Duck Sick Lyrics
| Song | Duck Sick |
| Artist | Compton's Most Wanted |
| Album | It's a Compton Thang |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Allen, Manuel, Tyler | |
| (Intro: sample from Audio Two's Top Billin'): | |
| (You was jealous, it's all your fault) | |
| (What's up, punk?) | |
| (You was jealous, it's all your fault) | |
| (Pretty soon it's a homie you're grievin') | |
| (You was jealous, it's all your fault) | |
| (Got beef? What a pity) | |
| (You was jealous, it's all your fault) | |
| (Verse 1: MC Eiht ) | |
| Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter | |
| Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote a- | |
| Nother funky rap about your jealous conflict | |
| How you diss C.M.W, boy, you ain't said shit | |
| Your senses should tell ya: kick it, don't be a hero | |
| Equipped to whip is Eiht, unlike a zero | |
| I gotta hitcha, or get witcha | |
| Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a picture | |
| Hmmm, it's kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing | |
| Take you serious? I think about it while I'm blazing | |
| Only then will my reaction show | |
| How I chill and let my tempo flow | |
| Too sorry is the name for your rap | |
| No competition, dissin', boy, you need to be slapped | |
| Eiht ain't no punk, so learn it quick | |
| Oh yes, p.s., C.M.W., and you can get my duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| You can get my duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| (Verse 2: Tha Chill ) | |
| I don't believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax? | |
| Makin demos on your tape deck tracks | |
| You did a show, and I heard it was wack | |
| You tossed our records, think I tossed right back | |
| You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper | |
| In better words, you go down like King Cooper | |
| So stop your little dissing, saying that I can't handle | |
| I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle | |
| Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must've | |
| Heard the word, new jack, I'm not a buster | |
| Always down to bust a record, a party, know what I mean? | |
| But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for cream | |
| So period, end of story, don't even bore | |
| Me, Tha Chill MC, claim to gory | |
| So that's it, the Eiht and Chill is the shit | |
| (Chill) Word, and you can get the duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Yo, you can get my - duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Yeah - get the duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Get the duck sick {Word up} | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| (Verse 3: MC Eiht ) | |
| Wait a minute, hold up, punk, I know you're kiddin' | |
| Sayin E can't hang, you're bullshittin' | |
| I'm not a rookie, meaning a beginner | |
| If fakin' was a sin, you'd be a sinner | |
| Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin' | |
| Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin' | |
| You come across like a two-bit sucker | |
| Tryin' to compare with a hard motherfucka | |
| Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect | |
| I heard you did a show on your Mom's tape deck | |
| Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin' to diss | |
| A victim of a violent crime on the list | |
| So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils | |
| Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples | |
| Conflict you pick, you're sick | |
| You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the E's duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Yeah, you can get the E's duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| School 'em | |
| (Verse 4: Tha Chill ) | |
| Now, who got you hip to be a rapper? | |
| You sorry jack-ass (You punk whipper snapper) | |
| Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin' | |
| On Eiht and Chill (Geah, ain't no sleepin') | |
| Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread like AIDS | |
| Hip-Hop, C.M.W. gets paid | |
| Always down to dunk the funk | |
| Or clownin' down a weak-ass punk | |
| The beef you got, to Chill, don't mean shit | |
| Just a test I have to pass to show I'm on hit | |
| And Tha Chill's on hit, legit | |
| With the E I don't quit | |
| I grab a chair and a whip | |
| Like a lion, suckers I'm tamin' | |
| Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I'm gamin' | |
| So watch me rip, 'cause you suckers is on a ego tip | |
| Stupid suckers, yo you can get Chill's duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| What you say, E? | |
| Get the duck sick | |
| Get the duck sick | |
| Yo, who want the duck sick now? | |
| My man Unknown want the duck sick, E | |
| My man DJ Slip want the duck sick | |
| Word 'em up, Mike we be boomin' on the boards want the duck sick | |
