Bukshot
Bukshot & A. Lee of The Mob & Slugga Boyz & Hostile (Rapper)
Bukshot & A. Lee of The Mob & Hostile (Rapper) & The King (Singer)
Bukshot & & Big V
Bukshot
Bukshot
Bukshot & Hurraseason & A. Lee of The Mob & G-Mack & & Big V &
[Intro: Vito Banga]
This is straight outta KY. I bring to you Bukshot: The Problem and right now you're getting ready to learn a valuable lesson
[Verse 1: Bukshot]
Straight outta KY, crazy motherfucker named Bukshot (that's me)
Smashing through The Ville in a red trop
I'm a dump-truck dumping lead rocks
When I let it Buk (ca ca ca ca ca ca), heads rock
If I'm caught off (yeah), I got a sawed-off (yeah)
Lets it go, someone's getting hauled off (bow)
12-gauge pump is the tool (that's right)
Don't make me act a motherfucking fool
Gots a Louisville slugger named Fuck Y'all
Funny thing, I don't even play ball
Black fitted, black T, I can get wicked in these black PCs
A.P.B. calling on cars
They looking for the drop, switch to the dime
Should call Hoes (where you at?)
Hull a throw away
Meet me at the spot, don't forget the throwaways
[Bridge: Vito Banga]
Yeah, this guy here. Some say he's tall but, that cast a big shadow. A. Lee you ready? Get in there
[Verse 2: A. Lee]
It's A. Lee in the motherfucking flesh for real (yeah)
With three ghetto motherfuckers and they dressed to kill (what up?)
Best believe they in all black (yeah)
You carry them long mags riding in the Lac strapped ready for combat (come on)
This ain't a game it could (naw) get you, itch your head (yeah)
Or get your face televised you'll be missing it
I don't hang around with lames in the games I'm not winning, bruh (naw)
Thinking that I'm pussy a crime will be committed bruh
This ain't a movie dawg (naw), we really with it
Got something we want best believe we gon' get it (get a hit)
Put it to they face let these motherfuckers feel it
Exposing all pussies, I'm the one that's gon' reveal it, yeah (come on)
Man you ain't talking 'bout nothing (naw)
A whole lot of lip (lip), a whole lot of fronting (yeah) nigga don't be surprised when my niggas start coming (yeah)
And bullets start flying and shells start dumping
It's nothing
[Bridge: Vito Banga]
I know what y'all been hearing is dope. Everybody have they own pace going here and going there with it. But me I'm a man of speed like like, Bukshots S.R.T. Sluggaz give it to 'em
[Verse 3: Mixed Magic]
Who the fuck is that?
Mixed Magic wraps don't crack your plastic baggies
Wrap it up and then sell it for the L.O
Straight out KY what's up hello
You know me, fucked up bitches
Mob-style music, fuck yo clique
You cats won't buck, put up yo fists and see if a nigga don't bust yo shit
These niggas must think I'm scared
Through this homie, I'm prepared
When guys see these Glocks and pumps like Buk what's good just pop the trunk
Ups with beef, I'm down more ride
I cut you peoples down to size
You fuck with me you bound to die
I'll fucking eat you clowns alive
[Verse 4: Ghost B]
Yeah, and I pick it up, I do it like I wants to
KY motherfucka ride for my soldiers
Hate like my bitch, she don't give you money choke her
Won't roll over to my pockets on Oprah
Cocky and I'm doper
I be in my zone bruh
Superhero Batman rappers need to joke her
See me no more, yeah they call me Ghost bruh
Mob-style music, little buddy it is over
[Bridge: Vito Banga]
Last but not damn least, big fellow. They tell me nine dogs slept in his shadow. Hoes what it is. Hit 'em with all you got
[Verse 5: Hostile]
Straight outta KY mufuckas call me Hostile
And who you rolling with?
Shit you know I'm mob-style
It's time to mob now
Hoes stay suited up
Sluggers on deck, mufuckers get recruited up (yeah)
I hit the 6-4, talking 'bout interstate
Fuck a low-low, riding high since '98 (yeah)
Go and get my plate, I'm hungry as a bird
Shit really ain't fine, two of these bitches I swear
It's like fishing in a barrel with a double-barrel
I'm hitting bitches at your funeral like my name was Will Ferrell
Then I'ma call up Bukshot and make a little magic
Never see the shit coming like a motherfucking ghost got 'em
Get 'em, got 'em good
Get 'em, put 'em in the woods
To the coons and the possums and the birds homie taste good
[Outro: Vito Banga]
This is mob-style music. This is a problem. This message was brought to you by Vito Banga of the Nappy Roots. And I damn approve this message
Straight Outta KY was written by Hostile (Rapper) & Slugga Boyz & A. Lee of The Mob & Bukshot.
Straight Outta KY was produced by Seven.
Bukshot released Straight Outta KY on Tue Jan 18 2011.