Buck Wild Lyrics - I Need A Haircut - Biz Markie

Hey I'd like to tell you a little story 

About my man named dee 

Yo, even from when he was little 

He was like kinda on a tough tip 

Doin all that stuff 

But, i'ma tell you the way.. 

.. it should really go like.. 

.. the way he would say it now check this out 

When I was young, he always dreamed of bein rich 

But compared to then, that'd been a big switch 

Drivin big cars, wearin rings and ropes 

But man without a plan all he had was hopes 

So he sat down, and thought, what he wanted to be 

But it seems, no occupation had appeal to dee 

He didn't wanna be a doctor, he don't like school 

It wasn't that he was dumb, he just thought he was too cool 

Cause all the moneymakers and the big-time crooks 

He never ever seen none of them carryin books 

He used to be on the block, do whatever they pleased 

Never had a nine to five, but still clocked g's 

Harold reuben, freewood ave would make a man of them too 

And he thought, yeah that's the life, he wanna do like they do 

So he start to flip and cut class with the big boys 

Take other kids toys, cause he didn't dig noid 

He'd rather run the block and watch the hustlers play 

And he'll say, he wanna be just like that one day 

He used to run in the stores, steal cookies and candy bars 

Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars 

But never did the thought even pass 

At the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class 

So when report cards came, all he received was a f jack 

And he got his neck smacked, for cold gettin left back 

But yet and still, he didn't care 

Cause to him, school's for the birds so he didn't belong there 

When he was only eight he hung out with the pros 

And he went, from stealin candy, to boostin clothes 

He used to dip out the class, go straight to the mall 

And he'll take, anything from anybody at all 

His neighbors used to ask his mother "brown what's wrong witcha child? 

He done robbed my damn house again, yo that kid is buck wild.." 

Yo, I don't know whassup, but he be buggin word up 

Yo that yo.. I'm just sayin like this 

I don't whassup, but 

I think you will understand a little bit more of the situation 

I'ma say like he would say it, on this second part 

So just check this out aight? 

Just kick it one two three, go head, go head man, go head 

He was a crook -- at the age of nine 

Do whatever it took -- he'll rob you blind 

Snatchin pocketbooks, robbin blind ol men 

Way back when.. when he was only ten 

Then when he was in 5th grade, he carried a switchblade 

Tried to stay rich to keep him and his bitch paid 

And if he ever had to travel somewhere far 

Take a bus? pssh - he'd go steal him a car! 

He'd always choose to live his life the wild way 

Tag? ! russian roulette is what he'll play 

His moms and pops told him when he first reached junior high 

The way you live determine just how soon you die 

And he didn't care because to him it was fun 

And he was only thirteen when he got his first gun 

He robbed stores and did stick-ups frequently 

Gave a new name to juvenile delinquency 

And yeah you know that, he, was on the go 

Seven days of the week, he kept his pockets full of dough 

But he was headed for a dead end fast 

Cold riskin his ass for petty cash that didn't last 

Went back and forth to jail six times 

For stolen cars and stick-up and various crimes 

So when he sit in his cell, he reminisce as a child 

It don't pay to do crime today, so don't be buck wild..