Testi di Buckin' Em Down - LL COOL J

Buckin' Em Down (originale)

Yeah, man the flavour, flavour
YEEEAAAHHH!!!
Ah yeah, who we doing?
(Chorus: LL Cool J)
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down.
buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
(LL Cool J)
Ninety-three comin’off with the flicks and the rough shit
Packin’nigga’s kicks with black pits
Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot!
spit the juice
and let the hot-ass-lead-loose (*gun shots*)
Let it fly, betty-bye if you’re ready to die
Kickin’your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why
I make your Benz seem obsolete G Rippin’your ass discretely, if you meet me Puttin’bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints
You’ll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
Another young black man just caught a case
Not from?
texa-mase?, from gettin’funky like a staircase
(Chorus: LL Cool J)
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down.
buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down.
buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
(LL Cool J)
Yeah, what a scene, pullin’a Tech
with an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin’up the block with mad Tech shots
Drop the glock, puttin’crackheads in headlocks
Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckn’you down from my two-seater
Rippin’shit for the brothers who ain’t here
Killin’bears and kickin’snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady buckin’butts
Lettin’moonlight in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the jams
You’ve got posse, but are you nice with your hands?
(Chorus: LL Cool J)
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down.
buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
(LL Cool J)
Biggin’them up and the rippin’them up and the
shakin’them up and the pickin’them up and the
biggin’them up and the rippin’them up and the
shakin’them up and the pickin’them up and the
biggin’them up and the rippin’them up and the
shakin’them up and the pickin’them up biggin’them up and the rippin’them up and the
shakin’them up and the pick…
(Chorus: LL Cool J)
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down.
buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
(LL Cool J)
Draggin’you flower-ass rappers outta clubs
Thinkin’it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the style
Connect, can never be ripped by a surburban child
Gun smoke, bananza on the block yeah
When all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring emcee scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to handle a vandal
You’ll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin’to front like you’re packin’lead
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a spiro
And now you got more beef than a jiro
Peep the balistic, kick, slick, quick
flip a script-a-slips, but that ain’t new shit
Burnin’ya crib doooowwwwnnnn!!!
I’m frontin’personal, he’s hearin’how a nine sounds
Busy-quizick, the?
disare?
is in Fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin'
(Chorus: LL Cool J)
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down.
buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down.
buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down
Buck, buckin’em down, buck, buckin’em down…

(traduzione)

Sì, amico, il sapore, il sapore
SIEEAAAHHH!!!
Ah sì, chi facciamo?
(Ritornello: LL Cool J)
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buttali giù.
buck, buckin'em giù
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
(LL Fantastico J)
Novantatré arrivano con i film e le cazzate
I calci di Packin'nigga con buche nere
Dente a sciabola, la verità, ha-coot!
sputare il succo
e lascia che il culo caldo si sciolga (*colpi di pistola*)
Lascialo volare, arrivederci se sei pronto a morire
Calciandoti il ​​culo e puoi chiedere a Keith Sweat perché
Faccio sembrare la tua Benz obsoleta G Rippin'your ass discretamente, se mi incontri Faccio buchi di proiettili nelle tende, niente impronte digitali
Ti prenderai una pallottola nel culo mentre salti la recinzione
Un altro giovane uomo di colore ha appena preso un caso
Non da?
texa-mase?, da gettin'funky like a staircase
(Ritornello: LL Cool J)
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buttali giù.
buck, buckin'em giù
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buttali giù.
buck, buckin'em giù
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
(LL Fantastico J)
Sì, che scena, pullin'a Tech
con una rivista in più sui jeans larghi
Bagnando il blocco con pazzi colpi Tech
Lascia cadere la glock, mettendo i crackhead nelle serrature
Come un ghepardo con i miei battitori
Dieci millimetri, buck, butt giù dalla mia due posti
Storie di merda per i fratelli che non sono qui
Killin'bears e kickin'snitch proprio fuori dal molo
Glock piena di viscere, grinfie costanti
Lettin'moonlight in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam nel tuo culo per le marmellate
Hai posse, ma sei gentile con le mani?
(Ritornello: LL Cool J)
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buttali giù.
buck, buckin'em giù
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
(LL Fantastico J)
Ingrandirli e strapparli e il
scuoterli e raccoglierli e il
ingrandirli e strapparli e il
scuoterli e raccoglierli e il
ingrandirli e strapparli e il
scuotendoli e raccogliendoli allargandoli e strappandoli su e il
scuotendoli e il piccone...
(Ritornello: LL Cool J)
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buttali giù.
buck, buckin'em giù
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
(LL Fantastico J)
Trascinandoti dai club i rapper asino di fiori
Pensando di pagare troppo, bagnali come una colomba
Ma nello slang, nel discorso, nello stile
Connect, non può mai essere strappato da un bambino di periferia
Fumo di pistola, banane sul blocco sì
Quando tutta la merda era morta, avrei potuto fare un'offerta
Conferire emcee arrampicarsi, smantellare
Non giocare mai e cercare di gestire un vandalo
Ti prenderai una quaranta testa al rialzo con i tuoi falsi dreadlocks
Cercando di affrontare come se fossi in testa
Gli stupidi vanno bene in uno spiro
E ora hai più carne di manzo di un jiro
Sbircia il balistico, calcia, slick, veloce
capovolgi un copione, ma non è una merda nuova
Lettino Burnin'ya doooowwwwnnnn!!!
Sono di fronte al personale, sta sentendo come suona un nove
Busy-quizick, il?
disare?
è in frizzante la sua vita, le visite erano noiose
(Ritornello: LL Cool J)
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buttali giù.
buck, buckin'em giù
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buttali giù.
buck, buckin'em giù
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down
Buck, buckin'em down, buck, buckin'em down...