1.You Can't See Me
I run that old gangsterism on the normal
The name is king tee, i pack guns like it's formal
With the utmost respect i be chillin
Knockin mc's out cause i'm the best in this building
I be the g-r-e-a-t, plus majestic
Magical, radical, the technique is hectic
I, floss upon the scene in the front and back caddy
Yeah, here goes big daddy, heh
In my trunk i keep a whole fifth of 'gnac
In there with some extra hollow points for my strap
Cause i bust on fools, i shoot down fools that front
The last of the few with the funk
King tipsy, who flips the, rhymes like i'm crazy
You know these artificial gangsters can't fade tee
The original g, from the c-p-t
I'm no joke on the funk fool, you can't see me
'to all my people with the funk..' (yeah)
You can't see me!
'to all my people with the funk..' '.. where ya at？'
You can't see me!
'to all my people with the funk..' '.. where ya at？'
'to all my people with the funk..' '.. where ya at-at-at？'
Huh, i'm really into girls with fat cats
Hoochies, and hoes, and some hoodrats
I take 'em to the snooty fox for the spin
But if they real proper, we hit the comfort inn
I grab a fifth of tanqueray and some squirt
A fat bag of chronic then we're coolin like levert
Turn on the porno flicks just to set the mood
Toss the bitch up and leave her ass in the room
Cause a bitch ain't shit like snoop told it
All i do is toss and let the next man hold it
I chill at the bar because that's the spot
Where a bitch'll get ten dollars just rubbin on the cock
Yeah, tee bein a trick won't work
You won't spend my money on no (？？)
And that's real, comin from a real-ass g
I'ma just toss yo' ass like a salad beatch, you can't see me
'to all my people with the funk..' '.. where ya at？'
You can't see me!
'to all my people with the funk..' '.. where ya at？'
You can't see me!
'to all my people with the funk..' '.. where ya at？'
'to all my people with the funk..' '.. where ya at？'
Now i'ma take the third verse to the neck
Then ask who's next and, ask who wrecks？
I bring tha alkaholik spirit to the room
Down two 40's, then hit the boom
Release all your doubts cause, i'm what it's about
The funky drunk man, in front with the stout
And niggaz wanna test the fashion
Cause i bring passion, for those who's askin
I don't trip i just, hit the switch for the funk shit
I don't fuck with the punk shit
I slang my rap like crack, and niggaz be cluckin
A quick blast for the buck
Then they spark, and yo oh, peace to mark
For the beat from carolina to the compton streets
They'll know, the original g, from the c-p-t
I 'act a fool' on the funk boy, you can't see me
'to all my people with the funk..' '.. where ya at？'
You can't see me!
'to all my people with the funk..' '.. where ya at？'
You can't see me!
'to all my people with the funk..' '.. where ya at？'
'to all my people with the funk..' '.. where ya at？'
{＊scratches ad-libbed to fade＊}
2.Super Nigga
It's the p-double-o-h in the sky
I don't need a cape cause i'm already fly
Like a skydiver, a nigga got drag
Like a race car driver, plus i'va
Spit saliva, liver, than mcgyver
('bam!') bump mo' bitches than a drunk driver
Faster than a crackhead, mo' powerful
Than a loco when i gotcha in a chokehold
I'm here to rid the city of them wack-ass groups
Them wack-ass lyrics with them wack-ass loops
They fakin like gangsters, turn into a crip-tonight／kryptonite
They don't faze me, cause we can still fight
But look, it's all about comin (up) up (up)
Up and away without bummin
But a nigga don't need no wonderwoman, hmm, i wonder
Who she been shuckin and jivin and fuckin
Or some bitch named lois cause the hoe is the lowest
And she's whiter than snow is ('too much of that snow white!')
I think i'll fly back to the hood
Kick it with the homies where you know it's all good
I'll be the first superhero with a strap
I know i'm all that.. ('it's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..')
