Texty:
Buck Cherry

Saturday's child stays home Nothing to say so long Well, well, well Another day Well, well, well Another day Grocery store, ten bucks Just making change for plastic cherries

I be climbin' through your window Like I'm fuckin' Broadman Look I'm Shady Aftermath Put your head in a scope A bank roll with the bucks It's what these

no Eddy Bower, no scary cowards You better check tha Y E L A W O L F Buddy I'm in ya ash tray like a toenail clip Flick, flick the cherry, don't ash

Mile, G-Unit's on my feet Got a cherry lowrider in the N-Y-C Eve took me to Philly, never been to the pen Been to Uptown with 50, seen niggaz in Timbs I done seen Young Buck

a salty Tampa Bay boiled peanut (I hit a jet black ass in the back seat of a Nova) Oh yeah? Well, a hoe five oh, pulled me over I swear, doing about a buck

t stop Brooklyn and the kids heat up the stovetop Banging the empire state and navigating the way Your preservation makes the greatest hip hop The cool dudes swagger little cherry

then you's a balla' You gots no bucks? You gets no fuck You better find you a foot dragon slow mutt You got big bucks? You like the trick bucks? You

fat Go to sleep, I wake you up What? What? What? What? In ya crib, tie you up What? What? What? What? Hot oil on ya gut Get bucked, get bucked Iraq

I'm a B. Boy Cherried up, got em p-noid. Let the whole world know; I'm a B. Boy! Swing first, I'mma destroy - you a curse I'm a B. Boy Cherried up, got