Broadway - Duck lyrics

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 co*k the Glock and make room sh** 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 f** 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 sh** 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 f** 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, b**h ant that's real, get the f** up out the car and just peel Yo punk I said right before I crash you in the grill With the a** of my Glock, watch the blood spill Gangstas got love the n***a 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 sh**, runnin' with a bunch of crazy n***as 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 n***as can't see me, ask Stevie Wonder, blazed in the chronic Bumpin' Delphonics, and my sh**'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' sh**, 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***a Tela co*k the hammer blow you out your socks and your Filas Which way did he go? Which way did he go? n***as don't know, I got to play the down low Punks jump up and get blasted to the ground So motherf**er duck, I'm about to bust a round Hook