The super nigga boogieman is out to make a killin
So fuck wastin time leapin over tall buildings
Cause i can get loose like fluid
Like diarrhea - i can, run right through it
I see through walls, 'specially at the malls
Ladies dressing rooms is where my duty calls
A lot of super niggaz be trickin they powers
Givin hoes money, and flyin 'em flowers
(but can you think of one thing you ever gave a hoe？)
No cause we super niggaz, not captain save-a-hoe
So back on up look, i'll catch yo' ass so quick
And letcho' ass know we the wrong super niggaz to be fuckin wit
I flash like lightning, powerful as bombs
I flied back twenty years ago and fucked your moms
And now it's ninety-fo', ain't shit changed
But now you call me daddy, when you call my name
Cause youse a silly mortal, you ain't down for combat
I'ma super nigga, and you an uncle tom cat
When i'm rollin through the hood they wonder is he
The nephew, of aunt kizzy
Or dizzy gillespie, and the rest be like
'that's the guy that's super, the fat track mover'
So wack mc's come step to these nuts
And get your crews cut below half, nigga do the math
I'm the m-a-n, mayne
I got a fly bitch with an invisible plane
Me and her be doin some x-rated shit
When i get the skins, in the cockpit
She be callin everything from mommy to jesus
Just ask the homies, cause them niggaz can see us
Cause them super niggaz too, from the crew
So please stay tuned, for more adventures of.. a super nigga
Mr. insane king tee motherfuckers from the boondox
I bust the drunken style on my corner with the boombox
I'm badder than the baddest inmate at (？)
Retarded, but let me show you what this can do
Create fright, niggaz scared to touch the mic
I shock 'em, amazed cause the wino rocked 'em
The best yet to like really catch wreck on the scene
O.g. from the alkaholik team
I just scream (ahhh!) let my backbone slip
Gotta get it on then take another sip
Make it hip, a feeling mc's won't forget
Bust crazy rounds then load another clip (well bust it)
Like r. kelly, 'my mind's telling me no!'
But fuck that, i kick the ill flow
And deep down, i know niggaz is jeal'
Cause i'm pullin all the hoes and dickin 'em swell
But hey, cut the crap, cause like herpes i'm back
To give you what you want, i don't front or skip rap
With the bo, ba-ba-bye, the wicked with tha likwit
I'm wild like a winner with the lot-to ticket
But kick it, you could grab a comb and try to pick it
The nappy head sound comin from the underground
Oh shit it's the great, the man with the strap
I know i'm all that.. ('it's a crow, it's a bat, no it's..')
3.Duck
King tee：
Hey! here comes the funk of the future
And i can rock a rhyme from perquorma to hoover
The westside kid, quick to do a bid
Just watch me cock the glock and make room
Shit man i got a 12 guage with the infared scope
I found a tec 9 it use to be a radio
But now i'm a g, psycho, crazy
Fuck what you say and buck buck and i'm suazy
In my rag coup, front and back and it's quick
Punks with bump and that 3 wheel shit
Cause that's all you need when you need to be poppin'
Bust a u-turn on 3 wheels by the cops and
Damn if feels good to be triflin', you know what i'm sayin' cuz？
Who got the wallet, cause i'm buzzed
I got the black mack-11, sendin' fools to heaven
Get the fuck out my way, this is compton fool just...
Hook：
Duck!duck! i'm about to bust some rounds.
Duck!duck! i'm fiendin' to bust some rounds.
Duck!duck! yeah, i'm about to bust some rounds
Duck!duck!
King tee：
Yo check it, they be like 'he's a maniac!'
Yeah, bitch ant that's real, get the fuck up out the car and
just peel
Yo punk i said right before i crash you in the grill
With the ass of my glock, watch the blood spill
Gangstas got love the nigga king tee
Just ask 'em who's the great weight, just watch 'em scream me
Quick with the punch, rollin' like clunch
Coming with the real shit, runnin' with a bunch of crazy niggas
with wires
Hammers and plyers, your money and your blood
Plus the daytons and them tires
I be goin' so low, you can't get under
Niggas can't see me, ask stevie wonder, blazed in the chronic
Bumpin' delphonics, and my shit's screamin' like that group onyx
But hey, i'm the man that'll bust that ass open
When i was young me bb gun even has a scope so...
Hook
King tee：
God damn it's king tee with the funky bumrush
Smoke a lot of herb, but i never hit the dust
I can wreck them efx cause i ain't got my check baby
This ain't no punk shakin' shit, i'm goin' crazy
I think i'm goin' out of my head (say what!)
