[King Tee] King Tee´s drunk again Yo, check this out! Awww shit, aw shit I wanna dedicate this song To all them motherfuckers out there
That-that-that-that-that-that-that (not again) Perpentratin´… perpetratin´… perpintratin´… wait, rewind (But yo, King Tee, man, what is this? What is this?)
[King Tee] Some cool shit for the King´s anthology And when I´m done, don´t expect no apology Stupid motherfucker shoulda stepped when I warned him I´m from the Boondocks of Compton, California I´m just anxious to whoop some ass I went to high school, but I flunked every class So what makes you think I give a fuck about respect? I´ll put your bitch in check, and I´ll bet You won´t run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too
I shoulda did a drive-by on you and your crew ´Cause y´all be poppin´ some shit that´s unheard of For you, what´s the word? Uh… (wack!) — it´s murder Son, when I be crushin´ your hood with a passion And I ain´t talkin´ that Action Jackson When I come, you better run for ammo Or get played like a fuckin´ piano
[King Tee] And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house From the motherfuckin´ Lench Mob (´Sup, nigga?) And yo, Ice Cube, I heard you´re a singer now Man, what´s up? Yo, yo
[Ice Cube] Do-Ray-Me, but I don´t sing, mothafucker
I kick shit with the King, mothafucker Ice Cube will clock the cash, rock the mass And if you run up, I´ll sock your ass And watch that eye get swollen ´Cause I´m playin´ punk niggas like Beethoven So bust a cap, or swing and die Fuck Yul Brynner, it´s still The King and I ´Cause where I´m from, the sun don´t shine So One-Time hope I only bust one rhyme But I bust one mo´ for the suckers Last year I was ruthless, now I´m lynchin´ mothafuckers And you´ll see in a tree, MC´s and crews Now they´re lookin´ for me, King Tee, and Pooh Now every nigga that crossed me´s soprano ´Cause I played their ass like a fuckin´ piano
[King Tee]
Yo, check this out We got my homeboy Breeze in the motherfuckin´ house From the L.A. Posse, and he got some shit to holler Come on, man, bust this shit!
[MC Breeze] Well, I´ma take the mic like it was a jack move Run with the beat as long as the track moves Hot as lava, organized like a seminar Serve you, your crew, him, and them and a Couple of rap-saps who think they can get butt You slipped and shit, so nitwit, just get the nuts Stealin´ your high hopes, watchin´ you write notes Better walk a chalk line, not fuckin´ a tightrope
Rap slicker, thicker, quicker than others, then I stop swift Shift from 1st to 5th, while you stop to shoplift Take the mic stand whenever the duty calls If I bust a nut for every rhyme I had, I´d get blue balls Serious as drama, I´ma watch her say "Me too." You´re shorter than Michu, your rhymes are see-through You´re nothin´ like GQ, transparent, I made it apparent I´m here to wax and tax the incoherent ´Cause B-R-E-E-Z-E will eas-i-ly Re-main to be-e a top MC When you see me, I wear a beanie, and not a Kangol Now you got played, like a fuckin´ piano
[King Tee] This is just a sample of three black nig-roes Who grew up in the heart of the ghetto Doin´ what we had to just to make ends meet Some steal for a livin´, some stand on the street Just slang; some gang-bang, but big deal They say in Compton, you gotta kill or get killed Mothafuckin´ police pull you over, slam you down Then tell you that your hood is their town And I ain´t goin´ for no shit like that Cuff me up, take me to jail, I´ll come back Talkin´ much shit, ´cause I talk what the fuck I feel A few weeks in the county ain´t no big deal So a punk like you can´t fuck with me That big ballin´-ass nigga named King Tee You think you can? I don´t think that you can, though
Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze and the fuckin´ piano
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