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King tee: |
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Hey! here comes the funk of the future |
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And i can rock a rhyme from perquorma to hoover |
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The westside kid, quick to do a bid |
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Just watch me cock the glock and make room |
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Shit man i got a 12 guage with the infared scope |
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I found a tec 9 it use to be a radio |
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But now i' m a g, psycho, crazy |
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Fuck what you say and buck buck and i' m suazy |
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In my rag coup, front and back and it' s quick |
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Punks with bump and that 3 wheel shit |
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Cause that' s all you need when you need to be poppin' |
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Bust a u-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and |
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Damn if feels good to be triflin', you know what i' m sayin' cuz? |
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Who got the wallet, cause i' m buzzed |
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I got the black mack-11, sendin' fools to heaven |
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Get the fuck out my way, this is compton fool just. . . |
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Hook: |
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Duck! duck! i' m about to bust some rounds. |
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Duck! duck! i' m fiendin' to bust some rounds. |
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Duck! duck! yeah, i' m about to bust some rounds |
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Duck! duck! |
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King tee: |
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Yo check it, they be like " he' s a maniac! " |
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Yeah, bitch ant that' s real, get the fuck up out the car and just peel |
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Yo punk i said right before i crash you in the grill |
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With the ass of my glock, watch the blood spill |
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Gangstas got love the nigga king tee |
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Just ask ' em who' s the great weight, just watch ' em scream me |
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Quick with the punch, rollin' like clunch |
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Coming with the real shit, runnin' with a bunch of crazy niggas with wires |
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Hammers and plyers, your money and your blood |
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Plus the daytons and them tires |
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I be goin' so low, you can' t get under |
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Niggas can' t see me, ask stevie wonder, blazed in the chronic |
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Bumpin' delphonics, and my shit' s screamin' like that group onyx |
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But hey, i' m the man that' ll bust that ass open |
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When i was young me bb gun even has a scope so. . . |
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Hook |
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King tee: |
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God damn it' s king tee with the funky bumrush |
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Smoke a lot of herb, but i never hit the dust |
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I can wreck them efx cause i ain' t got my check baby |
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This ain' t no punk shakin' shit, i' m goin' crazy |
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I think i' m goin' out of my head say what! |
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I said i think i' m going out of my head, so e-swift |
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Since you rule in the cuts, give me the gun and just duck, come on |
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E-swift: |
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Yo, i got a black case but it ain' t for the mase |
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It' s for the 4-4 i use to blast you in the face |
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Cause i be actin' kind of triflin' like my nigga tela |
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Cock the hammer blow you out your socks and your filas |
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Which way did he go? which way did he go? |
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Niggas don' t know, i got to play the down low |
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Punks jump up and get blasted to the ground |
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So motherfucker duck, i' m about to bust a round |
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Hook |