I said i think i'm going out of my head, so e-swift
Since you rule in the cuts, give me the gun and just duck, come
on
E-swift：
Yo, i got a black case but it ain't for the mase
It's for the 4-4 i use to blast you in the face
Cause i be actin' kind of triflin' like my nigga tela
Cock the hammer blow you out your socks and your filas
Which way did he go？ which way did he go？
Niggas don't know, i got to play the down low
Punks jump up and get blasted to the ground
So motherfucker duck, i'm about to bust a round
Hook
4.Let's Go Dippin
Well it's a hot hot sunday jump up around a quarter to ten
Had to run and get this blunt that i left in my benz
I lit the shit and caught a early mornin buzz
And called my nigga e 'what up loc？,' 'what up cuz？'
I'm thinkin bout pullin out the trey for performance
And maybe hit a few corners
I let the batteries charge while the kids stood waitin
For me to hit the switch and floss the daytons
I tap my shit, yo, my shit was hot
So i drove her straight down to the wash spot
They shine my shit up real glossy
Suckers starin but my shit jumps like kriss kross g
So fuck what ya heard cause my trey does flips
The superclean three with the lifts
I guess i got my whole day planned and i'm trippin
Quick to hit the switch so let's go dippin
Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets (repeat 3x)
Now i'm rollin cocked up, flossin down the street
I took imperial to the beach
But before i arose on the scene
I saw the individuals rollin like a team
Drove a little bit futher saw mafia for life
Without a doubt everything was tight
But they gotta watch out for the king
Cause i can make my sixty-three sing
No pigs round, no i ain't no sucka
I'm doin sixty just hangin this muthafucka
More bound to the ounce is what counts so i show it
Even if it means i gotta total it
Swervin from lane to lane
A cadillac just ain't the same
If you don't know what i mean and ya sittin
Come on, get in, let's go dippin
Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets (repeat 3x)
I felt like cube cause today was a good day
For me to act the fool in my trey
I'm not worried bout a sucka tryin to stick and rob
I just buck em down with my thirty-odd
Creeped up to the beach, packed to capacity
Hoes walkin by 'hi your majesty'
I said i'm not young mc but what's the flava
I played it like troop cause i'm not ？？souped？？
I park my shit on three wheels cause i'm ill
Compton's on the set with the real deal
This one's for the riders all around the world
Dippin through the hood wit your girl
Bumps in the back, sunroof top
Niggas lookin crazy so i'm reachin for the gloc
Every hood knows where the blood and are crippin
Ain't nothin like a sunday out just dippin
Let's go dippin, dippin through the streets (repeat 3x)
5.3 Strikes Ya' Out
{＊whispered＊}
Love me.. give me love..
Give me love food..
Give me love, so that i can.. kill..
Give me love, because i can.. kill..
He's not real.. (the devil) and she must die..
Die.. (he is the son of man, he is the son of god)
{＊beat drowns out whispered vocals＊}
Three strike you're out they're makin niggaz behave
No more slaps on the wrist gettin 90 days
Welcome to the next level, it's the new world order
Snatch ya like a tractor, might kill ya for a quarter
I put that on my moms, that's on everything i love
Nigga what？ catch a l, make you cry like a dove
So sucka free is the only way for me
You don't get paid just for bein o.g.
We've been had, we've been tricked, we've been played
Right when we, went left, for what？ we shoulda stayed
Stressed all the homies just to show they mean business
Rushed 'em with the quickness, killed 'em with the sickness
Tried to save his life, give him cpr, huh
Somethin for the lungs, fat african drums
So clear up your sinus and keep your nose clean
Khakis so hot it makes the one-time stop
Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays
We in the cage, black man is bein slayed
Three strikes, you're out, then a nigga pays
We in the cage, black man is bein slayed
Get with the lyrical miracle whippin up
Gingerbread cookies out you rookies, huh
I can't stands no more, grab the floor
Hit the deck when i let loose the tec (c'mon)
'nique, freak any beat nigga
Westside 106 (？) street, uhh
The loco's, chocolate like cocoa
Get your punk-ass balled up in the trash (ahh!)
You stepped on my stars, motherfucker say sorry
This wild style's like lion country safari
This is for my loc's back at the ponderosa
Check my file, bring it to trial
Get with that new, ninety-fo' shit
Yes it's funky like a jackass, don't even trip
I got pages and pages of metaphoric phrases
Too complex for the human eye to catch
It's the, gangsta boogie, do you want a example
Or do you just wanna taste a sample？
Out of control, gone, warped, zoned, toned
Hand me the heater, i need the speakers
Sparks, flames, no name but peep game
Smoke like a choo-choo train
It's the criminal minded nigga king tee
With the westside riders, comin creepin crawlin like spiders
We've been bit by the dog, call the catcher stretcher
Judge fletcher betcha, raise your blood pressure
The unsolved mystery, mixed up our history
Put us in the twist, we no longer exist, like
.. dinosaurs dissapeared, then it's like
.. mine and yours dissapear, so it's like
Servin soon, here comes your doom
Right when the world go ka-boom, so am i
Sane, or, sick in the brain？
Or do everybody style sound the same？ (yep)
Yeahh... beat terrorist.. (？)
Tr, the funk ignitor
My nigga king tee with the funky west shit right？
Check this out..
Beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist, beat terrorist,
(？)
6.Down Ass Loc
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
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
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
7.Freestyle Ghetto
Verse one：xzibit
(see look look)
I grab the mic and start breakin down niggas
Wit out no problem
Broadcastin live from the bottom／aint no mic checkin worse
Kick some rhymes if you got／but if it's wack
I draw back the cap for the peelin
Should of stuck to rock dealin
Cuz it's the blood stealin／super vill..
Chill..stayin high like the ceilin
See there aint enough room for the both of us
See it's a showdown／throw down
Your best style i'll bust
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your neck
And do a suplex and step
So nigga you can check my credentials
Just hard rhymes and instrumentals
Xzhibit smash you wit a dental
And a loaded pistol
No longer lookin in the window
I'll bust a field wit indo
Killin quarts of beer
Sadie's outta here...
Verse two： mc breeze
Like a fuze／start spreadin the news
Its 94 and breeze is givin niggas the blues
I paid my dues／and now it's time to go on to the next mode
Make room for the kaboom／cuz i'm about to explode
And drop bombs like a b1／cops i seize none
And niggas step up／i soak emcseason
3 seconds to detinate／you betta evacuate
No time to hesitate／you fuckin featherweight
I aint the type to pic up the mic
And catch the stage fright
I'll pull a gauge if i aint paid right
To the promoters on tour
Short me a buck and a buckshot and the barrel is yours!
I'm psycho pathic like manson
Aint wit the dancin
But still i get more cheers than ted danson
More dough than marino or roles than pacino
You beatin me？ that's only in your dreams ho
I'm not sayin i'm unbeatable／i'm sayin i'm untouchable
Livin comfortable just like a huxtable
Plus i'm rollin wit the cross roads
Movin fast foward／while you other suckas
Stuck in a pause mode
I goes deep like a great white
But i'm a stay black
No matter how high the pay stacks
Or if my rep gets bigger
You might get take this nigga out the ghetto
But not the ghetto out this nigga.....
Verse three： j-ro, tash
For the balls basketballs
Microphones gassin grass(hey)
Some of the few things j-ro likes to pass
93 mandingo／94 i'm the pharoah
Cuz i'm b-bbad to the bone marrow
I get wild
Wit more styles than the martial arts
I need weed
I roll more grass than golf carts
April 92 you no the ro was a looter
Now i'm writin raps on my lab-top computer
J-ro the tittie fiend／rap dean／wearin green
Been on the scene／since the age of 13
I learned i had to earn the mic
Now's my turn
I got furious styles like larry fishburne...
Wit da bitches tunin me in
Like it's the young and the restless
Next up to bust my shit
From the l-i-k-s's
Yes it's the freshest
Wit lyrics rough around the edges
I'll smoke you on the mic
Like a pack of benson hedges
But..hold up wait
I'll bust rhymes that'll circulate
That'll wake yo punk ass up like mc eiht
Cuz i be rockin rhymes
Since the roof was on fire
So point me to the bitch who's the dopest butterflyer
I'll make her break it down like she patra when i catch ya
Broadway is on the tables
While i throw these lyrica atcha
So....slow down before ya fuck wit my sound
You betta do the hokey pokey
And turn ya self around...