| My Deejays Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick | |
| You guys are sick |
| zuo ci : Allen, Manuel, Tyler | |
| Intro: sample from Audio Two' s Top Billin': | |
| You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
| What' s up, punk? | |
| You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
| Pretty soon it' s a homie you' re grievin' | |
| You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
| Got beef? What a pity | |
| You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
| Verse 1: MC Eiht | |
| Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter | |
| Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote a | |
| Nother funky rap about your jealous conflict | |
| How you diss C. M. W, boy, you ain' t said shit | |
| Your senses should tell ya: kick it, don' t be a hero | |
| Equipped to whip is Eiht, unlike a zero | |
| I gotta hitcha, or get witcha | |
| Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a picture | |
| Hmmm, it' s kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing | |
| Take you serious? I think about it while I' m blazing | |
| Only then will my reaction show | |
| How I chill and let my tempo flow | |
| Too sorry is the name for your rap | |
| No competition, dissin', boy, you need to be slapped | |
| Eiht ain' t no punk, so learn it quick | |
| Oh yes, p. s., C. M. W., and you can get my duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| You can get my duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Verse 2: Tha Chill | |
| I don' t believe it, how the hell' d you get on wax? | |
| Makin demos on your tape deck tracks | |
| You did a show, and I heard it was wack | |
| You tossed our records, think I tossed right back | |
| You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper | |
| In better words, you go down like King Cooper | |
| So stop your little dissing, saying that I can' t handle | |
| I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle | |
| Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must' ve | |
| Heard the word, new jack, I' m not a buster | |
| Always down to bust a record, a party, know what I mean? | |
| But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for cream | |
| So period, end of story, don' t even bore | |
| Me, Tha Chill MC, claim to gory | |
| So that' s it, the Eiht and Chill is the shit | |
| Chill Word, and you can get the duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Yo, you can get my duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Yeah get the duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Get the duck sick Word up | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Verse 3: MC Eiht | |
| Wait a minute, hold up, punk, I know you' re kiddin' | |
| Sayin E can' t hang, you' re bullshittin' | |
| I' m not a rookie, meaning a beginner | |
| If fakin' was a sin, you' d be a sinner | |
| Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin' | |
| Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin' | |
| You come across like a twobit sucker | |
| Tryin' to compare with a hard motherfucka | |
| Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect | |
| I heard you did a show on your Mom' s tape deck | |
| Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin' to diss | |
| A victim of a violent crime on the list | |
| So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils | |
| Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples | |
| Conflict you pick, you' re sick | |
| You can' t fade us, but yo, you can get the E' s duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Yeah, you can get the E' s duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| School ' em | |
| Verse 4: Tha Chill | |
| Now, who got you hip to be a rapper? | |
| You sorry jackass You punk whipper snapper | |
| Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin' | |
| On Eiht and Chill Geah, ain' t no sleepin' | |
| Quiet as it' s kept, the news' ll spread like AIDS | |
| HipHop, C. M. W. gets paid | |
| Always down to dunk the funk | |
| Or clownin' down a weakass punk | |
| The beef you got, to Chill, don' t mean shit | |
| Just a test I have to pass to show I' m on hit | |
| And Tha Chill' s on hit, legit | |
| With the E I don' t quit | |
| I grab a chair and a whip | |
| Like a lion, suckers I' m tamin' | |
| Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I' m gamin' | |
| So watch me rip, ' cause you suckers is on a ego tip | |
| Stupid suckers, yo you can get Chill' s duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| What you say, E? | |
| Get the duck sick | |
| Get the duck sick | |
| Yo, who want the duck sick now? | |
| My man Unknown want the duck sick, E | |
| My man DJ Slip want the duck sick | |
| Word ' em up, Mike we be boomin' on the boards want the duck sick | |
| My Deejays Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick | |
