Duck

Hey! Here comes the funk of the future And I can rock a rhyme from a corner up to Hoover The Westside kid, quick to do a bid Just watch me cock the Glock and make room Shit man, I got a twelve gauge with the infrared scope I found the TEC-9, I used to be a baby loc But now I'm a G, psycho, crazy Fuck what you sayin, buck-buck and I'm Swayze In my rag coupe, front and back, and it's quick Humps with the bumps with that three-wheel shit Cause that's all you need when you need to be poppin Bust a U-turn on three wheels by the cops and Damn it feels good to be trife, youknowI'msayin cuz Who got the chronic, cause I'm buzzed I got a black MAC-11, sendin fools to heaven Get the fuck out my way, this Compton fool, just (Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) Yo, I'm finna bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) Yeah I'm about to bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) Ayo check it They be like, "He's a maniac!" Yeah bitch and that's real Get the fuck up out the car and just peel Yo punk I said break before I crash you in the grill With the ass of my Glock, watch the blood spill Gangstas got love for the nigga King Tee Just ask 'em who's the great, wait, watch 'em scream me Quick with the punch, rollin like hunch Comin with the real shit, runnin with a bunch of Crazy niggas with pliers, hammers and pliers Your money and your bud plus the Daytons and the tires I be doin so low you can't get under Niggas can't see me, ask Stevie Wonder Blazin the chronic, bumpin Delfonics And my shit's SCREAMIN, like that group Onyx But hey, I'm the man that'll bust that ass open When I was young my BB gun even had a scope, so (Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) Yo I'm finna bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) ...bust some rounds and I'm (Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) ...bout to bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) Hahahaha Well goddamn it's King Tee with the funky bum rush Smoked a lot of herb but I never hit the dust I can wreck them effects cause I ain't got my check baby This ain't no rump shakin shit, I'm goin crazy I think I'm goin out of my head I said I think I'm goin out of my head So E-Swift, since you're rulin the cuts Gimme the gun and just DUCK! C'mon! Yo I got a black case, but it ain't for the mace It's for the fo'-fo' I use to blast you in the face Cause I be actin kind of trife, like my nigga T-La Cock the hammer, blow your ass out your socks and your Filas Which way did he go? Which way did he go? Niggas don't know I gots to play them down low Punks jump up and get blasted to the ground So motherfucker duck, I'm about to bust around (Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) Here we go! (Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) Yo, I'm finna bust some rounds on ya (Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds (Buck! Buck!) Yo yo yo yo (Buck! Buck!) This what happens for you fake ass niggas (Buck! Buck!) And you wannabe players, and you punks (Buck! Buck!) You better bust down when I bust rounds (Buck! Buck!) This what happens when West Coast wrecks (Buck! Buck!) YouknowI'msayin peace out to Pharcyde and Alkaholiks (Buck! Buck!) DJ Pooh, Daz, and E-Swift (Buck! Buck!) Dr. Dre and Snoop, the bomb niggas (Buck! Buck!) Ice Cube, Lench Mob (Buck! Buck!) YouknowI'msayin and Thug Life forever (Buck! Buck!) YouknowI'msayin, 2Pac, 2Pac