Duck Sick II Lyrics
| Song | Duck Sick II |
| Artist | Compton's Most Wanted |
| Album | Music To Driveby |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Allen, Manuel, MC Eiht | |
| Mmmm, i'm back for the payback, black. | |
| Ready to attack, so to your jaw i start to mack. | |
| Its the mutherfucking compton psycho. | |
| So suckers who be sounding so wack, don't try to bite, yo. | |
| You'll play the bitch and i'll play the pimp. | |
| Then i'll be pimping your ass to make money real fast. | |
| Cause to the homies you just don't hit. | |
| Can't get juice with that doo-wap pop shit. | |
| Geah nigga, i just won't quit. | |
| My rap is bomb ass chronic, 10 dollars a hit. | |
| Try to diss fool and i'll shut you down. | |
| Put on a big nose fool cause its time to clown. | |
| So now i gots to break my mutherfucking foot off | |
| In your ass because you came back too soft. | |
| They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks. | |
| Well this trick is new, its the duck sick 2. | |
| Now watch me fuck up your program. | |
| And you'll be saying 'damn i lost my luck.' | |
| Now your ass is stuck, mutherfucker. | |
| By the compton gangsta of rap. raised in the hood. | |
| Always up to no good. | |
| I need to peel a cap, so i kill some | |
| Poor unfortunate fool with the nine gun. | |
| You come fake, fuck with eiht, you gots no clout. | |
| Keep talking shit as i buss your fucking mouth. | |
| Now fool what kinda move was that? | |
| I see your quick to talk shit, yeah boy i'm quick to pull the gatt. | |
| Claiming my city, oh what a pity. | |
| And the way you shout out just sounds shitty. | |
| So nigga, slow your mutherfucking roll. | |
| Fuck you with a pole, with the rhymes you stole. | |
| So gather up your homies, him him and him and you. | |
| Geah, its the duck sick 2. | |
| I dont beleive it, another mutherfucker | |
| On the rap shelf done fucked hisself. | |
| Just squeezed in like a bitch. | |
| I guess thats why he raps with a high pitch. | |
| I just can't figure, | |
| How the punk ever think he could fuck this nigga. | |
| Your short, shorter than short, sorry punk. | |
| Still blast that ass when the ides got me drunk. | |
| Just keep getting it, dont stop sucking | |
| Too soon punk or eiht'll start fucking. | |
| Your weak old shit that wont last. | |
| You won't hang as i slap your bitch ass. | |
| So get ready, cause its your mutherfucking calling. | |
| You and your wack ass crews 'll start falling. | |
| Geah drop your knees, because we ain't through. | |
| Get a grip, do it quick, the mutherfucking duck sick 2. | |
| We outta here. |
| zuo ci : Allen, Manuel, MC Eiht | |
| Mmmm, i' m back for the payback, black. | |
| Ready to attack, so to your jaw i start to mack. | |
| Its the mutherfucking compton psycho. | |
| So suckers who be sounding so wack, don' t try to bite, yo. | |
| You' ll play the bitch and i' ll play the pimp. | |
| Then i' ll be pimping your ass to make money real fast. | |
| Cause to the homies you just don' t hit. | |
| Can' t get juice with that doowap pop shit. | |
| Geah nigga, i just won' t quit. | |
| My rap is bomb ass chronic, 10 dollars a hit. | |
| Try to diss fool and i' ll shut you down. | |
| Put on a big nose fool cause its time to clown. | |
| So now i gots to break my mutherfucking foot off | |
| In your ass because you came back too soft. | |
| They say you can' t teach an old dog new tricks. | |
| Well this trick is new, its the duck sick 2. | |
| Now watch me fuck up your program. | |
| And you' ll be saying ' damn i lost my luck.' | |
| Now your ass is stuck, mutherfucker. | |
| By the compton gangsta of rap. raised in the hood. | |
| Always up to no good. | |
| I need to peel a cap, so i kill some | |
| Poor unfortunate fool with the nine gun. | |
