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 infrared 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      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      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 players, 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      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      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   'Cause I be actin' kind of triflin' like my nigga Tela   Cock the hammer blow you out your socks and your Filas      Which way did he go? Which way did he go?   Niggas don't know, I got to play the down low   Punks, jump up and get blasted to the ground   So motherfucker duck, I'm about to bust a 'round      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