Hey! Here comes the funk of the future
And I can rock a rhyme from a corner up to Hoover
The Westside kid, quick to do a bid
Just watch me cock the Glock and make room
Shit man, I got a twelve gauge with the infrared scope
I found the TEC-9, I used to be a baby loc
But now I'm a G, psycho, crazy
Fuck what you sayin, buck-buck and I'm Swayze
In my rag coupe, front and back, and it's quick
Humps with the bumps with that three-wheel shit
Cause that's all you need when you need to be poppin
Bust a U-turn on three wheels by the cops and
Damn it feels good to be trife, youknowI'msayin cuz
Who got the chronic, cause I'm buzzed
I got a black MAC-11, sendin fools to heaven
Get the fuck out my way, this Compton fool, just
(Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) Yo, I'm finna bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) Yeah I'm about to bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) Ayo check it
They be like, "He's a maniac!" Yeah bitch and that's real
Get the fuck up out the car and just peel
Yo punk I said break before I crash you in the grill
With the ass of my Glock, watch the blood spill
Gangstas got love for the nigga King Tee
Just ask 'em who's the great, wait, watch 'em scream me
Quick with the punch, rollin like hunch
Comin with the real shit, runnin with a bunch of
Crazy niggas with pliers, hammers and pliers
Your money and your bud plus the Daytons and the tires
I be doin so low you can't get under
Niggas can't see me, ask Stevie Wonder
Blazin the chronic, bumpin Delfonics
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 my BB gun even had a scope, so
(Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) Yo I'm finna bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) ...bust some rounds and I'm
(Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) ...bout to bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) Hahahaha
Well goddamn it's King Tee with the funky bum rush
Smoked a lot of herb but I never hit the dust
I can wreck them effects cause I ain't got my check baby
This ain't no rump shakin shit, I'm goin crazy
I think I'm goin out of my head
I said I think I'm goin out of my head
So E-Swift, since you're rulin the cuts
Gimme the gun and just DUCK! C'mon!
Yo I got a black case, but it ain't for the mace
It's for the fo'-fo' I use to blast you in the face
Cause I be actin kind of trife, like my nigga T-La
Cock the hammer, blow your ass out your socks and your Filas
Which way did he go? Which way did he go?
Niggas don't know I gots to play them down low
Punks jump up and get blasted to the ground
So motherfucker duck, I'm about to bust around
(Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) Here we go!
(Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) Yo, I'm finna bust some rounds on ya
(Buck! Buck!) I'm about to bust some rounds
(Buck! Buck!) Yo yo yo yo
(Buck! Buck!) This what happens for you fake ass niggas
(Buck! Buck!) And you wannabe players, and you punks
(Buck! Buck!) You better bust down when I bust rounds
(Buck! Buck!) This what happens when West Coast wrecks
(Buck! Buck!) YouknowI'msayin peace out to Pharcyde and Alkaholiks
(Buck! Buck!) DJ Pooh, Daz, and E-Swift
(Buck! Buck!) Dr. Dre and Snoop, the bomb niggas
(Buck! Buck!) Ice Cube, Lench Mob
(Buck! Buck!) YouknowI'msayin and Thug Life forever
(Buck! Buck!) YouknowI'msayin, 2Pac, 2Pac
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