Correction Lyrics Buck 'Em by Snoop Dogg

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[Snoop Dogg]
(Buck 'em)
Damn, this shit sound low than a motherfucker in my earphones
Alright, yeah that's it right there nigga

As soon as the bass hits your dome
Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome and gets in your system
Shootin off rhymes like a pistol
Fuckin your click off with this blow
This ho, that ho make me rich
Snoop Dogg please won't you break that biatch
I'm back in the game gettin my dough
And fuck any motherfucker that say it ain't so
Do it to em, D.O
Cause on the real, dog you the hardest nigga we know
I'm shakin' 'em off, breakin' 'em off
Shot him in his face and now they takin him off
Here's a shoutout to those with a plot out
Fool we should have got out, now you gettin popped out
I'm not out to diss but to get my chips
And smash, pass with cash
And blaze the spliff now pass the fifth
For real nigga did you hear me? Ya heard
You ran up and got served, ha ha
Now ain't that a trip (what what)
You need to get up off of that bullshit
C'mon

[Sticky Fingaz]
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
Young beast to Fort Greene
Dirty or clean, nigga the money is all green
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
Cock it back, ya know me
Every nigga look the same behind a stocking cap
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
Shit on wasted
Rather see death then be locked down in metal bracelets
(Buck 'em, Buck 'em)
Don't make a difference
Niggas in the hood is still broke and can't fix it

(Buck em), the scene is set (set)
And it's a million bitch niggas bout to straight get wet
I walk em all in the street (Fuck em)
I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet
(Fuck em), with no remorse nigga cut em down
Love the way we shut em down, shit it ain't funny now
Used to be my buddy pal, nigga wet and bloody now
Nigga where your homies now, half them niggas funny style
(Fuck em), it's bout to get shitty now
Doggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him down
Nigga what up now, you act like a bitch
You bound to get fucked you trick ass snitch
(Fuck em), boy we on a rampage
Rippin up this damn stage, yeah it's still a G thang
Slammin doors, slappin hoes
Cuz fuck videos, I get a hundred for shows
If you ain't got the papers
I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherfucking vapors
Biatch, don't even trip
You need to raise up off of that bullshit
C'mon

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