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Bucktown Usa Lyrics - Singles - Cocoa Brovaz

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 

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 

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