King T, E-Swift - Duck lyrics
[King T, E-Swift - Duck lyrics]
Hey! Here comes the funk of the future
And I can rock a rhyme
From Pacoima 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 12
Guage with the infared scope
A silent 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 coup, front and back and it's quick
Pumps with the dumps with 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 chronic, 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
Duck!Duck! I'm about to bust some rounds
Duck!Duck! I'm finna' bust some rounds
Duck!Duck! yeah
I'm about to bust some rounds duck!Duck!
Yo 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 right 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
Coming with the real shit
Runnin' with a bunch of
Crazy niggas with priors
Hammers and pliers, 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
Blazin' 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 my BB gun
Even had a scope so
Duck!Duck! I'm about to bust some rounds
Duck!Duck! I'm finna' bust some rounds
Duck!Duck! yeah
I'm about to bust some rounds duck!Duck!
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
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 gots to play the down low
Punks jump up and get blasted to the ground
So motherfucker duck
I'm about to bust a round
Duck!Duck! I'm about to bust some rounds
Duck!Duck! I'm finna' bust some rounds
Duck!Duck! yeah
I'm about to bust some rounds duck!Duck!
And I can rock a rhyme
From Pacoima 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 12
Guage with the infared scope
A silent 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 coup, front and back and it's quick
Pumps with the dumps with 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 chronic, 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
Duck!Duck! I'm about to bust some rounds
Duck!Duck! I'm finna' bust some rounds
Duck!Duck! yeah
I'm about to bust some rounds duck!Duck!
Yo 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 right 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
Coming with the real shit
Runnin' with a bunch of
Crazy niggas with priors
Hammers and pliers, 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
Blazin' 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 my BB gun
Even had a scope so
Duck!Duck! I'm about to bust some rounds
Duck!Duck! I'm finna' bust some rounds
Duck!Duck! yeah
I'm about to bust some rounds duck!Duck!
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
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 gots to play the down low
Punks jump up and get blasted to the ground
So motherfucker duck
I'm about to bust a round
Duck!Duck! I'm about to bust some rounds
Duck!Duck! I'm finna' bust some rounds
Duck!Duck! yeah
I'm about to bust some rounds duck!Duck!