Laulunsanoja:
Young Buck The Blues

headbanger Yah, I got a gang of shits Styles guns my Uzzie wieghts a mutha-fuckin' ton Bucking down one, bucking down two Bucking down your crew, mutha fuck you Pigs were blue

you amped, yo Got hoodrat bitches carryin' birds on the public transpo Niggaz in the hood that go out like Rambo They hot since 138th had that [unverified] Young Buck

's twenty four's I'm holdin' my ground in case somethin' goes down Uh, yeah don't fall for a big butt and a smile They set ya up you f*** around have to buck

] True blue [true blue] 'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother] True blue [true blue] 'cause I'm a jungle brother [jungle brother] True blue [true blue

and down) (so then what happened?) So he put the mic down and picked the guitar up (picked the guitar up) (and then he what?) Started singin the blues

types, girls who've got the look A red bone with good muscle tone, a young cocoa delight, Wood-panel brown girl who is down, more game then Icy Mike, Young

my crew pop trunk in that BMW steady swang and bang on them fuckin thangs Im out the South a young G letten nuts hang I bring another young G in on this

Just keepin' it calm, kickin' dubs from my laces I'm puckin' a Dre in the escalade basic Don't you fuckin' play, 'cuz I escapade faces Buck fifty a gram

the script on the bitch and get violent And we high on Mary Jane amphetamines Cutting they ears off ten year sergeant veterans I'm like a young pig