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Crooked I - Can I Git Bucc (ft. Soopafly & Daz Dillinger)
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Artist: Crooked I (feat. Soopafly & Daz Dillinger)
Song: Can I Git Bucc
Produced by: Soopafly
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Intro: (Daz Dillinger)

Yes, yes yall,yes yes yall, yes, yes, yes,
yes,yall
Yes yes yall, yes yes yall, yes, yes, yes,
yes,yall
We got some people on the microphone here tonight
They coming to give you to you rough, rugged, and raw
You know that westcoast feel, yeah

Verse 1: (Daz Dillinger)

Watch out its creep to, what the fuck can he do, pow
Slowly but surely death comes to get you
Fuck a posse homeboy, I run with a gang
Blasting niggaz for anything, looking sneaky, looking strange
Me and my couples from the pass kick ass
Smoke a pound of gras every doubt about cash
Glocks, ski mask, we be on mash
Clash, crash and blast so don't even try to ask
I'm rough, roughed, and raw, and what you see you just saw
What happen when Dat Nigga Daz, on the mic rappin
I take control and move you body and soul
With just one ho, I move the crowd with a flow

Chorus: (Daz Dillinger & Soopafly)

Can I get bucc, Can I get bucc
To all my homies and my ridaz who don't give a fuck
Who acting to tough, and acting to rough
Come around here nigga, get bucc

Verse 2: (Soopafly)

Three motherfuckers in action
We blast niggaz for asking the ghetto fab satisfication
Barrel directed to bone marrow, hit cha
Infiltrated to get cha, damage whole completed vanish
That you cant mannish
Its them gangsta and pimps that leave with heated clips
Now you cant hide during the day, we make you Gladis Knight like plips
Mashing on these niggaz for chips
If you wanna ride dip, come together like these rules and rips should
Throw up your hood, its all good
Nigga what, gangsta anemic stripe
Super moster, with a thirty-eight heater with my holster
Blasting who ever stop me from rocking coast to coast
I burn and roast a nigga who figure that
When you pull out a strap we aint riden,
Now where my gangstas at (Right Here)
Show up to blow up your block
Out for the cream like the crop
I tell these niggas don't stop

Chorus: (Daz Dillinger & Soopafly)

Can I get bucc, Can I get bucc
To all my homies and my ridaz who don't give a fuck
Who acting to tough, and acting to rough
Come around here nigga, get bucc

Verse 3: (Crooked I)

To all of my niggas cuttin crack bridges
Staking riches, dipping something vicious
Tapping switches, macking and cracking bitches
This rapping business is phony as hell
So Ima ride til they throw me a L
Like all of the homies in jail
I'm gun cocking, con cock the shot the block, so
I can clock a knot Hit the spot with my trunk knocking
Drop tops is the what the poppa pushes
Barring more arms than octopuses
Gauges and Glocks and bushes
Ready to start the conflict
You off chronic, I'm of atomic energy
Literally, thinking of the bomb shit
Mob wit me, don't mash alone
I share barone, hoes who love to blow on bones like a saxophone
And when these niggas think they Al Kapone
It only takes three steps, draw, squeeze, shoot,
you gone
So who am I, Crooked I, who are they Daz and Soopafly
Hold the ruger high, stay true to my click

Chorus: (Daz Dillinger & Soopafly)

Can I get bucc, Can I get bucc
To all my homies and my ridaz who don't give a fuck
Who acting to tough, and acting to rough
Come around here nigga, get bucc
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