Testi:
Young Buck Buck The World

10 000 chevaux. Sable Island. Ete sans fin. Oh mon dieu, je suis pret a voler, fou de tristesse, etre sans ami. Je n?ai pas de culture, rien, mots

it off, I'm about to blast first [Chorus: w/ ad libs] [Outro: Young Buck] HEY! Yeah Niggaz know who it is nigga It's ya homeboy Young Buck motherfuckers

up man There aint to many niggas that can do it like I can When the records aint sellin and the the snitches start telling mothafucka they yellin get em buck

the chrome You fuck up, you get bucked, Buck'll getcha Push a knife through your chest boy I ain't fuckin wit'cha [Young Buck:] The Unit's my hood, my

what I do to you (I ain't fuckin wit you niggaz) Uh-uh, I ain't fuckin wit you, I ain't fuckin wit you Cuz [Young Buck:] Fuck y'all He used to be a hustler

shit to me man, No its like I didn't do so much man I aint got no shit to show for man, no fuck the world man, no Buck the world, yeah Buck the world

can pick ya ass up, yeah Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga) Bitch you better buck nigga (bitch you better buck nigga, YEAH!) [Interlude: Young Buck

standin wit my glock In this bitch like move I need some elbow room got me spillin liquor why the club close so soon burn this bitch up we bout to get buck

1:] Now Even Tho I Mite Trick A Little I Kno U Love The Way I Work The Middle U Look Good In Them High Heels Girl Ur So Hood Wen Ur In Our Lil World Shoppin