Interpret:

Young Buck

Album:

Straight Outta Ca$hville

[Intro - Young Buck]
 Uh-oooh
 Young Buck
 Dirty south, yeah


[Chorus - Young Buck]
 I hear him talkin' but he bout to get that ass stomp
 Watch I get the club crunk, I'mma make him stomp
 We ain't playin', wanna front? Get that ass stomp
 Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp
 Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
 Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off
 Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
 Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off


[Young Buck]
 I'm Cadillac'in through the hood, sittin' on 24s
 TVs playin', rims spinnin', blowin' plenty dro
 Don't have to mention, when you pimpin' you get plenty hos
 It's all on you if you gon' trick or you gon' get your dough
 I know I got these haters mad, I can love that
 When you got love for the streets they give you love back
 Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared
 Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my chain anywhere
 If you gon' represent your hood what you waitin' on?
 Security better back up when they play this song
 And we 'bout fifty strong, please don't make us do you wrong
 My click of guerillas, they got they G-Units on
 All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin'
 Come on take it outside, let me see somethin'
 Wha-wha-wha-what now? Don't get bu-bu-bucked down
 Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get shu-shut down
 Now where you from? Who the boss? I'mma break him off
 Where you from? Who the boss? Let me break him off


[Chorus]


[The Game]
 G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta Compton,
 Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin'
 Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in
 Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin'
 Low rider out front, I'm trying to get into somethin'
 Step on Banks, shoot one more time and I'mma start bustin'
 Rows gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth
 And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty-dirty south
 I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL
 Just tryin' to fuck Mya, cause Dre said sex sells
 Don't be mad at the rocks in my fuckin' chain
 Don't be mad cause your bitch chose Buck and Game
 You see the logo tatted on my neck
 The same one I'm autographin' on the chest
 Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on house arrest
 And on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West
 Now, stomp, G-G-G-G-Unit
 Now, stomp, G-G-G-G-Unit


[Chorus]


[Ludacris]
 Motherfucker,
 I'm a monster in this game, similar to the Loch Ness
 My rhymes are nappy rooted, some verses got a process
 The truth in this booth, ain't no doubts when I'm rappin'
 If I say it I've either done it, or it's 'bout to happen
 When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26s people dumb out
 If lifes a crack game I'm rolling sevens on the come out
 These rappers think I'm ignorant, love saying my name
 Cause maintainin' my fish tank and they house cost the same
 Ask me, I'd say I made it and it sure wasn't luck
 Because hustlers relate to me and some are younger than Buck
 You see I'm married to my music, but we got a prenup
 So if that bitch don't act right I'm still gettin' my cut
 My deals never get screwed, my contracts practice abstinence
 I'm masterin' this program, hazin' these undergraduates
 So pimpin' "Be Easy", quit catchin' feelings
 Cause you worth a couple hundred-grand and I'm worth millions
 Nobodys thinkin' bout you plus your beef ain't legit
 So please stay off the "T.I.P." of my dick


[Chorus]