| 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 | |
| Hook |
| 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 uturn 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 mack11, 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 eswift | |
| Since you rule in the cuts, give me the gun and just duck, come on | |
| Eswift: | |
| Yo, i got a black case but it ain' t for the mase | |
| It' s for the 44 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 | |
| Hook |
| 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 uturn 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 mack11, 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 eswift | |
| Since you rule in the cuts, give me the gun and just duck, come on | |
| Eswift: | |
| Yo, i got a black case but it ain' t for the mase | |
| It' s for the 44 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 | |
| Hook |