Nightclub Fight Club - Buck That! | Текст песни

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• Nightclub Fight Club
• Buck That!

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Hook:
Buck that! Baby doll
Buck that! 'chu waitin for?
Fuck that! everybody in the party hit the floor
God damn! how you movin
God damn! 'chu learn to do that?
Got jams! everybody in the party burnin through em
Move that! gimme somethin
Move that! 'chu wanna bump it?
Do that! everybody in the party love the ruckus
Buck that!(baby doll
Buck that! 'chu waitin for?
Fuck that! everybody in the party hit the floor

Intro Freestyle:
Yo, we bout to get right into the flow
like, hold your nose! under the water, here it goes
So cold that the microphone stuck to my tongue
but I still run tracks, so let's buck that

V1:
Buck that, everybody in the party hit the floor
hard, I'm sick of bitches in the party gettin low
start losin your mind, I wanna see you psycho
rip somebody's head off, yeah that's what I like, yo
tight clothes, bitch can rock em right yo
Nightclub Fight Club bring the beats and tight flows
I'ma hit the bar up, make the vodka/sprite flow
take a swig and I'm antarctic, I'm makin ice flows
that cold, yeah baby girl I'm the one you after
that hot, yeah baby boy I'm a damn disaster
Class act bastard, private party smashin,
cheatin with the opposite sex and just laughin
fuckin in the club bathroom type of guy
people who know me, they hate me, and I can see why
but all that shit be forgiven
whenever the DJ grab an NCFC track and spin it

v2:
Buck that, you damn drunk son of a bitch
I wanna see the whole dancefloor swingin they fists
I'll leave you in stiches, punchlines are so vicious
I'ma sell 'em as a weapon like a independent business
JP is crazy, I'm dumb on the mic
like Helen Keller readin shit on poetry night
I'm freaky, flowin it right, you couldn't hold me tonight
you try to see me, I'll beat you once no one's in sight
I'm tellin people to "hit the floor" so damn often
I'm startin to feel like a bank robber and I just walked in
stuffin you in a coffin, bury you so you locked in
my flow is a toxin, your immune system cannot win
antibiotics could never purge me
possessed by holy flowin from me someone call the clergy
The priest and the pastor, cardinal and the pope
I'm like Da Vinci's Code, but I can't be cracked, I'm straight dope

Outro Freestyle:
Buck that, you bitch niggas can take a dick, suck that
I leave you flattened like a bug splat
I hit you with a flyswatter
Indian water-of-fire comin from my mouth, there's no hotter
yo, you bitches bow down, touch the ground
I touch the sky with my sound yo
Every track's explosive, that's why we countin down
and if music be the food of love, then I be Alton Brown