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Lyricist: King Tee
Lyrics:
(King Tee) King Tee&ampapos;s drunk again... Yo, check this out: awww shit, aw shit, IWanna dedicate this song to all them motherfuckers out there that-that-that-That-that-that-that (not again) perpentratin&ampapos;...perpetratin&ampapos;... perpin&ampapos;Tratin&ampapos;. Wait, rewind. (eh but yo... King Tee, man, what is this? What isThis?)Some cool shit for the King&ampapos;s anthology,And when I&ampapos;m done, don&ampapos;t expect no apology.Stupid motherfuckers shoulda stepped when I warned &ampapos;em.I&ampapos;m from the Boondocks of Compton, California.I&ampapos;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&ampapos;ll put your bitch in check, and I&ampapos;ll betYou won&ampapos;t run up, son of a punk and a bitch, too.I shoulda did a drive by on you and your crew.&ampapos;Cause y&ampapos;all be poppin&ampapos; some shit that&ampapos;s unheard of.For you, what&ampapos;s the word? Uh...(wack!)...it&ampapos;s murder, son.When I be crushin&ampapos; your hood with a passion,And I ain&ampapos;t talkin&ampapos; that Action Jackson.When I come you better run for ammo,Or get played like a fuckin&ampapos; piano...And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house from the motherfuckin&ampapos;Lench Mob (what&ampapos;s up, nigger?), and yo Ice Cube, I heard you&ampapos;re a singer now,Man what&ampapos;s up? Yo, yo...(Ice Cube)Do-Ray-Me. But I don&ampapos;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&ampapos;ll sock your ass.And watch that eye get swollen,&ampapos;Cause I&ampapos;m playin&ampapos; punk niggas like Beethoven.So bust a cap or swing and die.Fuck Yul Brynner, it&ampapos;s still The King and I.&ampapos;Cause where I&ampapos;m from the sun don&ampapos;t shine,So One-Time hope I only bust one rhyme.But I bust one more for the suckers,Last year I was Ruthless, now I&ampapos;m Lenchin&ampapos; mothafuckers.And you&ampapos;ll see in a tree, MCs and crews.Now they&ampapos;re lookin&ampapos; for me, King Tee, and Pooh.Now every nigga that crossed me&ampapos;s soprano,&ampapos;Cause I played their ass like a fuckin&ampapos; piano...(King Tee) Yo, check this out, we got my homeboy Breeze in theMotherfuckin&ampapos; house from the L.A. Posse, and he got some shit to holler. ComeOn, man, bust this shit.(MC Breeze)Well, I&ampapos;m-a 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 aCouple of rap-saps who think they can get butt.You slipped and shit, so nitwit, just get the nuts.Stealin&ampapos; your high hopes, watchin&ampapos; you write notes,Better walk a chalk line, not fuckin&ampapos; 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&ampapos;d get blue balls.Serious as drama, I&ampapos;m-a watch her say &ampapos;Me too.&ampapos;You&ampapos;re shorter than Michu, your rhymes are see-through.You&ampapos;re nothin&ampapos; like GQ, transparent, I made it apparent.I&ampapos;m here to wax and tax the incoherent.&ampapos;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&ampapos; piano.(King Tee)This is just a sample of three black Nig-roesWho grew up in the heart of the ghetto.Doin&ampapos; what we had to just to make ends meet,Some steal for a livin&ampapos;, some stand on the street,Just slang. Some gang-bang, but big deal.They say in Compton, you gotta kill or get killed.Mothafuckin&ampapos; police pull ya over, slam ya down,Then tell ya that your hood is their town.And I ain&ampapos;t goin&ampapos; for no shit like that;Cuff me up, take me to jail, I&ampapos;ll come back.Talkin&ampapos; much shit, &ampapos;cause I talk what the fuck I feel,A few weeks in the county ain&ampapos;t no big deal.So a punk like you can&ampapos;t fuck with me,That big ballin&ampapos;-ass nigga named King Tee.You think ya can? I don&ampapos;t think that you can, though.Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze, and the fuckin&ampapos; piano.