Bucktown USA

[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]
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