Duck lyrics

King Tee:
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 c*ck the Glock and make room
sh*t 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
f*ck 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 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
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 f*ck out my way, this is Compton fool just...

Hook:
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!

King Tee:
Yo check it, they be like "He's a maniac!"
Yeah, b*tch and 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 ass of my Glock, watch the blood spill
Gangstas got love for the n*gga 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 sh*t, runnin' with a bunch of crazy n*ggas 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
n*ggas can't see me, ask Stevie Wonder, blazin' the chronic
Bumpin' Delphonics, and my sh*t'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...
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' 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 gots 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