Dr. Dre - Buck 'Em lyrics

[Produced by Dr. Dre] [Intro: Snoop Dogg] (Buck 'em) Damn, this sh** sound low then motherf**er in my earphones Alright, yeah that's it right there n***a [Verse 1] As soon as the ba** hits your dome Snoop Dogg grabs the chrome And gets in your system Shootin off rhymes like a pistol f**in your click off with this blow This ho, that ho make me rich Snoop Dogg please won't you break that b*atch I'm back in the game gettin my dough And f** any motherf**er that say it ain't so Do it to em, D.O Cause on the real, dog you the hardest n***a we know We shakin em off, breakin em off Shot him in his face and now they takin him off Here's a shoutout to those with a plot out Fool we should have got out, now you gettin popped out I'm not out to diss but to get my chips And smash, pa** with cash And blaze the spliff now pa** the fifth For real n***a did you hear me? Ya heard You ran up and got served, ha ha Now ain't that a trip (what what) You need to get up off of that bullsh** C'mon [Hook: Sticky Fingaz] (Buck 'em, Buck 'em) Young beast to Fort Greene Dirty or clean, n***a the money is all green (Buck 'em, Buck 'em) co*k it back, ya know me Every n***a look the same behind a stocking cap (Buck 'em, Buck 'em) sh** on waisted Rather see d**h then be locked down in metal bracelets (Buck 'em, Buck 'em) Don't make a difference n***as in the hood is still broke and can't fix it [Verse 2] (Buck em), the scene is set (set) And it's a million b**h n***as bout to straight get wet I walk em all in the street (Buck em), I cuff they hands and blind they eyes and hog tie they feet (Buck em), with no remorse n***a cut em down Love the way we shut em down, sh** it ain't funny now Used to be my buddy pal, n***a wet and bloody now n***a where your homies now, half them n***as funny style (Buck em), it's bout to get sh**ty now Doggy bout to get him now cause you better sit him down n***a what up now, you act like a b**h You bound to get f**ed you trick a** snitch (Buck em), boy we on a rampage Rippin up this damn stage, yeah it's still a G thang Slammin doors, slappin hoes Cuz f** videos, I get a hundred for shows If you ain't got the papers I ain't got the time to sit and chat about the motherf**ing vapors Biach, don't even trip You need to raise up off of that bullsh** C'mon [Hook] (Buck' em)