[King Tee]
Well it`s the musically drunken King Tee, with the fifth of funk
Guaranteed to make you jump like my 12 gauge pump, huh
I`ve been around since the days of the Sugarhill groove
Bust it out with Act a Fool
When I was seventeen, made some mad-ass green
Bought a six-fo` and some more gold things
Had to play the part for the G`s on the block
so I bought a blue rag, bought a black glock
Ran with the bunch that was out to get paid
The Westside of Compton over where the dead laid
On (?) and Central, where niggaz get mental
for a dollar, makin punk niggaz holla
I used to kick it on my front porch, drinkin some `gnac
while the homies stripped cars in the back
Lifestyles of the short and broke
Ain`t worried bout shit, cause I`m a down ass loc
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So break the nigga off when you come to my hood
Cause the little B.G.`s, is up to no good
Jackin motherfuckers for they Dana Dane`s
Got `em jumpin out they shit like the House of Pain
[King Tee]
Yeah, a young man with the grown man`s gun
Tryin to stay full while he`s livin in the slum
I used to bang on fools like I was goin insane
from a notorious Compton gang
It`s King Tee, strapped IV Life
Cause I don`t trust niggaz, I use the middle finger for the trigger
Ease back, watch bullets, flock through the sky
for the homies that died, and don`t know why
It`s the crazy motherfucker with the hot-ass tec
Makin hard niggaz hit the deck
Lifestyles of the short and broke
Ain`t worried bout shit, cause I`m a down ass loc
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