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