Buckshot (feat. KRS-One & DJ Premier) (Explicit)
Macklemore"Buckshot (feat. KRS-One & DJ Premier) (Explicit)" is a song by Macklemore, released in 2016 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:26 long and contains 75 lines and 598 words.
0:11I used to work at Subway
0:13Seven bucks an hour wasn't much money
0:15But I be rapping and kicking it on my lunch break
0:18Like "I'mma make it out this motherf*cker one day"
0:21I was in the back, back seat of the bus before a bluetooth
0:24Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger deuce-deuce
0:27H on my crew, we get drunk, a little coo-coo
0:29Type of dudes who square up and knock a tooth loose
0:32Quick to the basement, the, the, the basement
0:35That is the window I'm planning to vacate with
0:38Pops put on bars just in case somebody breaks in
0:40That's not gonna stop me from getting to the pavement
0:43Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus stop
0:46I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck cops
0:49And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, puck rock
0:51And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot
0:54Window to window and wall to wall
0:57Can of Krylon, we out to bomb
0:59(Buckshot)
0:59Four in the morning I'm with the squad
1:02There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go
1:05Window to window and wall to wall
1:07Can of Krylon, we out to bomb
1:10Four in the morning I'm with the squad
1:13There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go
1:16Just copped that new Boot Camp tape
1:18The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too much bass
1:21Bang, bang, let me do my thing
1:24Give me two cans and you gon' know my name
1:27You don't want to get involved
1:28You know I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog
1:31You know I be dippin' through these alleys tryna diss the law
1:33Sixteen with Adidas on
1:35I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm gone
1:38I got game, don't need to talk anymore
1:40Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some more
1:43I was underground where he came from and he pop out a hole
1:45Cracked the top back on the flat black aerosol
1:48I woke up in the morning and I had a vision
1:51These suit and ties got the nerve to call it vandalism
1:53They hella mad, say my art is really bad for business
1:56But I'mma paint a better world until the cans are empty
1:59Now let it drip, let it drip
2:02If they catch me doing dirt I'll plead the fifth
2:04I pop a top, I brought my Glock
2:07Speakers bumpin', I was on that Buckshot
2:10Window to window and wall to wall
2:13Can of Krylon, we out to bomb
2:15(Buckshot)
2:16Four in the morning I'm with the squad
2:18There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go
2:21Chill-chill-chilin' with the crew
2:24Just writing my name in graffiti on the wall
2:27Who-who-who is he?
2:29(Yeah, knowledge reigns supreme)
2:30Got the world following the...
2:32Turn up the CD or turn up the TV
2:34Turn up your T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, crank up the PC
2:37See, my boys are really PC if you're talking graffiti
2:40See, we call it aerosol art when we splatter the city
2:43I got twenty five cans in my napsack
2:45Crossing out the whick-whack
2:46TIOS's ain't even get that
2:48Fat tips and black books, yo, we rep that
2:51149th street bench is where we slept at
2:54Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap
2:56Those are not my words, the spray can said that
2:59Where them reds at, or them green turquoise?
3:02Where my real graf writers? Make some noise
3:05Chill-chill-chilin' with the crew
3:07Just writing my name in graffiti on the wall
3:10Who-who-who is he?
3:13(Macklemore)
3:14Got the world following the...
3:26(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)
I used to work at Subway Seven bucks an hour wasn't much money But I be rapping and kicking it on my lunch break Like "I'mma make it out this motherf*cker one day" I was in the back, back seat of the bus before a bluetooth Got the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger deuce-deuce H on my crew, we get drunk, a little coo-coo Type of dudes who square up and knock a tooth loose Quick to the basement, the, the, the basement That is the window I'm planning to vacate with Pops put on bars just in case somebody breaks in That's not gonna stop me from getting to the pavement Shh, meeting Jerome at the bus stop I got the bigger roll, paranoid buck cops And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, puck rock And a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot Window to window and wall to wall Can of Krylon, we out to bomb (Buckshot) Four in the morning I'm with the squad There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go Window to window and wall to wall Can of Krylon, we out to bomb Four in the morning I'm with the squad There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go Just copped that new Boot Camp tape The neighbors keep complaining 'bout too much bass Bang, bang, let me do my thing Give me two cans and you gon' know my name You don't want to get involved You know I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog You know I be dippin' through these alleys tryna diss the law Sixteen with Adidas on I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' through these streets, I'm gone I got game, don't need to talk anymore Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some more I was underground where he came from and he pop out a hole Cracked the top back on the flat black aerosol I woke up in the morning and I had a vision These suit and ties got the nerve to call it vandalism They hella mad, say my art is really bad for business But I'mma paint a better world until the cans are empty Now let it drip, let it drip If they catch me doing dirt I'll plead the fifth I pop a top, I brought my Glock Speakers bumpin', I was on that Buckshot Window to window and wall to wall Can of Krylon, we out to bomb (Buckshot) Four in the morning I'm with the squad There we go, there we go, there we go, there we go Chill-chill-chilin' with the crew Just writing my name in graffiti on the wall Who-who-who is he? (Yeah, knowledge reigns supreme) Got the world following the... Turn up the CD or turn up the TV Turn up your T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, crank up the PC See, my boys are really PC if you're talking graffiti See, we call it aerosol art when we splatter the city I got twenty five cans in my napsack Crossing out the whick-whack TIOS's ain't even get that Fat tips and black books, yo, we rep that 149th street bench is where we slept at Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap Those are not my words, the spray can said that Where them reds at, or them green turquoise? Where my real graf writers? Make some noise Chill-chill-chilin' with the crew Just writing my name in graffiti on the wall Who-who-who is he? (Macklemore) Got the world following the... (Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)
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