case

Bucktown

Home where the grass is greenah

And all the Gods and earths choose a court in Medina

Bucktown

The place where I received my roots

Got put on to this loot and got my first Tim boots

Bucktown

See me in the G. S. T. O. O.

On the side of the road, gettin' harassed by po-po's

Bucktown

Home of my B.C.C.

And everybody that I roll with, the family

Boot Camp's the way of life for a loner like me

Constantly holdin' courts in the street with police

Like the Sergeant 81st, pretty boy is what they call 'em

Said he was a gun man, duke is kinda brawlic

Speaks with an accent, Guyanese I would imagine

A hot-headed dread known for jumpin' into action

We danced a few times, he got his, I got mine

Called the whole force up to pat us down for the crime

Said, it's all about a quarter and his veins bleed blue

Your man Rudy Giuliani fucked it up for you

Ain't gonna be no dice throwin', dead that weed blowin'

Domestic violence, automatic fire, he ain't jokin'

Now you first offenders are gettin' hit like predicates

Goin' through the system just for standin' on the strip
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Gotta keep an open eye when it's time to cop la

From dirty ass deeds and unmarks ridin' by

Bucktown

Home where the grass is greenah

And all the Gods and earths choose a court in Medina

Bucktown

The place where I received my roots

Got put on to this loot and got my first Tim boots

Bucktown

See me in the G. S. T. O. O.

On the side of the road, gettin' harassed by po-po's

Bucktown

Home of my B.C.C

And everybody that I roll with, the family

Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz

And bank safe crackers

Pot-pushin' hustlers and everyday jackers

When flauntin' get cautioned

If you don't ride with the right crew

Or hope [Incomprehensible] and bust off

When they confront on you, I still do

Smoke buds with the thugs

About to face the judge, show all my niggaz love

I can't knock the hustle, get your cream by all means

Do what you gotta do to, liveto feed you and your seeds

Bucktown's everywhere I see

Representatives livin' nocturnally, break a day on the regular

All night is all right with us

As long as we can get rid of the red we get the better

But never lose your head, just maintain

Only use the cushion pain to ease your brain

No strain when Tek and Steele bang, ain't shit changed from birth

B.C.C. degrees, on to them other planes

Bucktown

Home where the grass is greenah

And all the Gods and earths choose a court in Medina

Bucktown

The place where I received my roots

Got put on to this loot and got my first Tim boots

Bucktown

See me in the G. S. T. O. O.

On the side of the road, gettin' harassed by po-po's

Bucktown

Home of my B.C.C.

And everybody that I roll with, the family