Mr. Walt - Bucktown USA lyrics

Yeah Y-Yeah Once again Bucktown USA is the place where I rest Should I say chill cause there ain't no rest for me yet sh**, I can't say chill .cause the property's hot Got to get it while the gettin' could be got or get not Cause of those who co*k block, or those who get not Spillin' beans like a cook to them crooked a** cops To all my G's don't snooze Cause they crews in blues and whites Comin' to the PJ's lookin' for fights Mr. Officer cool down your temper Me just cool you n'alf to 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 thew street Everybody got to charge the beat Once again Facin' the magistrate with the screwface Bounce on the D.A. TS done beat a new case Chorus: Bucktown Home where the gra** is greener And all the gods and earths choose a court in Medina Bucktown The place where I received my roots Got put on to this loot And got my first Tim boots Bucktown See me in the G-S-3-0-0 On the side of the road Gettin' harra**ed by po-po's Bucktown Home of my B-C-C And everybody that I roll with, the family Boot Camp's the way of life for a loner like me Constantly holdin' courts in the street with police Like the sergeant 81st, pretty boy is what they call 'em Said he was a gun man, 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 crime Said it's all about a quarter and his veins bleed blue Your man Rudy, Giuliani f**ed it up for you Ain't gonna be no dice throwin' Dead that weed blowin' Domestic violence, automatic five, he ain't jokin' Now you first offenders are gettin' hit like predicates Goin' through the system just for standin' on the strip Gotta keep an open eye when it's time to cop la From dirty a** deeds and unmarks ridin' by (Chorus) Home of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz And bank safe crackers Pot-pushin hustlers and everyday jackers When flauntin' get cautioned if you don't ride with the right crew ?????????????????? and bust off when they can front on you I still do Smoke buds with the thugs About to face the judge Show all my n***as 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 Bucktown's everywhere I see Representatives livin' nocturnally Break a day on the regular All night is all right with us As long as we can get rid of the red we get the better But never lose your head, just maintain Only use the cushion pain to ease your brain No strain When Tek and Steele bang Ain't sh** changed from birth B-C-C degrees, on to them other planes (Chorus) Fam