[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`... perpin`
tratin`. Wait, rewind. (eh but yo...King Tee, man, what is this? What is
this?)
Some cool shit for the King`s anthology,
and when I`m done, don`t expect no apology.
Stupid motherfuckers shoulda stepped when I warned `em.
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.
Cuz ya`ll 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...
And yo, we got my homeboy Ice Cube in the house from the motherfuckin`
Lench Mob (what`s up, nigger?), 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,
cuz 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.
Cuz where I`m from the sun don`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`m Lenchin` mothafuckers.
And you`ll see in a tree, MCs and crews.
Now they`re lookin` for me, King Tee, and Pooh.
Now every nigga that crossed me`s soprano,
cuz 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`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 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`m-a 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.
Cuz 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 ya over, slam ya down,
then tell ya 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, cuz 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 ya can? I don`t think that you can, though.
Peace to Ice Cube and Breeze, and the fuckin` piano.
