BBU - Jukin' on Landmines lyrics

[Hook]x2 BBU, ADHD we do it for the cause Juke or die f** the law Get yo back up off that wall Get yo back up off that wall Get yo back up off that wall Get yo Get yo Get yo back up off that wall [Epic] I had a dream the other day that I was dancin' with Assata She was pop lockin', livin' free without the drama The problems of tomorrow were left right there on the dance floor My man's sporty scene Luther Vandross We was in Palestine Jukin' on landmines The war was on standby And shorties with hands high Tellin' us don't stop It's givin' us hope, watch I'm doin' the robot It's shorties with sure shots(shock?) An AK, 2Pac: rockin' some tube socks Smokin' a blunt Singin' it's bigger than hip-hop (?) an' the sh** stop I'm back in my own crib I grab my notebook And that's when I wrote this I was like, “Oh sh**! I had just wrote this!” Stole the soul track Straight to some juke sh** This BBU sh** Lyrics you move with It's a new movement Go hard or you lose it Go hard or you— [Hook] [Ja**on] So knock if ya buck If ya'll give a damn Then go n' throw it up

You see that middle finger? Yeah, n***a, that's what's up See this is for my wipe me down And my ay-bay-bays When you see me in the club Wipe me down o-k-k-k? Yeah baby girl gon' pa** me by A boy like me was born on the far side Don't even try I fire at these crackers like it's Fourth of July! So f** any y'all tryin' to bring the ruckus Ja**on Perez that boy ain't nothing to f** with And if you don't like it you can get your bu*t kicked And if you want conscious, n***a, listen to Rawkus [Hook] [Illekt] Yo, it's young P. Rico f** a star-spangled banna Ain't no need to excuse my manna Don't get it twisted Nah, I ain't Juelz Santana But yeahhhh My crew got bandanas and hammas and we Rushin' the White House On some grammar school sh** Yeah We just tryin' get that white out, lights out Yeah, we jukin' in celebration We institutin' a new declaration And we got that soul like, De- la Amd fela Kuti, we make that sh** You can bump in your hoopty Sittin' on them daytons and spokes I'm old school like Kool Keith So let me clear my throat Ah-huh! Ah-huh! (Ah-hahaha!)