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
