King tee: Hey! here comes the funk of the future And I can rock a rhyme from perquorma to hoover The westside kid, quick to do a bid Just watch me cock the glock and make room Shit man I got a 12 guage with the infared scope I found a tec 9 it use to be a radio But now I’m a g, psycho, crazy Fuck what you say and buck buck and I’m suazy In my rag coup, front and back and it’s quick Punks with bump and that 3 wheel shit Cause that’s all you need when you need to be poppin’ Bust a u-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and Damn if feels good to be triflin’, you know what I’m sayin’ cuz? Who got the wallet, cause I’m buzzed I got the black mack-11, sendin’ fools to heaven Get the fuck out my way, this is compton fool just...
Hook: Duck!duck! I’m about to bust some rounds. Duck!duck! I’m fiendin’ to bust some rounds. Duck!duck! yeah, I’m about to bust some rounds Duck!duck!
King tee: Yo check it, they be like "he’s a maniac!" Yeah, bitch ant that’s real, get the fuck up out the car and just peel Yo punk I said right before I crash you in the grill With the ass of my glock, watch the blood spill Gangstas got love the nigga king tee Just ask ’em who’s the great weight, just watch ’em scream me Quick with the punch, rollin’ like clunch Coming with the real shit, runnin’ with a bunch of crazy niggas with wires Hammers and plyers, your money and your blood Plus the daytons and them tires I be goin’ so low, you can’t get under Niggas can’t see me, ask stevie wonder, blazed in the chronic Bumpin’ delphonics, 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 me bb gun even has a scope so...
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King tee: God damn it’s king tee with the funky bumrush Smoke a lot of herb, but I never hit the dust I can wreck them efx cause I ain’t got my check baby This ain’t no punk shakin’ shit, I’m goin’ crazy I think I’m goin’ out of my head (say what!) I said I think I’m going out of my head, so e-swift Since you rule in the cuts, give me the gun and just duck, come on
E-swift: Yo, I got a black case but it ain’t for the mase It’s for the 4-4 I use to blast you in the face Cause I be actin’ kind of triflin’ like my nigga tela Cock the hammer blow you out your socks and your filas Which way did he go? which way did he go? Niggas don’t know, I got to play the down low Punks jump up and get blasted to the ground So motherfucker duck, I’m about to bust a round
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Copy to Clipboard: King tee: Hey! here comes the funk of the future And I can rock a rhyme from perquorma to hoover The westside kid, quick to do a bid Just watch me cock the glock and make room Shit man I got a 12 guage with the infared scope I found a tec 9 it use to be a radio But now I’m a g, psycho, crazy Fuck what you say and buck buck and I’m suazy In my rag coup, front and back and it’s quick Punks with bump and that 3 wheel shit Cause that’s all you need when you need to be poppin’ Bust a u-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and Damn if feels good to be triflin’, you know what I’m sayin’ cuz? Who got the wallet, cause I’m buzzed I got the black mack-11, sendin’ fools to heaven Get the fuck out my way, this is compton fool just...
Hook: Duck!duck! I’m about to bust some rounds. Duck!duck! I’m fiendin’ to bust some rounds. Duck!duck! yeah, I’m about to bust some rounds Duck!duck!
King tee: Yo check it, they be like "he’s a maniac!" Yeah, bitch ant that’s real, get the fuck up out the car and just peel Yo punk I said right before I crash you in the grill With the ass of my glock, watch the blood spill Gangstas got love the nigga king tee Just ask ’em who’s the great weight, just watch ’em scream me Quick with the punch, rollin’ like clunch Coming with the real shit, runnin’ with a bunch of crazy niggas with wires Hammers and plyers, your money and your blood Plus the daytons and them tires I be goin’ so low, you can’t get under Niggas can’t see me, ask stevie wonder, blazed in the chronic Bumpin’ delphonics, 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 me bb gun even has a scope so...
Hook
King tee: God damn it’s king tee with the funky bumrush Smoke a lot of herb, but I never hit the dust I can wreck them efx cause I ain’t got my check baby This ain’t no punk shakin’ shit, I’m goin’ crazy I think I’m goin’ out of my head (say what!) I said I think I’m going out of my head, so e-swift Since you rule in the cuts, give me the gun and just duck, come on
E-swift: Yo, I got a black case but it ain’t for the mase It’s for the 4-4 I use to blast you in the face Cause I be actin’ kind of triflin’ like my nigga tela Cock the hammer blow you out your socks and your filas Which way did he go? which way did he go? Niggas don’t know, I got to play the down low Punks jump up and get blasted to the ground So motherfucker duck, I’m about to bust a round
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