Hey, here comes the funk of the future, and I can rock a rhyme from performer up to hoover. The west side kid, quick to do a bid, just watch me cock the glock and make room. You see it man, I got a 12 gauge with a infrared scope. I'm filing tech line, I used to be a baby look, but now I'm a chief, psycho, crazy. *** what you're saying, ***, ***, and I'm Swayze. In my rad coupe, front and back, and it's quick. Pumps with the bumps with that three wheel ***. Cause that's all you need when you need to be popping. Bust a U-turn on three wheels by the Thompson. Damn, it feels good to be trifling. You know what I'm saying cuz, who got the chronic? Cause I'm buzzed, I got a black Mac 11. Send the fruits of heaven, get the *** out my way, this comedy room. I'm about to bust some rounds. I'm full of busting rounds. I'm about to bust some rounds. They be like, he's a maniac. Yeah, bitch, and that's real. Get the *** up out the car and just kill. Yo, ***, I said break before I crash you in the grill. With the ass on my glock, watch the blood spill. Jason's got love for the nigga King T. Just ask him who's the great, wait, watch him scream me. Quick with the punch, rolling like punch. Coming with the real ***. Running with a bunch of crazy niggas with pliers. Hammers and pliers. Your money and your blood plus the Daytons and the tires. I be doing solo, you can't get under. Niggas can't see me, ask Stevie Wonder. Blazing the chronic, bumping their phonics. And my *** screaming like that groove Onyx. But hey, I'm the man that'll bust that ass open. When I was young, my BB gun even had a scope. I'm about to bust some rounds. Yo, I'm finna bust some rounds. I'm about to bust some rounds. I'm about to bust some rounds. I'm about to bust some rounds. About to bust some rounds. Yo, God damn, it's King T with the funky rum brush. Smoked a lot of herb, but I never hit the dust. I can rack them effects, cause I ain't got my check, baby. This ain't no rum chicken ***, I'm going crazy. I think I'm going out of my head. I said I think I'm going out of my head. So ain't swift, since you're ruling the cuts. Give me the gun and just stop. Yo, I got a black case, but it ain't for the mace. It's for the faux-faux, I'll use to blast you in the face. Cause I'll be acting kind of trifle, like my nigga Tila. Cock the hammer, blow your ass out your socks. Tell your feelers, which way did he go? Which way did he go? Niggas don't know, I gots to play the down low. Punch up off and get blasted to the ground. So mother***er duck, I'm about to bust a round. I'm about to bust a round. I'm about to bust a round. I'm about to bust a round. I'm about to bust a round. I'm about to bust a round. I'm about to bust a round. This is what happens when it's funky ass niggas. And you want it back, where is it? It's the drugs. You better *** it down. ***, ***, ***, ***. This is what happens when West Coast wrecks. You know what I'm saying? Peace out to 4Side, out for all the DJ Poop deck. Dr. Dre, Snoop, the Ball Records. Ice Cube, Lynch Mons. You know what I'm saying? And Thug Life, wherever, you know what I'm saying? 2Pac, 2Pac. 2Pac, 2Pac. 2Pac, 2Pac.