[Intro: LL Cool J]
  Yeah, man the flavour, flavour
  YEEEAAAHHH...!!!
  Ah yeah, who we doing?
    [Chorus: LL Cool J]
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
    [LL Cool J]
  Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit
  Packin' nigga's kicks with black pits
  Saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot! spit the juice
  and let the hot-ass-lead-loose [gun shots]
  Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die
  Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why
  I make your Benz seem obsolete G
  Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me
  Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints
  You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
  Another young black man just caught a case
  Not from ?texa-mase?, from gettin' funky like a staircase
    [Chorus: LL Cool J]
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
    [LL Cool J]
  Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Tech
  with an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
  Wettin' up the block with mad Tech shots
  Drop the glock, puttin' crackheads in headlocks
  Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters
  Ten millimeter, buck, buckn' you down from my two-seater
  Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here
  Killin' bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier
  Glock full of guts, steady buckin' butts
  Lettin' moonlight in your head-pull-puds
  Def Jam in your ass for the jams
  You've got posse, but are you nice with your hands?
    [Chorus: LL Cool J]
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
    [LL Cool J]
  Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
  shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the
  biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
  shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the
  biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
  shakin' them up and the pickin' them up
  biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
  shakin' them up and the pick...
    [Chorus: LL Cool J]
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
    [LL Cool J]
  Draggin' you flower-ass rappers outta clubs
  Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
  But in the slang, in the speech, in the style
  Connect, can never be ripped by a surburban child
  Gun smoke, bananza on the block yeah
  When all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
  Conferring emcee scramble, dismantle
  Never gamble and try to handle a vandal
  You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
  Tryin' to front like you're packin' lead
  Dumb-dumbs are fine in a spiro
  And now you got more beef than a jiro
  Peep the balistic, kick, slick, quick
  flip a script-a-slips, but that ain't new shit
  Burnin' ya crib doooowwwwnnnn...!!!
  I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a nine sounds
  Busy-quizick, the ?disare? is in
  Fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin'
    [Chorus: LL Cool J]
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down. buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
  Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down...