Buck Wild

Hey I'd like to tell you a little story

about my man named Dee

Yo, even from when he was little

he was like kinda on a tough tip

Doin all that stuff

But, I'ma tell you the way..

.. it should really go like..

.. the way he would say it now check this out

When I was young, he always dreamed of bein rich

But compared to then, that'd been a big switch

Drivin big cars, wearin rings and ropes

but man without a plan all he had was hopes

So he sat down, and thought, what he wanted to be

But it seems, no occupation had appeal to Dee

He didn't wanna be a doctor, he don't like school

It wasn't that he was dumb, he just thought he was too cool

Cause all the moneymakers and the big-time crooks

he never ever seen NONE of them carryin books

He used to be on the block, do whatever they pleased

Never had a nine to five, but STILl clocked G's

Harold Reuben, Freewood Ave would make a man of them too

And he thought, yeah that's the life, he wanna do like they do

So he start to flip and cut class with the big boys

Take other kids toys, cause he didn't dig noid

He'd rather run the block and watch the hustlers play

And he'll say, he wanna be just like that one day

He used to run in the stores, steal cookies and candy bars

Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy cars

But never did the thought even pass

at the time, he 'posed to have his behind in class

So when report cards came, all he received was a F jack

And he got his neck smacked, for cold gettin left back

But yet and still, he didn't care

Cause to him, school's for the birds so he didn't belong there

When he was only eight he hung out with the pros

And he went, from stealin candy, to boostin clothes

He used to dip out the class, go straight to the mall

And he'll take, ANYTHING from anybody at all

His neighbors used to ask his mother "Brown what's WRONG witcha child?

He done ROBBED my damn house again, yo that kid is buck wild.."

Yo, I don't know whassup, but he be BUGGIN word up

Yo that yo.. I'm just sayin like this

I don't whassup, but

I think you will understand a little bit more of the situation

I'ma say like he would say it, on this second part

So just check this out aight?

Just kick it one two three, go head, go head man, go head

He was a crook -- at the age of nine

Do whatever it took -- he'll ROB YOU BLIND

Snatchin pocketbooks, robbin blind ol men

way back WHEN.. when he was only ten

Then when he was in 5th grade, he carried a switchblade

Tried to stay rich to keep him and his bitch paid

And if he ever had to travel somewhere far

Take a bus? PSSH - HE'D GO STEAL HIM A CAR!

He'd always choose to live his life the wild way

Tag?! Russian Roulette is what he'll play

His moms and pops told him when he first reached Junior High

the way you live determine just how soon you die

And he didn't care because to him it was fun

and he was only THIRTEEN when he got his first gun

He robbed stores and did stick-ups frequently

Gave a new name to juvenile delinquency

And yeah you know that, he, was on the go

Seven days of the week, he kept his pockets full of dough

But he was headed for a dead end fast

Cold riskin his ass for petty cash that didn't last

Went back and forth to jail six times

for stolen cars and stick-up and various crimes

So when he sit in his cell, he reminisce as a child

it don't pay to do crime today, so don't be buck wild..

Ay that that that's a little bit of a lesson

for all the kids out there you know now

Yeah yeah yeah you know what I'm sayin

And this is comin from

The Grand High Exalted Mystic Ruler

Ain't no one cooler

In 7th grade I had a teacher named Mr. Dulah

who used to wear his pants up to his chest

And I want you to just listen

cause.. this is no joke, so don't be buck wild..