8.Way Out There
Let's give it up for the fabulous {＊scratched：'king tee＊}
Fa-fabulous {＊scratched：'king tee＊}
Let's give it up for the fabulous {＊scratched：'king tee＊}
Fa, fa-fa-fabulous {＊scratched：'king tee＊}
All aboard the mothership, prepare to set sail
Lyrics fat, swell as a killer whale
Enemies approachin, identify yourself
They're raisin up the flag, backin up they get to blast
Open fire, cannons let loose
Shut 'em down like the spruce goose
Captain aye aye, they still floatin
Give the order - blow they punk ass out the ocean, got 'em
Drink hit the dank as they sink to the bottom
Schools of sharks circles then the sea turned all purple
Even jacques costeau punk-ass was scared to go
And that just goes to show to uhh, let you know, uhh
As i chill again like gilligan and the skipper
A nigga kickin it with two hoes like jack tripper
Swabbin the deck, just stabbin in my cabin
Rubbed the magic lamp and out popped aladdin like 'what's
happenin？'
I said, 'what's up？ i want my rhymes to be the dopest
Ala.. cadabara.. hocus pocus
You think they can see me？' he said, 'nope not really
Cause the fog's in the air plus you're way out there'
When you look up in the sky, ohh me oh my
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's a god damn shame
Tela come wicked and you best beware
You will see when he kick it that he's way out there
My style pattern's unique, exquisite, so come visit
Exhibit a through g, through z, e-n-t
Stuck your equilibrium on activate
Captivate the ear and then his eyesockets upon my pockets
I left him in suspense, who's the, tribes and crews？
Competition none exists bitches be blowin me kisses
Others fall like missiles, the cap was artificially flavored
My first verse, it quenched your thirst
For instance, i'm makin people boogie but yet
From long distance, causin it to interfere with your hemisphere
Flee, it's a g recipe
It get you hooked, havin fits off my shit
They wanna wipe us out! i think they hate us
Killers with the pencils and the papers and erasers
I'm comin through ya living room boom, shok-a-lok-a boom
Shake ya whole area, break your sound barrier
So wake up if you sleep cause like a clock i tock i'm tickin
Early bird, get the worm, and i stopped slangin chickens
But i still be kickin facts, black, black on black crime
Why the hell you jackin me？ i don't have a damn dime
My skills kill you like a deer with my spear
When it rains it pours he fell from the tier off the third floor
The pieces of the puzzle huh, figure it out
And start fuckin around and we'll be diggin you out
And it's just that simple put the thang up to your temple
And now you got a permanent dimple
It's king, tee, the name nigga and don't get snotty
Better knock on some doors and ask somebody (yeah)
So fuck that other shit and grab my hand with all your might
Cause i'ma show you what that west coast like
The flavor's unbelievable, nutritious, delicious
Nigga when the tee get loose it gets vicious
Let's give it up for the fabulous {＊'king tee'＊}
{＊'king tee' scratched＊}
9.Let's Get It On
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Huh, for your convenience i'm fully equipped with the madness
Plus i bring joy to the sadness
Mr. insane chose to bring the noise
I flex out the best out, and i brought my boys
For the function, wait bring the pumps and the bumps in
Niggaz wanna trip i got pumps in my trunk then
I rule all i survey, bust a move
Ain't nothin changed but the god damn groove
I bring forth fat shit on the money
Homies wanna trip but i'm chillin with the honies
My girl (？) and nikki nicole, gets papes
I brought sable just for old time's sake
The real ruler wrecks records, i mean wrecks wombs
But now i got the psychadelic tune
I dedicate this to my true black sisters
Niggaz bump this while they rollin on them twisters
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Yo i told you man i don't play around with the music
I'm funkdafied, blowin up acoustics
I'm rather remarkable when i kick the matter
Skilled in the field of rough grammar
I electrify and intoxicate the moment
I branch out and crush my opponent
It's +super nigga+ in the skies, wild mannered
Reportin on the sound, you got to gets down
Like i toldja, and peep you can write it in your book
Cause, yo - that's that shit with that soul train hook, yeah
The blackness gets stronger, the soul gets deep
Make room for the alkaholik sheik
I persist to be the infinite all-time great
I'm told that my name gained weight
Since the past, so hell, let me take it on the blast
Yo yo, pass the rug before i bust my ass
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Hey nig bust the funk, i feel somethin comin
+tales from the crypt+ or i might just be buggin
No propoganda, i stand outstander
A +outkast+, like them kids from atlanta
I perform microphone exorcism on rappers
I cast out the demon from them bastards
And oh nikke, you did the track, what's the plan？
Step to the mic and show these hookers how to slam
Flash for a style, nikke is the picture
Open as i enter, i'd like to send a
Track that's fat, constant non-stoppin
From brooklyn to compton, my shit is stompin
.. i like to parlay on the ave
Every now and then smoke a blunt, sip a heineken
I know a king named tee, tha alkaholik
'i can rock a rhyme no matter how you call it'
Produce hits from the bassment
I make loops, if they're used, i replace 'em
Nikke nicole, the soul sound, bring the whole crew
We can all get down..