| You guys are sick |
| zuò cí : Allen, Manuel, Tyler | |
| Intro: sample from Audio Two' s Top Billin': | |
| You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
| What' s up, punk? | |
| You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
| Pretty soon it' s a homie you' re grievin' | |
| You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
| Got beef? What a pity | |
| You was jealous, it' s all your fault | |
| Verse 1: MC Eiht | |
| Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter | |
| Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote a | |
| Nother funky rap about your jealous conflict | |
| How you diss C. M. W, boy, you ain' t said shit | |
| Your senses should tell ya: kick it, don' t be a hero | |
| Equipped to whip is Eiht, unlike a zero | |
| I gotta hitcha, or get witcha | |
| Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a picture | |
| Hmmm, it' s kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing | |
| Take you serious? I think about it while I' m blazing | |
| Only then will my reaction show | |
| How I chill and let my tempo flow | |
| Too sorry is the name for your rap | |
| No competition, dissin', boy, you need to be slapped | |
| Eiht ain' t no punk, so learn it quick | |
| Oh yes, p. s., C. M. W., and you can get my duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| You can get my duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Verse 2: Tha Chill | |
| I don' t believe it, how the hell' d you get on wax? | |
| Makin demos on your tape deck tracks | |
| You did a show, and I heard it was wack | |
| You tossed our records, think I tossed right back | |
| You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper | |
| In better words, you go down like King Cooper | |
| So stop your little dissing, saying that I can' t handle | |
| I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle | |
| Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must' ve | |
| Heard the word, new jack, I' m not a buster | |
| Always down to bust a record, a party, know what I mean? | |
| But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for cream | |
| So period, end of story, don' t even bore | |
| Me, Tha Chill MC, claim to gory | |
| So that' s it, the Eiht and Chill is the shit | |
| Chill Word, and you can get the duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Yo, you can get my duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Yeah get the duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Get the duck sick Word up | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Verse 3: MC Eiht | |
| Wait a minute, hold up, punk, I know you' re kiddin' | |
| Sayin E can' t hang, you' re bullshittin' | |
| I' m not a rookie, meaning a beginner | |
| If fakin' was a sin, you' d be a sinner | |
| Load up my mic and gat, start gunnin' | |
| Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin' | |
| You come across like a twobit sucker | |
| Tryin' to compare with a hard motherfucka | |
| Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect | |
| I heard you did a show on your Mom' s tape deck | |
| Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin' to diss | |
| A victim of a violent crime on the list | |
| So wake up and smell the bud', you little pupils | |
| Tryin to go head up, punk, you got no scruples | |
| Conflict you pick, you' re sick | |
| You can' t fade us, but yo, you can get the E' s duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| Yeah, you can get the E' s duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| School ' em | |
| Verse 4: Tha Chill | |
| Now, who got you hip to be a rapper? | |
| You sorry jackass You punk whipper snapper | |
| Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin' | |
| On Eiht and Chill Geah, ain' t no sleepin' | |
| Quiet as it' s kept, the news' ll spread like AIDS | |
| HipHop, C. M. W. gets paid | |
| Always down to dunk the funk | |
| Or clownin' down a weakass punk | |
| The beef you got, to Chill, don' t mean shit | |
| Just a test I have to pass to show I' m on hit | |
| And Tha Chill' s on hit, legit | |
| With the E I don' t quit | |
| I grab a chair and a whip | |
| Like a lion, suckers I' m tamin' | |
| Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I' m gamin' | |
| So watch me rip, ' cause you suckers is on a ego tip | |
| Stupid suckers, yo you can get Chill' s duck sick | |
| You can get the duck sick | |
| What you say, E? | |
| Get the duck sick | |
| Get the duck sick | |
| Yo, who want the duck sick now? | |
| My man Unknown want the duck sick, E | |
| My man DJ Slip want the duck sick | |
| Word ' em up, Mike we be boomin' on the boards want the duck sick | |
| My Deejays Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick | |
| You guys are sick |
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