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  Shit, 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 cop block, or those who get not  Spillin' beans like a cook to them crooked ass 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-T-S-T-B, the new case    Chorus:  Bucktown  Home where the grass is greenah  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-T-0-0  On the side of the road  Gettin' harrassed 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, ????? 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 Rudey, Juliani fucked it up for you  Ain't gonna be no dice throwin'  Dead that weed blowin'  Domestic violence, automatic fire, 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 ass 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 niggaz 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 shit changed from birth  B-C-C degrees, on to them other planes    (Chorus)  Fam