king t - duck lyrics
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 c-ck the glock and make room
sh-t 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
f-ck 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 sh-t
cause that’s all you need when you need to be poppin’
bust a u-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and
d-mn 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 f-ck 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, b-tch ant that’s real, get the f-ck up out the car and just peel
yo punk i said right before i crash you in the grill
with the -ss of my glock, watch the blood spill
gangstas got love the n-gga 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 sh-t, runnin’ with a bunch of crazy n-ggas 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
n-ggas can’t see me, ask stevie wonder, blazed in the chronic
bumpin’ delphonics, and my sh-t’s screamin’ like that group onyx
but hey, i’m the man that’ll bust that -ss open
when i was young me bb gun even has a scope so…
hook
king tee:
god d-mn 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’ sh-t, 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 n-gga tela
c-ck the hammer blow you out your socks and your filas
which way did he go? which way did he go?
n-ggas don’t know, i got to play the down low
punks jump up and get blasted to the ground
so motherf-cker duck, i’m about to bust a round
hook
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