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I walk around town with my pound strapped down to my side | No frontin', just in case I gotta smoke some | Around here headz don't act their age
I walk around town with my pound strapped down to my side No frontin', just in case I gotta smoke some Around here headz don't act their age Ya might be another dead boy on the front page Enter the cipher withcha lighter El's are ready prepare to run another all nighter But keep watch for the cops 'cuz they rock glocks Comin' on the block tryin' to rock knots Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us niggaz from da streets 'Cuz we stalk mad deep when they walk beats I guess they hold a grudge 'cuz I won't budge Playin' tough, starin' down da judge with my hands cuffed Standing there with my nappy hair and my dirty gear, aw yeah Now, I'm up outta here Pigs look me up and down with a frown Is it 'cuz I'm brown or is it I'm from Bucktown? Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Got five MC's that wanna come test We got ya nooses hangin' over da trees Bring on your sounds kid, drown by my massive Kill your body, boy, and take your lover for hostage Knock, knock, maybe not the four shots empty On the violator that was sent out to get me I'm tore up from the floor up and every thing's black But still I'm on point ready to buck, ain't nothin' sweet Jack Bucktown, I represent it on the love, love Deeply rooted from my Tims to by dick above Don't sweat the bulge comin' from my hip Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool click Nowhere to run, ambush lurks in the dark Heltah Skeltah smirks while you're gettin' torn apart Here come the Rude Boys with the ganja plants Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot Camp Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Home of da originoo, home of da originoo Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Another murderer, just another prankster Rude Boy dead 'cause he thought he was a gangsta Tried ta live da life of a hood from the streets Test da wrong dread, now I'm in eternal sleep Mr. Ripper I lurk in da stuy Twist da ganja 'cause I want ta get high With my Breaddren, a boodah session, learn ya lesson Or get blasted by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun Bucktown's everywhere I swear It's clear to me, you feel the weed, now I really see Night falls around the way, Originoo heads come out to play Puff herb, break day, it's just a regular, everyday state of being I Mind holds the weight, rhymes free the mind in time I find reality follows me where I roam, 360 degrees back home in Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz
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