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
Let's get it onnnnn.. it's time to get down
{＊fades out＊}
10.Check The Flow
＊ not 100% sure this is the mc's name
We got them, sledge, (？) ruff heads (check the flow)
King tee's on the set (check the flow)
When niggaz try to get high-tech (check the flow)
The dialect's on the flex
Watch this, when i shine i bring rain
Clouds, bust storms, yo, this ain't the norm
When i perform, i get you up out your seat
Get down with the real deal skills, then chill
Then show your ass how to get amped, then lamp
Stretch, flex, then tackle what's next
Cause mc's, that luck up, need to hush up
Who can't brush up, on their rap style, shut the fuck up
Then duck from the one that gets buck-wild
I chop your ass in half, with a smile
Big grin, all teeth, for those who got beef
Fuckin with me ock, you're six feet deep
Down in the ground, alone with no sound
While i'm up here chillin, top billin
And illin, on all those, who oppose
I wanna take one more shot, strike a pose, uhh!
Smash, here comes the one that talks trash
To garbage mc's, who try to diss me
And my crew - the ill ville animal cannibal
Backbreakers, government amputators
Bounce to this if you think you know the hits
And all you gassed-up critics, put the brakes on the shit
Cause i'm tired of this, and i'm tired of that
Motherfuckers sayin king tee's shit was wack
But in fact, my rhymes crack backs and make money stacks
By the truckload, now let's go for the gold
So strap on your seatbelt yo and let's go
And get down, to the sound that burns quick
Cause i'm about to burn rubber, on this number
And any mc who claims his style is legit
Suckers wanna try me？ (i know not why tee)
I light that ass up like the 4th of july g, uhh!
Capital s-l, crooked letter humpback fuck that
Thump that, shit that's never wack
Cause this goes out too all the niggaz that we rushin
To hear the shit i'm bustin over ruptured percussion
It ain't my fault that i'm layin niggaz down like asphault
And blow your ass away like chalk, dust
Then crush your monkey-ass unto the side
Cause wrecked dialect is causin lyrical genocide
I stress facts like irs wants tax
From anyone claimin that they're livin, kind of fat
You see, i could get sick in the thick of shit
I turn my toes up, when it goes up, my foe's butt
Hey nigga back-steps, even you can get hit
I'm more crankier than a bitch on the shit!
Niggaz get heated cause they just got defeated
By the two man team, the sledge and the king, uhh!
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Christian brothers man..
{＊burrrp＊} excuse me
(watch your manners man, what the fuck is wrong with you？)
Check it out ('keep on') boo-yaow!
Ah one-two, yeah bust it bust it..
What the fuck is goin on man？
Ah one-two, who's comin through the door？
Oh shit, well there he is! tha alkaholik funk in person
Yo, what should i do？
Play like heavy d and 'don't curse'
He's a mean one, no a clean one, he's the king hon
{＊sniff＊} i smell blunts
Hey, ask him has he seen one!
It doesn't look like he has blunts in his handles
Looks, more like, a fifth of jack daniels
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Some crazy-ass shit for listeners
Up against the wall with the bitches
Damn, i wonder why he don't want the chronic like snoop
Because he's from tha alkaholik group!
(oh yeah yeah that's right)
There's one thing that can be certain
What's that？
They be mixin tanqueray with the squirt and
Downin st. ide's like water, oops (？？) what？
(？？) water, y'all can get looted
Cause king tee with the stupid fat funk, hey
What is this？
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Hah.. ah one-two
Yeah, when you're in that benz
It's advertisement..
That's some shit, shit!
Yo, ah one-two (yo yo yo)
Did you peep his walk？
Yeah he walks real cool
I guess that bulge in his coat is a tool
Yeah but for what？
For those who don't know who he is
The neighborhood jackers that bumrush kids
But yo i think he's straight, it looks like a 9 millimeter
Yeah pow-pow, nice to see ya
Look he's stretched like he just got released from the county
With a gang of little hoochies all around me
Well he always been a pimp
Haha, yeah that's true
Some say they bob with the k-swiss shoe
Aww, you're buggin
Nah man, that's the truth
They say, tela got hoes like luke
Fuck luke!
Yeah his records kinda shitty
King tee'll bust rhymes for the whole city
He's from compton
Yeah, just like most wanted
He drives a grey beamer with the blue pearl on it
It's advertisement
Ah one-two.. uh!
Ah one-two..
{＊scratching 'keep on'＊}
Huh, yeah, ah one-two..
Well, guess who got the fat shit for 1994？
Who is that？
Alkaholik crew
Yeah i seen 'em on tour
That shit's wicked, wait, oopsy-daisy, here's your ticket
We paid $20 to see e-swift mix
Yeah he wrecks shop
Yeah that kid is kinda groovy
Rip the turntables then step with a cutie
Just get down, get down, the man like ed lover
Yeah, take his picture for the cover
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