Songtexte:
Hole In Da Bucket

a nickel or a quarter I don't have any change so I'm steppin' along and as I'm walkin' past he sings to me a song... (chorus) There's a whole in the bucket

di ball a kickoff, Eli Manning ah laugh Brady hurt him foot him deh pan di wayside We put you back in di past New England dead, quick fast Buck up pan

Imma mix it wit the Isatol, ten thousand pills and these bitches ain't no Tylenol (ughh) Big nuts like bowling balls, 30 thoughand dollar charm and a hole in da

their own medicine Electrocute 'em, light 'em up like Con Edison She got no fear five rings in their ear, holes in their nose Way-out clothes, living life to the fullest buck

I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Something ain't right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin' a blank like Uh, da di da ,

In the dark, yo, I do this alone That's the reason why I don't shake hands, in case I gave you a phone That's a buck fifty, long hickey, when I strike

Beat ya silly like a tire - tappin trucker I see this ho is waitin for me Muthafucka, tell a friend I gotta glock that bucks harder than a drill team

your chin before I crept nigga Welcome to your own death Chorus x6 Nigga welcome to your own death (BUCK! For them who don't know bout loc to da brain

New Jack Ci-tay Set It Off with the eighty-fitay Y'all missin the buck, with the fuck Bump Biggie in the trunk and the buck to my thorough bitches Lemme