[Intro: Buzz]
Yo, let me take you to a place where only true dawgs dwell
A place that's off limits to punk muthafuckas
We call this spot "The Junkyard"
And right about now, the members are gonna hit with a bomb
Of that real shit!
[Verse 1: Buzz]
I'm like a muthafuckin' bomb when I'm tickin', (Boom!) Instead I'm lickin'
Step to me wrong, then you get an ass kickin'
Chicken, little, here's a fuckin' riddle
Boots on the ground with the hole in the middle
Your muthafuckin' body, bloody, muddy
I pull the fuckin' trigger 'cause it's funny
Give me them jewels and yo goddamn money
Shoot em' up! Shoot em' up! With the Junkyard funk
(Boys in the house yo it ain't no [?])
Rough and rough red, time to get blunted
Get mad blunted, get mad blunted
I'm wicked, with the funky shit that I kick
Ya better watch your fuckin' head 'cause, I'm poppin', drop it
Listen to my gat go boom!
Pop! Pop! Pop! Give my niggas some room
And know ya muthafuckas now you're clamin' to be hard?
I'm waitin', sittin' up in the fuckin' Junkyard
[Verse 2: Kronik]
POP IT! POP IT! Yes, I'm gonna be popped later
Sittin' the Junkyard, upon is a lever
KRONIK! KRONIK! I put the work, I'm on yo anti
Yes, I put work, and you say "You so sick!"
Is just puttin' on yo mic, then we stru'k in the house
Half of lyrics comin' and the money behind go pow!
So when we get upon the real set, now forget ya count days
A righteous time you know we have, shotguns
Because we takin' a pocket o' fools just like dat!
I'm Kronik always upon the atta'k!
Yes, because we takin' a pocket o' fools just like dat!
System worked, and has to get jacked
Because Ice-K then got me back up!
And you know Hughes then got me back up!
We are goin' names, but ya know it's like dat!
Many, many brothers just upon leave a fact up!
So just raise the spine, ya know I'm get jacked up
When I raise the spine, I put another disaster
So lickin' the shot because you know I'm under dat
It's comin' from the Junkyard, so you nigga watch ya back!