Juster - Buck Your Head lyrics

Buck ya head, buck ya head to the lyrics that I read The J is in the house and on ya a** like the feds, yes The soul is in the rhythm and the rhythm's in the soul Buddha in ya head 'cuz ya came in with a roll, puff Puff, toke it out, can you feel the funky vapours? The Juvenile got the sack and the Ba** is in the papers Going round and round like a song from little Tevin And the guitar got you higher than a 747, funky, feel it I deal it like the boys from Cypress Hill but when I'm getting ill, yo I'd never have to k**, just chill with a vibe from the tribe in the jungle Acting like an animal ready for a rumble and when I hit the party I buck my head, I'll buck it in your hous I'll buck it in your bed, baby do you like it? Who cares what they said With the rhythm in your head, yeah Buck ya head, can I get a slow clap? Do it just one time 'cuz like Kid Frost said There ain't no sunshine if ya can't check it Acting like a criminal, 25 to life And you know it's pretty critical If you can't buck, buck to a funky ba** line Standing on the corner playing with a tech nine Packing and attacking 'cuz ya whacking for a ducket I'm macking to the hoochies bro 'cuz I say f** it Gotta just roll with a song in my mainframe Like Heavy I got my own thang, holding off the gang bang Cops get scandalous thinking that I'm vandalous The color that my flannel is, thinking you can handle this Joke's on you because ya never had me faded I just give you the finger the reason why I'm hated 'Cuz I gotta roll even if my eyes are red Psycho beta buck down 'cuz I buck, buck my head Buck ya head once again doin' it like a crazy jester Lighting up the block like my name is Uncle Fester Like Bo Jackson, maxing and it's coming from the hip Motivate the crowd when I, running off the lip If this was a drug, I'd throw it in the sack Dope to get them moving 'cuz I'm pumping up the tracks Filling up a party and I rock the coliseum, making the crazy funk So the people come to see 'em, word I bet ya never heard about the funky Supercalifrajilisticexpedalojunky Dosing up the fix coming, straight from the forty I might have been a hood but I've never been a shorty 'Cuz when I'm on the stage I flow it to a tempo Louder than 12 gauge blasting at your temple If it's blue or red, you know what I said The lyrics that I read that go buck ya head