Bucktown USA

Lyrics

[Intro: Tek] Yeah, y-y-yeah. Once again [Verse 1: Steele] Bucktown USA is the place where I rest Should I say chill 'cause there ain't no rest for me yet Shit, I can't say chill 'cause the property's hot Got to get it while the getting could be got or get not 'Cause of those who cock-block or those who get not Spilling beans like a cook to them crooked-ass cops (To all my G's) Don't snooze 'cause they crews in blues and whites Coming to the PJ's, looking for fights Mr. Officer, cool down your temper. Me just cool You n'alf fi come like no murderer. I try To do my thing, and you try to take me in Have me stressed with a bunch of dope fiends in the pen Then again, that's the place where you see the same face in the street Everybody got to charge the beat Once again, facing the magistrate with a screwface Bounce on the D.A.T., ST beat a new case [Hook: Cocoa Brovaz] Bucktown! Home where the grass is greener And all the Gods and Earths choose to call it Medina Bucktown! The place where I received my roots Got put on to this loot and got my first Timb boots Bucktown! See me in a GS 3-0-0 On the side of the road, getting harassed by popo Bucktown! Home of my BCC, and every- -body that I roll with be family [Verse 2: Tek] Boot Camp's the way of life for a loner like me Constantly holding courts in the street with police Like the sergeant 81st, "pretty boy" is what they call him They said he was a gunman, duke is kinda brawlic Speaks with an accent, Guyanese I would imagine A hot-headed dred known for jumping into action We danced a few times, he got his, I got mine Called the whole force up to pat us down for the chron Said it's all about a quota, and his veins bleed blue. Your man Rudy Giuliani fucked it up for you. Ain't gonna Be no dice-throwing. Dead that weed-blowing Domestic violence, automatic five, he ain't joking, and you First offenders? You're getting hit like predicates Going through the system just for standing on the strip Gotta keep an open eye when it's time to cop la From thirsty-ass D's and unmarks riding by [Hook: Cocoa Brovaz] Bucktown! Home where the grass is greener And all the Gods and Earths choose to call it Medina Bucktown! The place where I received my roots Got put on to this loot and got my first Timb boots Bucktown! See me in a GS 3-0-0 On the side of the road, getting harassed by popo Bucktown! Home of my BCC, and every- -body that I roll with be family [Verse 3: Cocoa Brovaz] [Tek] Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz and bank-safe-crackers Pot-pushing hustlers and everyday jackers Where flossing can cost you if you don't ride with the right crew All hold big heat and bust off when they confront you I still do smoke buds with the thugs About to face the judge, show all my niggas love I can't knock the hustle. Get your cream by all means Do what you gotta do to live, to feed you and your seeds [Steele] Bucktown's everywhere I see Representativz living Nocturnally, breaking day On the regular (Regular). All-night is alright with us As long as we can get rid of the red, we get the better, but Never (Never) lose your head, just maintain Only use the kush in pain to ease your brain No strain when Tek and Steele bang, ain't shit changed from birth Three-sixty degrees, on to them other planes [Hook: Cocoa Brovaz] Bucktown! Home where the grass is greener And all the Gods and Earths choose to call it Medina Bucktown! The place where I received my roots Got put on to this loot and got my first Timb boots Bucktown! See me in a GS 3-0-0 On the side of the road, getting harassed by popo Bucktown! Home of my BCC, and every- -body that I roll with be family [Outro: Tek] Fam