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Lirik Lagu Buckshot with Ryan Lewis, KRS-One & DJ Premier - Macklemore

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I used to work at SubwaySeven bucks an hour wasn’t much moneyBut I be rapping and kicking it on my lunch breakLike I'mma make it out this motherfucker one dayI was in the back, back seat of the bus before a bluetoothGot the boombox and a blunt, bootlegger deuce-deuceH on my crew, we get drunk, a little coo-cooType of dudes who square up and knock a tooth looseQuick to the basement, the, the, the basementThat is the window I’m planning to vacate withPops put on bars just in case somebody breaks inThat’s not gonna stop me from getting to the pavementShh, meeting Jerome at the bus stopI got the bigger roll, paranoid buck copsAnd all my city’s known for grunge, flannel, puck rockAnd a bunch of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot
Window to window and wall to wallCan of Krylon, we out to bombFour in the morning I'm with the squadThere we go, there we go, there we go, there we goWindow to window and wall to wallCan of Krylon, we out to bombFour in the morning I'm with the squadThere we go, there we go, there we go, there we go
Just copped that new Boot Camp tapeThe neighbors keep complaining ‘bout too much bassBang, bang, let me do my thingGive me two cans and you gon’ know my nameYou don’t want to get involvedYou know I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dogYou know I be dippin' through these alleys tryna diss the lawSixteen with Adidas onI’m too speedy for police I’m chiefin' through these streets, I’m goneI got game, don’t need to talk anymoreBoppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some moreI was underground where he came from and he pop out a holeCracked the top back on the flat black aerosolI woke up in the morning and I had a visionThese suit and ties got the nerve to call it vandalismThey hella mad, say my art is really bad for businessBut I'mma paint a better world until the cans are emptyNow let it drip, let it dripIf they catch me doing dirt I’ll plead the fifthI pop a top, I brought my GlockSpeakers bumpin’, I was on that Buckshot
Window to window and wall to wallCan of Krylon, we out to bombFour in the morning I'm with the squadThere we go, there we go, there we go, there we go
Chill-chill-chilin' with the crewJust writing my name in graffiti on the wallWho-who-who is he?Got the world following the
Turn up the CD or turn up the TVTurn up your T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, crank up the PCSee, my boys are really PC if you’re talking graffitiSee, we call it aerosol art when we splatter the cityI got twenty five cans in my napsackCrossing out the whick-whackTIOS’s ain’t even get thatFat tips and black books, yo, we rep that149th street bench is where we slept atClep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clapThose are not my words, the spray can said thatWhere them reds at, or them green turquoise?Where my real graf writers? Make some noise
Chill-chill-chilin' with the crewJust writing my name in graffiti on the wallWho-who-who is he?Got the world following the