Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Duck, artist - King Tee. Album song IV Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.03.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Geffen Records Release;
Song language: English
Duck |
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 |
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 |