| You come fake, fuck with eiht, you gots no clout. | |
| Keep talking shit as i buss your fucking mouth. | |
| Now fool what kinda move was that? | |
| I see your quick to talk shit, yeah boy i' m quick to pull the gatt. | |
| Claiming my city, oh what a pity. | |
| And the way you shout out just sounds shitty. | |
| So nigga, slow your mutherfucking roll. | |
| Fuck you with a pole, with the rhymes you stole. | |
| So gather up your homies, him him and him and you. | |
| Geah, its the duck sick 2. | |
| I dont beleive it, another mutherfucker | |
| On the rap shelf done fucked hisself. | |
| Just squeezed in like a bitch. | |
| I guess thats why he raps with a high pitch. | |
| I just can' t figure, | |
| How the punk ever think he could fuck this nigga. | |
| Your short, shorter than short, sorry punk. | |
| Still blast that ass when the ides got me drunk. | |
| Just keep getting it, dont stop sucking | |
| Too soon punk or eiht' ll start fucking. | |
| Your weak old shit that wont last. | |
| You won' t hang as i slap your bitch ass. | |
| So get ready, cause its your mutherfucking calling. | |
| You and your wack ass crews ' ll start falling. | |
| Geah drop your knees, because we ain' t through. | |
| Get a grip, do it quick, the mutherfucking duck sick 2. | |
| We outta here. |
| zuò cí : Allen, Manuel, MC Eiht | |
| Mmmm, i' m back for the payback, black. | |
| Ready to attack, so to your jaw i start to mack. | |
| Its the mutherfucking compton psycho. | |
| So suckers who be sounding so wack, don' t try to bite, yo. | |
| You' ll play the bitch and i' ll play the pimp. | |
| Then i' ll be pimping your ass to make money real fast. | |
| Cause to the homies you just don' t hit. | |
| Can' t get juice with that doowap pop shit. | |
| Geah nigga, i just won' t quit. | |
| My rap is bomb ass chronic, 10 dollars a hit. | |
| Try to diss fool and i' ll shut you down. | |
| Put on a big nose fool cause its time to clown. | |
| So now i gots to break my mutherfucking foot off | |
| In your ass because you came back too soft. | |
| They say you can' t teach an old dog new tricks. | |
| Well this trick is new, its the duck sick 2. | |
| Now watch me fuck up your program. | |
| And you' ll be saying ' damn i lost my luck.' | |
| Now your ass is stuck, mutherfucker. | |
| By the compton gangsta of rap. raised in the hood. | |
| Always up to no good. | |
| I need to peel a cap, so i kill some | |
| Poor unfortunate fool with the nine gun. | |
| You come fake, fuck with eiht, you gots no clout. | |
| Keep talking shit as i buss your fucking mouth. | |
| Now fool what kinda move was that? | |
| I see your quick to talk shit, yeah boy i' m quick to pull the gatt. | |
| Claiming my city, oh what a pity. | |
| And the way you shout out just sounds shitty. | |
| So nigga, slow your mutherfucking roll. | |
| Fuck you with a pole, with the rhymes you stole. | |
| So gather up your homies, him him and him and you. | |
| Geah, its the duck sick 2. | |
| I dont beleive it, another mutherfucker | |
| On the rap shelf done fucked hisself. | |
| Just squeezed in like a bitch. | |
| I guess thats why he raps with a high pitch. | |
| I just can' t figure, | |
| How the punk ever think he could fuck this nigga. | |
| Your short, shorter than short, sorry punk. | |
| Still blast that ass when the ides got me drunk. | |
| Just keep getting it, dont stop sucking | |
| Too soon punk or eiht' ll start fucking. | |
| Your weak old shit that wont last. | |
| You won' t hang as i slap your bitch ass. | |
| So get ready, cause its your mutherfucking calling. | |
| You and your wack ass crews ' ll start falling. | |
| Geah drop your knees, because we ain' t through. | |
| Get a grip, do it quick, the mutherfucking duck sick 2. | |
| We outta here. |
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