Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Duck Sick II, artist - CMW - Compton's Most Wanted. Album song Music To Driveby, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.09.1992
Record label: Bump Johnson
Song language: English
Duck Sick II |
| Mmmm, I’m back for the payback, black |
| Ready to attack, so to your jaw I start to mack |
| Its the mutherfucking Compton psycho |
| So suckers who be sounding so wack, don’t try to bite, yo |
| You’ll play the bitch and I’ll play the pimp |
| Then I’ll be pimping your ass to make money real fast |
| Cause to the homies you just don’t hit |
| Can’t get juice with that doo-wap pop shit |
| Geah nigga, I just won’t quit |
| My rap is bomb ass chronic, 10 dollars a hit |
| Try to diss fool and I’ll shut you down |
| Put on a big nose fool cause its time to clown |
| So now I gots to break my mutherfucking foot off |
| In your ass because you came back too soft |
| They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks |
| Well this trick is new, its the duck sick 2 |
| Now watch me fuck up your program |
| And you’ll be saying 'damn i lost my luck.' |
| Now your ass is stuck, mutherfucker |
| By the Compton gangsta of rap. |
| Raised in the hood |
| Always up to no good |
| I need to peel a cap, so I kill some |
| Poor unfortunate fool with the nine gun |
| You come fake, fuck with Eiht, you gots no clout |
| Keep talking shit as I buss your fucking mouth |
| Now fool what kinda move was that? |
| I see your quick to talk shit, yeah boy I’m quick to pull the gatt |
| Claiming my city, oh what a pity |
| And the way you shout out just sounds shitty |
| So nigga, slow your mutherfucking roll |
| Fuck you with a pole, with the rhymes you stole |
| So gather up your homies, him him and him and you |
| Geah, its the duck sick 2 |
| I dont beleive it, another mutherfucker |
| On the rap shelf done fucked hisself |
| Just squeezed in like a bitch |
| I guess thats why he raps with a high pitch |
| I just can’t figure |
| How the punk ever think he could fuck this nigga |
| You’re short, shorter than short, sorry punk |
| Still blast that ass when the Ides got me drunk |
| Just keep getting it, dont stop sucking |
| Too soon punk or Eiht’ll start fucking |
| Your weak old shit that won’t last |
| You won’t hang as I slap your bitch ass |
| So get ready, cause its your mutherfucking calling |
| You and your wack ass crews 'll start falling |
| Geah drop to your knees, because we ain’t through |
| Get a grip, do it Quik, the mutherfucking duck sick 2 |
| We outta here |